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Itadori Yuuji sighed, running his hand through his hair as he entered ESTABLÍ, a high end cocktail and jazz bar in downtown Bunkyo city.
This weekend was electric; promising. The bar was a large open space, lit low to mimic warm candlelight, and alive with the incessant chatter and the clinking of dinnerware. The place was packed with sharp-dressing patrons, gossiping amongst themselves over drinks and cool velvety tunes. Yuuji didn’t really fit in, not with his loose polo and faded jeans, but he walked towards the bar confidently anyway.
He was a man on a mission, after all.
The bartender on duty was a large, middle-aged man who didn’t even look up from wiping the counter.
"And what will you be having??”
In response, Itadori glanced at the chalkboard menu before scratching the back of his neck, “Sorry, new here. Can I get your recommendation, instead?”
The bartender looked up at that, weighing Yuuji with his stare as if guessing his age. He seemed to debate briefly on asking for an ID, but thought better of it.
“A Peach Pink Gin would suit you best, I think? Tangy, not too sweet, strong but pleasant.”
Yuuji laughed at that, “Is it because of the hair?”
The man smiled with a noncommittal shrug, and moved to prepare the drink with ease. It didn’t even take a minute before the drink slid into his hands, without much fanfare. Yuuji thanked the older gentleman and took a hearty gulp, scanning the rest of the bar.
Yuuji wasn’t waiting for anyone, unfortunately. He didn’t even know anyone in the area. He was just here to drown out his sorrows and pick up some faceless stranger to spend the night with, if he could. He didn’t usually come to places looking for one night stands, barely even went to bars. But he just… needed to take the edge off tonight. It was a pity he hadn’t realized that this place was… so posh. He sighed. There weren’t going to be other college kids like him in this area, he was sure-- and he felt pretty underdressed. A lot of the clientele seemed to be office workers or even businessmen and CEO’s. The men were all neat and slick haired, smart ties, shiny leather loafers. A couple of the ladies who gave him a once over seemed older than him, smiling with their blood red lipstick and tight shiny dresses.
Yuuji scoffed. He surely wouldn’t be able to afford to wine and dine any of the women here. And they wouldn’t want to spend the night in a college boy’s dorm, would they?
Still, hanging out for a drink or two wouldn’t hurt before Yuuji could find another place to get his fix.
Yuuji poked around his drink with his straw, his mood dampening at the passing thought of where his life had taken him. He’s almost astounded at how quickly things changed. It had been… what? Fourteen nights since his grandpa passed on, and though Yuuji had been inconsolable for the first few days, here he was now-- trying to pick himself up from his grief.
It was his and his grandpa’s dream to get into a big-shot city university… Yuuji had worked so hard for his scholarship. And now he was here, in Bunkyo, out and about in a foreign city alone. He was two weeks away from being a first year in Tokyo U, so he'd explored the place, killing time, handling his grief.
The city's nightlife here was… very different. He certainly wasn’t new to the drinking scene, but living in a populated city was very unlike the small town he had grown up in. This place felt a lot more glamorous, sophisticated, and perhaps a couple of decibels louder. The drinks were stronger and sweeter, more colorful; the place lively and bright...
It only made Yuuji feel smaller somehow, like a country bumpkin, perhaps even more overwhelmingly alone.
It wasn’t that people didn’t notice him. People always noticed omegas, especially in the city, where the dense population only highlighted the fact that Prime omegas like him were like a needle in a haystack. He probably also stuck out like a sore thumb, traveling or drinking alone in the area. Not that Yuuji cared much. He just hadn't had any luck making new friends yet... It was difficult to get along with strangers amidst the rushing pace of the city.
Just then, someone cast a shadow over Yuuji, startling him from his reverie.
“My, my, that single drink does look awfully boring.”
