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“They are still not here”, Maki declares, and Satoru clicks his tongue quietly. He has had a slight hunch but wasn’t quite sure if what he had smelled from Megumi back on the train was the real thing or not.
“Wait here. Your most reliable teacher is going to save them,” he announces cheerfully.
The moment he is out of earshot, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials Shoko’s number.
“What is it?”, she answers immediately, her voice is laced with annoyance. Maybe he had harassed her too much in the past few weeks.
“I need you to prepare heat and rut blockers.”
“Huh? Why? I thought you didn’t want Megumi-kun to take them.”
“It’s kind of an emergency. I’ll take Toge-kun to you in a moment.”
Without another word, Satoru hangs up and makes his way towards the building. He trespasses the barrier and looks around. It’s so much easier for him than other sorcerers to find their curse energy with his ability. His students must have been swallowed by the curse and spit out in an underground system. Surprisingly, the elevator on the third floor turns out to be the entrance of the cursed domain. His body is swallowed by a jet-black corridor and spit out in what looks like an underground parking lot. Megumi’s scent leads him through damaged cars and destroyed walls. The curse signature still clings onto the walls.
Suddenly, a feral growl meets Satoru’s ears when he walks closer towards a darker corner of the underground parking lot. Two pair of eyes are drawn in his direction.
Heat pheromones are filling the space between two isolated parking spaces.
He knew it. They are quite compatible after all – an Inumaki and a Zenin.
He teleports away the very second Toge uses his cursed voice and teleports back again after the sound is passed the other’s lips. He touches the young Alpha’s shoulder, dodging the hand grabbing his own and a second later he teleports them to Shoko’ office. Without even so much as thinking about the consequences, he throws the young Alpha in a pile of papers lying around. For a moment, the anger clouds Satoru’s mind. The beta shrieks at the sudden invitation and her gaze wanders from him to Toge, snarling at Satoru. It takes her a second to gather the information presented to her. Thankfully, her brain is quick to catch on and without wasting more time she pushes a needle in Toge’s thigh. Toge’s growl meets his ears before he teleports back to Megumi.
Back in the underground parking lot Satoru gets pushed onto the floor. Megumi has jumped him the moment his scent had meet the Omega’s own; eyes watering clearly. It’s an almost absurd situation. His foster child half naked, the Megumi’s hands grabbing the black clothes like his life depends on their closeness. The distressed scent of an unstable Omega hits the Satoru’s nose and just a second later his own Alpha-instinct kicks in. He pushes Megumi’s hair out of the way and puts his lips over the swollen scent glands. Like caramel candy – a scent so intoxicating that his Alpha almost takes over. Mine, his mind screams loudly. Satorur’s teeth grazes over Megumi’s scent glands. Just a little deeper, only a few millimeters and a bond could be formed. Immediately, the young Omega becomes slack in his grip, sighing weakly. Satoru licks over the swollen flesh, stimulating the area with his saliva.
“Easy now, my sweet little Megumi”, he whispers against the youngster’s neck. His canines are aching. This is the punishment he has to endure for not being able to distance himself from Megumi. A bittersweet moment.
To say this doesn’t affect him, is a lie he tries to tell himself. Megumi isn’t his Omega – will never be his. He guides them both to the ground to move them in a more comfortable position. He guides the other to his own scent glands. Megumi’s arms are around his neck, the Omega’s nose buried in the covered scent glands trying to get better access. A low whine follows pointless licking – the scent patches stay where they are on Satoru’s skin.
“Megumi”, he calls softly and pulls the Omega away from his neck. The distressed scent grows thicker. Wide blown eyes are meeting his own and Satoru knows there isn’t much he can do about Megumi’s state. The teenager is too far gone. Against his own instincts telling him to sooth the crying omega in his arms and to hide him from the others, he teleports outside. Panda can’t quite comprehend what’s going on, but at least Maki is quick to make a connection between Megumi’s weak whines and a missing Toge.
Satoru instructs the two to go back to Jujutsu High alone and report. He trusts them not to pray to much into his and Megumi’s relationship. Maki is quick to nod. She tries hard not to look at Megumi and for that Satoru is thankful. He doesn’t need his instincts going completely insane by getting the feeling to be challenged by another Alpha over an Omega in heat.
A moment later he is back in Shoko’s office. Her fast movements startle him for a moment and a loud growl escapes his throat. She smacks him hard or rather she wants to, but his shield prevents her from harming him in any way.
“Pull yourself together, Satoru”, she says instead, her hand still raised.
He takes a deep breath, sorting his thoughts and shoving his instincts in a corner of his mind.
“Where should I put him?”
Unintentionally, he scans the room for Toge but can’t spot him. Shoko sighs and takes a step back, leading him to an isolated room on the other side of the building. Along the way Megumi falls asleep. Thick tears clinging to long lashes.
*
Two days later Satoru walks into the hospital room especially destined for Alphas in ruts. The moment he steps into the room, he is surprised by the faint Alpha scent in the room. Still immature, it doesn’t rile his own instincts up anymore. Toge’s back is turned to him, his gaze drawn towards the window and the birds outside nesting in the tree.
“It’s not your fault,” Satoru tries to announce his presence. Toge’s shoulder sink in even more. A defensive gesture in the presence of a more dominant Alpha.
“If Megumi was still with the Zenin Clan, your punishment would be unstoppable, but he isn’t and I’m not following these traditions.”
He steps next to the bed where Toge surely spots him out of the corner of his eyes. The young Alpha’s scent is wavering – immature and not yet developed op fully.
“As his guardian, I’ll let it slide. You two are too young to make your lives a living hell. Just keep your distance, Toge-kun.”
The last sentence can be interpreted in many ways. Maybe a reminder that Megumi is an Omega and Toge an Alpha or that they are still not ready to take the next step. Still, so very immature even though they somehow click. At least, it’s a reminder that Satoru himself hasn’t sort out his instincts yet. It’s more than just playing guardian to a child. When had Megumi grown up to be such a beautiful young Omega? Where has the child gone, he has done anything for? Apparently, time can’t be stopped and here he stands debating if he should allow Toge to get to know Megumi better.
Satoru squeezes his student’s shoulder in a reassuring manner, before leaving the teen alone again. He closes the door behind him quietly and finds himself eye to eye with Shoko.
Her lips are pulled into a fine line.
“I need a cigarette”, she says out of the blue, signaling him to follow her. She searches her pockets for a single cigarette and a lighter. Outside the building, he blows the smoke into his face, clicking her tongue afterwards.
“They are drawn to each other”, she announces her thoughts.
“You sure you don’t mind? A male omega is quite rare. A treasure for people like you and Toge-kun.”
For someone who isn’t interested in women, lingers unsaid in the air.
He chuckles softly and smiles at the indication.
“I have no interest in a child.”