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Gojo had never been one to stick to a regiment of suppressants. It was a pain to remember, a pain to fill prescriptions, and they made his body just feel off. In some ways that made his work harder too. If his body didn't feel normal, it made work… well, not difficult… but just annoying.
He'd never felt bad about being an omega. He didn't care who it affected. But ever since Megumi and Tsumiki came into his life, he tried to keep his sexual exploits away from the kids. No more bringing alphas home. He never knew when Megumi or Tsumiki would want to visit. They got lonely, he couldn’t blame them.
It made going into heat more inconvenient too. And he could feel the start of it when he woke up that morning. He’d have to pick out an alpha very soon.
But when Fushiguro showed up at his door after school, soaking wet from the rain, he couldn’t just turn him away.
He drew a bath for him and left him to himself to warm up in there. Once he was done he gave him one of his t-shirts to wear while his clothes dried. He set out boxers too, but Fushiguro only complained saying he didn’t want to wear his underwear. So the young boy made himself comfortable on the couch, drawing his knees to his chest and pulling the t-shirt over his legs.
Gojo frowned, seeing the way Fushiguro was stretching his shirt, but he was glad he was covering himself up.
“Megumi, you didn’t dry your hair.”
“Yeah I did.”
“It's dripping on the couch.”
Fushiguro just shrugged. Gojo got the hair dryer from the bathroom and began drying his hair for him. He combed his unruly hair while drying it, until it was soft and fluffy. He ruffled his hair and lingered a little longer than usual. It was so soft and he could smell his shampoo on him. It made him feel like Fushiguro was marked as his, and that gave him a warm feeling inside.
He gave him tea and snacks and they sat on his couch and watched tv. He sat close to Gojo, sharing a blanket with him. He shifted his body closer to Gojo, so that their arms were touching.
"Megumi-chan, why're you so cuddly today?"
"I'm not cuddly, I'm cold."
"Oh yeah? Need me to keep you warm?"
Fushiguro nuzzled his face into Gojo’s arm, against the soft sweater he was wearing.
God, the little moody twerp was cute. Gojo felt his chest was about to burst with how much he adored the kid. But as an omega, he felt a warning in the back of his head. Something was up with Fushiguro. Gojo would just get small whiffs of it every now and again. It was a scent that spoke to his omega instincts.
But it must be nothing, right? Fushiguro was still too young to have his secondary gender manifest. Right?
Gojo was glad he had a blanket over his lap, because much to his chagrin, he could feel his dick twitching in response to the scent. Gojo owned that he was promiscuous and not too picky when he needed to get laid, but he wasn't scum. Even he wouldn’t make a move on someone so young.
But god, Fushiguro was just precious. He was a cutie and growing up to be an attractive young man. And despite his bratty disposition (which seemed to come out most around Gojo) he was smart and kind hearted.
And he was so much fun to tease! Gojo treasured the moments when he was able to get Fushiguro to have little outbursts of frustration or make a smartass joke. Seeing his smile, hearing his laughter, that's what Gojo aimed for. But most of the time Fushiguro seemed to be annoyed when Gojo would give him too much attention.
“Megumi-chan, is Tsumiki home?”
“Mm, not yet.”
Crap. He took out his phone and sent her a text to see where she was.
She replied that she’d be home within a half hour.
“Ah, so, I actually have plans to go out soon, kiddo.”
Fushiguro didn’t say anything, just kept his head resting against his arm.
Ugh, why did he have to kick a kid out of his house!? It was impossible to not feel bad for ditching him. Gojo put his arm around him and ruffled his hair.
“Aw, poor little guy. I’m all you’ve got, huh?”
Fushiguro scooted away and finally looked up at him with his big green eyes and unrelenting pout.
“No! I have Tsumiki.”
“Ah, that’s right, so you do.” Gojo took the blanket off the both of them and caught a whiff of that scent again. It couldn’t have been coming from anywhere but Fushiguro.
“You know, she said she’s on her way home right now, so you won’t be alone when you go back.”
“You have to go already?”
Megumi!? That hint of disappointment in his voice was killing him!
“Yeah, it won’t be good for me to be late meeting my friend.”
“Who is it?”
“That’s not important.” He scoffed and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you so nosy?”
“I’m not nosy.”
Once he changed back into his dried clothes, he put on his backpack and headed to the door. Gojo had a habit of grabbing his shoulders from behind and kissing him on the back of his head when he’d leave. It was hilarious the way he’d freak out and say “That’s gross!” or “Don’t do that!”.
But it seemed like the right time to stop doing that. It would be good to keep his distance, at least as far as touches went. He didn’t like the way Fushiguro’s scent threw him.
Fushiguro stood there, his back to Gojo.
“Did you forget something? C’mon, get going.”
Fushiguro just turned his head and looked at Gojo as if he were the one forgetting something, not Fushiguro.
He turned his head back to the door and put his shoes on.
“Ok. Bye.”
“Byyyee~ my sweet little Megumi-chan!”
Gojo let out a sigh of relief once he left. He took out his phone and texted Shoko.
”How old does a kid need to be before they get their secondary gender test?”
”Around puberty. Thirteen is usually good.”
”Twelve’s too young?”
”What are you getting at? That’s not my area of expertise, but I’ve heard results can come back inaccurate if done too early.”
That was enough for him to hear. So a test wouldn’t offer any sort of answer. Not yet. And god, what if Fushiguro did turn out to be an alpha? Gojo might actually have to get serious about taking his suppressants.
Or maybe… if Fushiguro was an alpha… once he got older, maybe they could hook up…?
Gah! Even Gojo felt like a creep thinking that way.
He already cared about Fushiguro as his guardian. It would be irresponsible to remain as close as he was to him if he turned out to be an alpha though. Gojo would have to allow Fushiguro to go home when Tsumiki wasn’t home, which he had been forbidding up until now. It just wouldn’t be wise to spend too much time together in the same home.
He hadn’t wanted to face what he knew deep down was happening. He smelled it on Fushiguro more and more every day. Just how much longer could he stay in denial about it?