Yuuji warily looked up, blinking at the shock of platinum hair and the wide open grin. This man was plenty tall, dressed impeccably, his teeth pearly white while his round shades masked the rest of his expression. Yuuji gave him a judgmental look. Who the hell wore shades indoors at 9pm? If the man took notice he didn’t show it, and instead sat himself down on the stool next to Yuuji, casually draping an arm over his backrest. The scent of strong, ice clear mint drifted from him, giving goosebumps.
Of course. An Alpha. And a fellow Prime .
Yuuji stared back at the man, unimpressed, “So... does that pickup line actually work?’
The man grinned wider, sliding his shades down to wink, “I don’t know, did it?”
Yuuji wanted to say that it decidedly did not. But he was so taken aback by bright ice-blue eyes that he couldn’t give a quick answer. The man was gorgeous . He’d never seen a guy so good looking it felt like he’d jumped straight off a Vogue magazine cover. He was even so breathtaking that alarm bells started ringing in Yuuji’s head.
There was a sharp edge to his beauty somehow, something subtly dangerous— like touching him would set Yuuji on fire.
Yuuji gave a surreptitious once over before he looked away, sipping his drink.
Silk-white button down shirt, lux shades, cartier wrist watch. This man was made of money. He definitely didn't feel like some average college student… more like a hotshot professional who owned yachts, hotels or sports cars.
“Aren’t you old enough to be my dad, sir?” Yuuji joked.
He’d belatedly realized that he could offend the Alpha, but to Yuuji’s surprise, the stranger gave a quick peal of laughter, his head thrown back in genuine amusement.
“Spicy!” He waggled his finger in front of Yuuji, “be careful; if you keep acting like a grinch you’re gonna start having wrinkles like one,”
Noticing that Yuuji was almost finished with his drink, the alpha hailed the bartender, “One large vodka on the rocks, and a cherry daiquiri for my boy, here.”
“Hey,” Yuuji hissed, “I’m not ‘your boy,’”
“Oh? But I thought I could be your daddy?”
It took Yuuji a moment or two to realize the joke before he burst out laughing, “God, you are insufferable!”
“That’s me, I’m god,” the pale-haired man replied jovially, “but I prefer being called Satoru Gojo, thanks.”
He made a peace sign, his shades going down the bridge of his nose again.
Yuuji couldn’t help the flush on his cheeks as the alpha stared at him with blatant interest. He certainly wasn't the first man, the first alpha to approach Yuuji. But none ever really stood out to him, and he was able to handle that with a detached sort of politeness. He liked girls better, especially foreign girls that looked like Jennifer Lawrence. But there was something about this Prime Alpha that made him feel strangely warm in his gut. Those piercing cerulean eyes were unnerving.
He shifted his own golden eyes back towards the bar, glad for the distraction of getting passed new drinks. His new cherry daiquiri was in a shapely glass, and Yuuji tapped it against the stranger’s own very plain, clear drink before gulping down. It was extremely sweet, tickling his palate, seemingly to balance the high alcohol content, like skittles. Yuuji blinked in surprise, before schooling his features to look nonchalant. Like he was used to sweet drinks, getting picked up (he normally did the picking up) and accepting alcoholic beverages from obscenely hot men in city bars.
The alpha seemed to see his nervousness though, smiling gently as he leaned in, “Come on, cutie, I just need a name,”
As he closed the distance, Yuuji could smell how the alpha musk grew thick: warm and inviting, if a dash predatory. Under the bar, their knees touched.
Yuuji licked his lips and turned back to the man with a small smile.
“I’m Yuuji. Itadori Yuuji.”
He knew where this night was headed, then.
—
The luxurious hotel room Gojo Satoru acquired was lush, modern and clean. Of course, Yuuji didn’t really get a good moment to look around as he was tossed straight onto the bed, the alpha’s hands already all over him.
Yuuji was breathless.
Normally, he could hold his liquor, but back at the bar Gojo had plowed him with four more sweet-tasting drinks and now all Yuuji could feel was the tilting of the room, his heartbeat in his ears and the flush on his cheeks. Gojo was insistent, a solid weight against him, hands doing all it could to touch and pet and grope at Yuuji’s body.
