Chapter Text
Nanami's nerves danced beneath his skin, his hands fidgeting with invisible threads of worry. Despite taking every precaution of scent blockers, some mild suppressants to tune down his omegan characteristic. He couldn't shake the fear of being judged for his omega status in this new school.
Stepping into the first-year classroom, Nanami's eyes fell upon his new classmates: one with a cascade of silky black hair, the other sporting a mane of golden blonde. Just as he prepared to introduce himself, their teacher, Yaga, preempted him.
"Attention, first-years! We have a new classmate. Nanami-kun, introduce yourself," Yaga announced, prompting Nanami to straighten his posture and lower his hands, his voice steady but his gaze fixed on the floor.
"Hello, my name is Kento Nanami. I look forward to being in the care of you all," he greeted, offering a polite bow before meeting their eyes.
As he glanced up, he caught the intense curiosity in the black-haired student's gaze, causing him to quickly avert his eyes, seeking refuge from the unwanted attention. Meanwhile, the blonde student seemed to regard him with disdain, his focus elsewhere as if Nanami were beneath his whole existence. It was a disheartening realization, leaving Nanami yearning for more classmates to dilute the intensity of their scrutiny.
Yaga's voice brought Nanami back to the present. "Nanami, take your seat. We'll begin the lesson now," the teacher instructed. Nanami nodded respectfully and made his way to the only available seat, situated on the left side of the classroom next to the door and next to the black-haired student.
As the day's lessons commenced, Nanami found solace in the absence of any mention of his secondary gender so far, grateful for the fleeting reprieve from the weight of societal expectations in the sorcery world.
Nanami’s attention was fully absorbed in the classroom discussion a comprehensive overview of their responsibilities as first-years. From collaborative teamwork to harnessing cursed techniques in combat against curses, Yaga-sensei's emphasis on strength resonated throughout the lesson.
Though Yaga-sensei seemed to prioritize power over everything else, Nanami's aspirations diverged. He wasn't driven by the pursuit of raw power; instead, he saw his role as a steward of his grandfather's legacy a legacy rooted in using sorcery for altruistic ends, to safeguard lives.
After class, the vibrant black-haired student, exuding enthusiasm like a sunbeam, approached Nanami's desk with purposeful strides.
"Hey there! I'm Haibara. Since we'll be going on missions together as first-years, why not get to know each other better? And spend some quality time together too!" Haibara's excitement was infectious, catching Nanami off guard.
With only three students in their year, Nanami couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment. Wasn't their cohort too sparse?
Haibara's vivacity contrasted starkly with Nanami's reserved demeanor. Despite his initial reluctance to engage with his classmates, Nanami recognized the practicality of familiarizing himself with the school layout, foreseeing future independence.
"Showing me around would be helpful, if you don't mind," Nanami conceded, nodding in agreement.
A bright smile graced Haibara's face as they rose from their seats, ready to explore. As they made their way towards the classroom exit, Nanami couldn't help but notice their taciturn classmate shooting him a disgusted glance.
Suppressants dulled Nanami's omega senses, but he couldn't afford to ignore the dynamics at play. Understanding his classmates' dispositions was essential for navigating his future in this new school
As they traversed the school corridors, Haibara provided insights into various facilities, including classrooms shared by students of all years. Their next destination? The training grounds where their skills would be honed.
As they approached the training ground, Nanami observed the bustling activity. Young sorcerers, likely students, engaged in various training exercises, their energies palpable in the air.
Among them, a trio stood out animatedly conversing while executing peculiar fighting stances. Their vibrant interactions drew the attention of anyone passing them, including Nanami and Haibara.
The trio comprised a white-haired individual, another with a black hair bun, and a less exuberant girl. Nanami couldn't decipher their dynamics but discerned distinct alpha traits among them.
As Haibara initiated conversation, Nanami trailed slightly behind, maintaining his composed demeanor. "Hello, senpai!" Haibara announced their arrival, drawing the group's attention.
However, the white-haired individual appeared disinterested, his gaze fixed on his companion. With an air of annoyance masked poorly behind lowered sunglasses, he begrudgingly acknowledged their presence.
Accompanying him were a bespectacled black-haired guy and two girls one with long hair and the other with cascading white locks. The way both of them were acting made Nanami feel uneasy.
"A blonde!" a voice exclaimed, prompting Nanami's irritation. Without preamble, the white-haired individual blurted out.. of course it was about Nanami's hair, which frustrated him even more.
Rolling his eyes, Nanami interjected, "It's weird to inquire about someone's appearance without introductions. Allow me to introduce myself first then we will have tike for that senpai." His tone remained indifferent, unimpressed by the lack of decorum.
The white-haired senpai's reaction portrayed a wounded pride, earning Nanami's disdain. He demanded respect yet failed to extend the same courtesy.
Amid the awkward silence that followed, Haibara intervened, introducing the enigmatic figure as Gojo Satoru a second-year senpai and renowned sorcerer.
Haibara proceeded to introduce the second-year senpais “So these are the second year senpais gojo-senpai, geto-senpai, Shoko-senpai and here is the second year senpais mei mei senpai and ichiji senpai”
The revelation left Nanami stunned, questioning how he could overlook such a prominent figure in the sorcerer world. His family's did mention something about the three clans.. and the Gojo clan along with the Zenine were at the top of the sorcery world this was such crucial knowledge, but it seemed his naiveness stopped him from navigating the people around him as he should have.
"Pay more respect to your senpais, Nanamin~" Gojo's patronizing tone grated on Nanami's nerves, igniting a simmering dislike.
Haibara's reassuring gesture redirected Nanami's focus, urging him to ignore Gojo's remarks.
“Nice to meet you all, i will be in your care from now on” .
“He Seems like the type that dies early”Gojo added, his comment dripping with inappropriate levity. Nanami bristled at the casual disregard for his presence, resenting their lack of decency .
“Tch tch this year we have an uptight first year” Geto added
“As if a stick stuck in his ass.. however he looks super cute tho blonde and all” as if saying he is the type that dies easily wasn’t enough, that gojo said this too. He is weird.. nanami hated people who would keep talking without knowing the weight their words.
“omg Satoru you will lay your dirty old man hands on this little kohai.. keep them to yourself”
“Huuh!!! the only difference is one year Suguru stop being a jealous bitch already”
“Stop being a horny fucker!”
They started to scream indecent insults to each other and fight, Nanami was getting impatient of how they were talking about him as if he wasn’t even in the same space as them.
The disparaging remarks only fueled Nanami's growing disdain for his seniors, particularly the white-haired troublemaker. Their casual attitude toward death and their impolite behavior clashed with Nanami's expectations of formality and respect.
What’s wrong with the “the type who dies early” comment Nanami hated gojo already. All of his seniors seemed to be impolite and casual which made Nanami confused, weren’t they supposed to be more attentive and formal. This path was surrounded by death. Danger lurked at every turn, Nanami found himself surrounded by individuals who seemed indifferent to the gravity of their circumstances.
Nanami couldn’t help but view the dismissive remarks that soured the encounter with his seniors, as a sign of the challenges awaiting him in this new environment.