The lips tracing his skin were made of fire. Gojo kissed him eagerly, everywhere, and Yuuji could only try to hold on, but truth be told he couldn’t really tell what his own hands were doing. He almost regretted having all those daquiris, and he felt a little faint, a little dizzy with excitement. He felt the alpha crawl on top of him, knees positioned on either side of him.
“May I kiss you, Yuuji?” The alpha asked belatedly, removing his shades and leaning in forehead to forehead.
Yuuji felt the room was hazy, but he could almost see himself in the clarity of those blue eyes, “Ah, yeah, Gojo-san,”
“Hmm,” hummed the alpha, tilting his head looking almost fond, “I would appreciate it if you could call me Satoru.”
“S-Satoru, then,” Yuuji whispered, suddenly feeling a little shy. He earned a bigger smirk from the alpha before he closed the distance.
Gojo Satoru kissed like he wanted to take his soul.
Sure, Yuuji's made out with others before, but not in this mind-numbing way, not in the way Satoru laved at him, pushing his tongue in with insolence and tasting the remnants of sweet drinks on his lips. It was clear that Satoru was an alpha accustomed to getting what he wanted. Yuuji kissed back with the same fervor, clumsy, but trying to wrest control and Satoru panted into his lips, clutching Yuuji’s hair and pulling back to allow better access.
The smell of alpha lust was so thick in the air, like static; his mint smell now mixed with a layer of something heady, voltaic and charged.
“ Satoru-san, I-”
The alpha used this moment to grind against his thigh and Yuuji choked mid sentence; feeling the alpha’s package, hard and insistent against him. A deep desire coiled in Yuujis gut at the thought that that would be inside him soon. He could feel his slick already seeping through his underwear, a scent he was sure Satoru also noticed.
“Yuuji-kun, Yuuji-kun, you smell like a treat– and so, so, so pretty,” the alpha cooed. Normally, Yuuji would think that Satoru was being cute, but the way his large hands swiftly unbuckled Yuuji’s belt told him another story. It took him under a minute to get Yuuji’s jeans out of the way before he started pulling at his shirt.
“Wait— sempai,” Yuuji said, trying to keep up with the man by helping himself get out of his clothes. When his shirt was thrown off him, Satoru immediately leaned into his neck, licking a hot trail over the sensitive gland under Yuuji’s ear. Yuuji froze in surprise, a white hot jolt of omegan arousal piercing through him as he clutched at Satoru’s shoulder. He closed his eyes tight. It was an extremely intimate gesture, one reserved for lovers or even bonded mates, and it made Yuuji gush out even more slick even as he was pushing Satoru back. “Be careful–”
“Oh don’t worry, baby,” said Satoru silkily, pushing back to pin Yuuji down to the bed with a hand, “Not gonna bite there. Just… preparing you for the best fuck of you life, okay?”
With that said, Satoru slowly returned to mouthing at the sensitive, dangerous spot, inhaling the rich omega pheromones seeping out with gusto. He gave a soft suckle and Yuuji arched back, slick racing down his thighs as he stifled a moan as the man took the tip of his tongue to lick at the shell of Yuuji's ear. This alpha was going to be the death of him. Yuuji was so hard, so wet, and he could feel the alpha's knee rubbing gently at his crotch, almost encouraging. Yuuji had always prided himself on keeping his cool, but tonight, he was lost. He’d never come undone like this so early-- he was usually more in control-- was it because he was so tipsy or --–?
Satoru’s wayward hands interrupted his train of thought as it slipped into his underwear, taking Yuuji’s hard cock with a warm grasp and giving it a few sensual strokes. Yuuji gave a strangled moan as the alpha thumbed at the tip, smearing precum over the sensitive head. Satoru watched him intensely, his smile morphing into a dangerous leer.
“Don’t hold yourself back, baby,” he murmured, gently kissing his way up the omega's nape, “Come on, let me take you apart,”
Long and skillful fingers squeezed Yuuji once more before they began to trail past his cock to rub at Yuuji’s slick folds. With a hum, Satoru caressed the wetness of his entrance, spreading slick all over his pussy, even thumbing at his clit with feather-light touches. Yuuji moaned, punch drunk, shifted his legs wider and lifting his hips as if inviting the soft touches in further. But Satoru only smiled, barely just grazing him, his blue eyes glued to his face. Under the haze of inebriation and pleasure, Yuuji reached at the alpha's collar and pulled, suddenly ripping open Satoru’s silk shirt from its buttons.
Both their eyes widened for a moment. Yuuji, not willing to admit to his clumsiness, gave the alpha a surly glare, blushing, “… Uh, well. You're still fully clothed… it ain’t fair.”
He bit his lip, unsure if the alpha would get angry, but Satoru only paused, pulling back and moving away to sit up. Yuuji wanted to protest but held his tongue. He already missed the warmth.
Their gazes met in the stillness. Yuuji laid under him in nothing but his white, soaked-through briefs, his hardness obvious. With the heat on his cheeks and the liquor in his veins, he realized that he’d never felt so vulnerable in front of anyone so… intimidating before. The blue of the alpha’s eyes were bright, piercing; while the halo of pale hair illuminated by the ceiling light made him look like an angel, a celestial, a god, casually inspecting his offering.
Gojo Satoru then gave a slow, cheshire smile, “You’ve got some moxie, I do very much like it."
He made a slow, sensual show of sliding his shirt off, exposing a lean, carved torso and well defined biceps, before moving in on Yuuji for a steamy kiss. When he pulled away, he smiled wider, “I’m really going to enjoy making you scream,”
Yuuji shifted, feeling unbelievably hot and so fucking wet, but he refused to take that silently, “I dunno, man… if you just keep talking about it I might as well just finish myself.”
Satoru laughed at that, “Cheeky little thing,”
And suddenly Yuuji wasn’t sure what happened. One second, he was staring up at Satoru’s endless ocean eyes, and the next– he was flipped over and shoved face first on the bed, kept on his knees while his underwear was dragged down and off him. The smell of his slick was almost palpable now, sticky, sweet, and full of want.
“Mm,” Satoru whispered, nosing in on Yuuji’s nape, “so wet for me already, hmm? Delicious.”
Yuuji panted, feeling Satoru’s clothed erection press against his thigh and a touch of a finger pad move achingly slowly on his drenched entrance. The gentleness was such a contrast as Satoru’s other hand pinned his head down so harshly that his cheek was flush against the mattress. Yuuji gripped the sheets, his body bent over into the most submissive presentation pose he’d ever done... All while feeling the gentle hand caressing his syrupy cunt so lightly that it tickled, Yuuji could only shudder.
"Unh..." he moaned, closing his eyes for a moment.
Yuuji was a perfectly healthy, horny omega, and he’d been slicking himself up since before he even got on the bed. He was getting impatient, his hole ached with emptiness, the hunger inside him was deep and gut-wrenching. All he wanted was for Gojo Satoru to fuck the living daylights out of him-- now, preferably. But he also felt humiliated. He knew his crazy teenage hormones made him so eager for cock. In contrast, the older alpha seemed to like biding his time, toying and teasing him almost mercilessly, watching him writhe.
“Okay.. Satoru just.. get.. to it already...” Yuuji muttered, his cheek still against the white sheets, struggling to spread his legs wider from his position.
He could hear Satoru give a dark chuckle behind him, and then two long fingers slipped inside, agonizingly slowly. Yuuji pushed back into it as they began to piston in and out, scissoring him. The stretch was good, a little painful but thorough, and god, he needed it. He could sense the change in the alpha’s breathing, in his scent– the alpha’s desire begin to compound on itself, deep and dark, almost covetous in its wanting, just as the grip on the back of his neck tightened its hold. Satoru fingered him more insistently now, shoving in until the bony knuckles, producing a thick wet smack. Yuuji bent in further, fighting down a mewl.
He could feel Satoru’s lopsided grin on his ear, himself sounding thrilled at the sounds they were making, “Is patience not a virtue you’re aware of?”
Yuuji opened his mouth to utter a good-natured ‘fuck you’, but the fingers grazed a tender spot inside him that made him draw in breath instead. He shuddered. He almost couldn't believe he was being fucked stupid by nothing but those long fingers, but he could feel himself slowly building up into a climax. Cruelly, the fingers twisted, eliciting a terrible wave of pleasure as Satoru hissed, “Answer me, Yuuji~,”
“I– I’m just not used to things going so.. slow ,” Yuuji huffs between gasps.
Something about the fact that he’s had experience somehow shifted the alpha’s attitude. Yuuji could sense the moment Satoru’s moist lips turned into a frown.
“Oh?” Suddenly, there was a third finger in him jamming straight into that special, sensitive spot roughly, earning a cry that Yuuji tried to hide behind his teeth. The fingers continued mercilessly, scissoring him further.
“Like this, then, baby?” Satoru whispered above the juicy shlick shlick shlick of his ministrations, “Is this what prime omegas want? Hmm? To be sloppy and used?”
The pressure on his neck lifted, and Yuuji heard a zip and shifting of trousers behind him. He tried to glance back, but the alpha had already pulled at his waist to line himself up. He could feel Satoru’s cock already kissing his pucker, a warm, hard pulse as it was rubbed it up and down, catching and spreading omega slick over the head. Then, two thumbs spread Yuuji’s entrance apart, as a deep voice above him teased, “I think this delicious wet cunt is in for a surprise~”
Yuuji blinked, trying to turn, “What do you m-”
Gojo pushed in.
Yuuji gripped the sheets tighter, wincing. The stretch truly surprised Yuuji. Gojo was so thick, almost like a beer can, forcing through Yuuji’s tight, wet hole with steady persistence. The alpha groaned in satisfaction as he sank in an inch, intensifying that sweet, aching stretch. Yuuji moaned, stirring, long and languid. Goddamn, three fingers were definitely not enough to prepare him. He shuddered as he felt Satoru’s hands squeezing his ass cheeks, fingernails digging down painfully as he nudged himself deeper.
“Ready for me to fuck you open now, omega?”
Yuuji whined, helpless but trying to press back, feeling his hole clench down at the warm intrusion, “yeah, yeah, please–”
Large hands repositioned themselves on the crest of Yuuji's hips, pulling them back as he forced himself further in. Yuuji began gasping as Gojo began to thrust, shallowly, plowing himself farther and farther into squelching heat. At some point, the stretch felt almost unbearable, and Yuuji struggled, both pain and pleasure making him sweat, unable to speak.
“Fuck, so hot,” was the last thing Satoru said as he snapped his hips, stuffing Yuuji full, balls slapping against his ass. The base of the alpha’s fully-formed knot was already half in, and Gojo encouraged this, grinding as he reached out to pull Yuuji’s pink hair, arching the omega back towards him. Yuuji groaned, feeling so full he was transported into a moment of pure, unadulterated wet bliss.
Then Satoru went to town.
The change of pace was incredible. Satoru was not gentle, not even allowing Yuuji purchase on the bed or time to get accustomed to his length as he pounded into the boy. The alpha seemed to have unleashed all of his pent up enthusiasm in a wave of animalistic rutting.
Yuuji wailed loudly as he was split open. The thrusts were so powerful Yuuji couldn’t think. When Satoru released the grasp on his head in favor of doubling down on his hips, Yuuji couldn't even hold himself up. He dropped back onto the bed, face red and sweating as he glanced back at Satoru helplessly. Almost immediately, the alpha gave a greedy grin, eyes wide, cruel and bright blue, and mounted himself higher, taking a moment to guide Yuuji's hands to his own buttocks.
“Spread yourself for me, baby,” he heard Satoru say softly, “come on, want to see that sweet pink cunt open wide,”
Yuuji wanted to shake his head, say he couldn't take any more than this, but the intense pleasure only mounted as the alpha shifted his angle, giving a long, thorough thrust deep into him.
"Come on, Yuuji, I'll make you feel good,"
With shaking fingers, Yuuji did as he was told. He stretched, his cheek planted firmly on the bed as he moved his knees far apart, and reached back to spread his entrance wide. He heard Satoru take a sharp inhale, and he imagining what he saw– spreading his own pussy open while he was getting dicked down so hard. Yuuji was so horny he realized he'd started crying, tears streaming down his face. Satoru seemed to like that a lot, leaning down so he could lick them up.
“Perfect, my lovely omega, I'm gonna destroy you,” warned the alpha, drunk on pleasure, as he began thrusting so deep, so powerfully that the heavy bedframe started banging against the wall.
“Ah, ah, ah–,” Yuuji’s gasps were being punched out by the sheer violence of the pounding. He tried to hold on to his position as his body was tossed about in time with wet smacking sounds. Satoru groaned, relishing the filthy noises, a deep rumble in his throat as he quickened his pace. Yuuji could feel his pleasure rising into a crescendo, could sense the alpha adjusting his angle again and suddenly this new position got him in so far in–
And then Satoru did the unimaginable– he took Yuuji’s neglected cock from where it was bobbing to and fro and began to stroke, all while forcing his engorged knot fully into Yuuji’s cunt.
Yuuji screamed as he came. The pleasure was so violent that he saw stars; sudden, white hot, and blinding. In that moment he was sure his voice grew hoarse, sure gobs of fresh slick was running down his legs, sure he’d cum straight into Satoru’s hand and onto the sheets below… and yet all he could feel was mind-numbing ecstasy.
“So wet and lewd, my Yuuji,” hissed Gojo thickly, as if losing control. He jackhammered into Yuuji's supple body as hard as he could, continuing to chase his own pleasure, while his knot continued to squelch in and out as it swelled. Yuuji whimpered, starting to pull away from the overstimulation but Gojo snarled back, grip on his hips digging back in, “Don’t move,”
Yuuji felt himself clench from hearing the gravelly voice, and the alpha slammed in with a few more thrusts before his knot secured and he came, pulsing and searing hot, holding the omega tightly as ropes and ropes of cum spilled into the omega.
“Fuuuck yes,” Satoru shuddered, draping himself atop Yuuji, sweaty and heaving, skin on skin; his breath warm against Yuuji’s ear.
The sound of panting felt loud in the silent room, the atmosphere warm and sticky.
They stayed connected like that for a while, with Gojo beginning to nuzzle the omega, sucking at the sensitive bump on his neck again and grazing his teeth, as if daring himself. Yuuji tried to shrug him off, nervous, but the alpha kept him still as his knot continued to pump him full of alpha cum. Yuuji wanted to protest, really, but he was too spent. He wasn’t even sure he could fight Satoru off if the alpha tried to bite him in the heat of the moment. Satoru seemed like he really close to, mouthing his neck, nuzzling against such a dangerous spot almost obsessively while he kept Yuuji trapped tight in his muscled arms.
Yuuji wanted to say something, really, especially when he could feel the alpha start to rock a hardening dick into him again, but a deep and heavy sleep began to beckon. Once Yuuji closed his eyes he drifted into a light slumber, completely and utterly exhausted.
Yuuji felt he was dreaming, kind of. Floating away into the dark night stars, and into an endless galaxy all prism and bright ice blue-- like Satoru’s eyes. He was only half aware of his body, the wetness of his own cum dripping on his buttocks and thighs, but he did feel that he was being shifted onto his back, and his legs were being spread. He thought he could feel himself being opened up again in his special place and he moaned, uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure how long it took, he had no concept of time, or place, or where that soft wet sounds were coming from.
That was until he opened his eyes to feel Satoru’s large cock pushing back into him slowly, a fresh new knot building, the alpha watching him intensely, his eyes glimmering, sharp and full of greed.
Yuuji gave a sleepy huff.
“Sorry baby, can’t get enough, you’re so sweet,” he heard Satoru say breathily as he descended down on Yuuji again, kissing him deeply, fingers trailing down to rub circles on his nipples. Yuuji could only moan in reply, exhausted, closing his eyes just as he was slowly fucked into, feeling himself ride out another slow, dripping, bone-melting climax.
Satoru was right. It was the best fuck of his life.
—---------—--
Itadori Yuuji inspected his neck from the mirror, memories of that mind-blowing night still fresh in his memory.
After a week, all the hickeys had finally faded, along with the alpha scent. Yuuji sighed in relief.
Gojo Satoru had been a gentleman the day after, offering him a hot compress, water, tea and painkillers. They’d ordered a hearty room service (with twice as much whip-creamed pancakes than Yuuji was used to), and Satoru thoughtfully prepared Yuuji’s bath, all before barging in and dicking him down again.
Yuuji was most definitely, painfully, brutally sore, and also miffed that he couldn’t really keep up with the alpha’s libido, but he strove to not let it show. Gojo seemed to know regardless, as he kept a shit-eating grin the entire time, but he didn’t make a single comment about the way Yuuji was walking. The man had even offered to drive Yuuji home, but Yuuji didn’t want to appear too soft, or as wrecked as he felt, and declined.
He had slept through the rest of the weekend in the college dorm in a kind of stupor, completely and utterly bewildered by that one hell of a one-night stand.
If there was one thing he did regret, it was the fact that he wasn’t even able to snag the alpha’s phone number or a link to his socials. Yeah, okay, it was supposed to be a one night stand but Yuuji… was curious. The man was an enigma, having no social media presence Yuuji could find (not that Yuuji tried too hard.) Satoru did not make another appearance at ESTABLÍ either (not that Yuuji looked too hard there either).
It was like Yuuji had been with a ghost, a myth, or a figment of his imagination– with the way things seemed, it made Yuuji wonder if he had fantasized the man into existence. Sure he did have the bruises and hickeys to show, but there was something so… intense about that night that Yuuji later began referring to Gojo Satoru as a personal god of his, present only in his memory after having graced him with a night of some sort of sexual blessing.
All in all though, Yuuji’d gotten the distraction he’d needed to coast through the last week before university. Soon, the college dorm had finally begun to come alive with bleary-eyed, shuffling, serious-looking anxious students, and Yuuji finally got to meet with several of his would-be dorm mates. What came as a great surprise, however, was recognizing a messy tuft of black hair and the bored, almost deadpan expression.
“Fushigurooooo!”
“Geez, I thought I was already rid of you,” Megumi Fushigiro sighed, just as Yuuji ambled out of the dorm entrance towards him. The pink-haired omega rolled his eyes, “You aren’t convincing anyone, Fushiguro. Weren’t you just waiting for me?”
He gave an obtuse grin, and Megumi returned it with a deadpan stare before they began walking side by side.
Yuuji was thrilled to have bumped into his highschool friend. And how lucky to share the department of science. While Yuuji was majoring in sports science, Megumi was taking up BS Psychology. He’d heard their other friend Kugisaki was also at Tokyo U, just as a major in Liberal Arts with a BA in Fashion Design, which all things considered were very fitting. She was all the way across the university in the Liberal Arts department, but they were quick to make a group chat on Talegram, in the hopes of hanging out later on.
“So… what’s your first class anyway?” Fushiguro asked as they entered the Science building.
Yuuji pulled out his rumpled student information sheet, but he wasn’t sure where to glean the information, since he hadn’t even looked at it at all. Fushiguro made an impatient noise and snatched the paper from his fingers. After a quick scan, he tossed it back.
“We have the same Intro to Physics lecture, dumbass. Just look at the table at the bottom...”
“Shut up smarty-pants,” Yuuji grumbled, flaring his nostrils like an ape and shoving the schedule back into his pockets.
Fushiguro scoffed, “I’m not exceptionally smart, you’re just exceptionally dumb.”
Wherein Yuuji responded in the smartest way he could– his fist.
“Oi!”
They roughhoused with each other for a bit, bickering all the way to their first lesson. Yuuji missed this, and felt himself warm at the thought that he really wouldn’t be alone this semester, like he thought he would be. He hadn’t told either of his friends about his grandpa, truth be told they actually weren’t "bosom buddies", but he was glad for Fushiguro's solid presence beside him regardless.
The walk to the auditorium was more difficult than they had assumed, what with the many students milling about the hallways, grouping up, making friends, getting lost. The big shiny science building was massive, and Yuuji was fortunate that Fushiguro took it upon himself to be responsible for their time. He held Yuuji by the hoodie, dragging him around by the scruff of his neck.
"LEFT, dumbass."
The lecture auditorium was also pretty large, but the class itself didn’t seem to take up the entire space. They chose middle front seats– mostly at Fushiguro’s insistence. There were only maybe 20 students in the room, and Yuuji wasn’t a slacker, but he hated being called on, and he felt that being in the middle seats painted a large target on their foreheads.
After a quick argument, they settled down right where Fushiguro wanted, with Yuuji twiddling his pencil, bored. At his side, Fushiguro reread his student brochure with a frown, “I hate how they give you a TBA for a professor, so we have no idea if–”
“~AAnd an early good morning to all of you, my lucky students!!!”
A loud and obnoxiously cheerful tone echoed throughout the auditorium as the swinging doors banged open and shut. The teacher was late, by almost thirty minutes, which, Yuuji thought, didn’t really make a good impression at all, not for such a big university. He knew he wasn’t the only one miffed as he glanced at Fushiguro’s scowling face. Yuuji turned and craned his neck to watch his professor saunter to the front.
His jaw dropped at the sight.
Slicked up platinum hair. A black zip up jacket and slacks. Pale skin, and a large blindfold on his handsome face. The alpha jumped up the four steps to the stage, and immediately turned around, tossing his bookbag behind the lectern with ease.
“My name is Dr. Gojo, and I’ll be your physics professor for your entire stay here at Tokyo U! Now, I’ve got a PhD in Quantum Matter as well as Cosmology and Quantum Gravity– none of which are introductory topics for you but— ehhhh,” he gave a dramatic shrug, “I believe that the youth deserves an awesome education. So I’m here, and you’re all lucky, coz I’m the best. Peace!”
Yuuji couldn't believe it. Gojo Satoru. THE Gojo Satoru , Yuuji’s mind repeats. The same Gojo Satoru in his wet dreams, the same Gojo Satoru, ice blue, cherry daiquiri, ‘gonna fuck you open’ Gojo Satoru. The same man that had spent an entire Saturday night railing him.
Yuuji put his hand on his face, completely mortified, just as beside him, Fushiguro groaned. “Oh, no.”
“What oh no?” Yuuji cleared his throat and gave Fushiguro a sharp look, “I mean, why oh no?”
Fushiguro slumped in his chair, his face looking even gloomier, “This complete ass, he’s my stepdad.”
Yuuji couldn’t help himself, “he’s-WHAT–”
“And who are those two very noisy students up here in front?” Gojo said, bringing his hand up to his forehead as if to shield his eyes from the light as he peered at them. The professor seemed to fall silent for a moment, assessing, but Yuuji wasn’t sure about his real expression, his eyes mostly hidden by the strange blindfold. Yuuji was frozen, staring back at him, unbelieving. Would the man recognize him? Was this a doppelganger? Was he going to wake up from this nightmare?
Then Gojo gave a blinding smile.
“AHA! I already know these will be my favorite students.” He clasped his hands together in pure glee, “Glad you enrolled under me, Megumi Fushiguro and Itadori Yuuji!”
"We didn't have a choice," muttered Fushiguro darkly under his breath as he slunk down. He glanced at Yuuji, and asked, "What's up with you?"