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Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again [Chapter 15]

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The lecture hall was cool, the air-conditioning humming faintly in the background as Megumi stared blankly at the skeletal model positioned at the front of the room. Anatomy class. He should have been paying attention. There was a test coming up next week, and he knew better than to let himself fall behind. But his mind was elsewhere, circling back to you.

Ever since Toji started taking you out of the Omega wing, you’d been... lighter. The memory of you curled up on the bed on your first night still haunted him, but it was slowly being replaced by flashes of your shy smiles and the soft way you’d say his name. He should have been relieved—and he was, but it didn’t stop the nagging tension in his chest.

Megumi’s pen hovered over his notes. He glanced at the clock. There was a ten-minute break coming up soon.

He didn’t want to call. It wasn’t in his nature to reach out to his father for casual updates. Their relationship had always been... distant, strained by a lifetime of misunderstandings and walls neither of them had been willing to tear down. But this wasn’t about Toji. It was about you.

When the professor finally dismissed them for the break, Megumi hesitated for a moment before pulling out his phone. The number was already saved, but his thumb hovered over the call button. He could picture Toji’s casual smirk, and hear his dry tone as he answered. The thought made his stomach twist.

He pressed the button before he could second-guess himself.

The phone rang twice before Toji picked up. “Yeah?”

“Hey,” Megumi started, trying to sound neutral. “I just… I wanted to check in. How is she?”

Toji’s voice was nonchalant, but there was an undertone of amusement that made Megumi’s jaw tighten. “She’s fine. Just went back up to her rest actually.”

Megumi exhaled softly through his nose, not quite relief, not quite frustration. He had called hoping to hear something—anything—from you. A sleepy greeting, maybe. One of those quiet hums you made when you were comfortable. Something that would settle the scratch under his skin that’d been there all morning.

“Okay,” he said. His voice came out more clipped than he intended. “Thanks.”

There was a pause. Toji didn’t fill it like he normally might have, with some smug remark or a jab about Megumi being overprotective. For a second, all Megumi could hear was the static edge of the call and the faintest shuffle, like Toji had shifted where he stood.

“You good?” Megumi asked before he could stop himself.

Toji’s chuckle was short, almost dry. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Something about the way he said it made Megumi frown. It wasn’t the usual brand of lazy detachment. It was too flat. Too... restrained. Megumi’s jaw flexed.

“She ate?”

“Yeah.” There it was again—forced ease. A note of tension buried beneath the words, like Toji was trying a little too hard to sound casual.

Megumi’s fingers tightened around his phone. “Alright. I’ll see you both tonight.”

He ended the call before Toji could respond.

The screen dimmed in his hand, reflecting the ceiling lights of the hallway back at him. He stared at it for a moment, the echo of Toji’s tone still gnawing at his brain. Something felt off. He couldn’t name it, couldn’t prove it, but the instinct curled low in his gut all the same.

Still, you were okay.

That should’ve been enough.

He tracked to his next class and sank back into his seat as the ten-minute break trickled away, the low hum of classmates murmuring around him like static. His notes remained untouched.

They should get you a phone.

He didn’t know why they hadn’t thought of it before—maybe because you were still adjusting, maybe because everyone had been too focused on immediate recovery. But now that the fog was lifting he wanted to hear from you. Not secondhand reports. Not filtered through his father’s weird mood and evasive voice.

He scribbled something meaningless on the edge of his notebook just to give his hands something to do. The rest of the class dragged like molasses. Every tick of the second hand on the clock grated against his nerves.

He just wanted the day to be over.

He just wanted to go home to you.

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The door to the Omega wing clicked open with the familiar groan as Yuji stepped in first, toeing off his shoes with a grin already stretching across his face.

“Bunny?” he called out, voice bright. “We’re home!”

Megumi followed behind, more subdued but not without a faint lift to his brow. He wasn’t smiling, not exactly—but the tension in his shoulders eased the way it always did when he was close to you. The faint scent of flowers and warmth lingered in the air, and it pulled at something deep in his chest.

Then he heard it—light footsteps padding over hardwood, the quick flutter of movement as you rounded the corner in a too-big sweater and shorts, eyes going wide when you saw him.

“Yuji! ‘Gumi”

He barely had time to brace himself before you were in his arms, flinging yourself against his chest like you always did when you missed him, arms around his ribs, nose tucked into the space between his collarbones.

Megumi caught you out of habit—hands curving around your waist, breath catching softly in his throat.

Until it hit him.

The curls at the back of your head were wet to the touch - you must’ve recently showered. You smelt like the citrus body wash that they bought you but there was something else under that. Gunpowder and aged leather. Burnt ozone - It was thick on you. In your hair. On your skin. Under your clothes.

Toji.

He pushed you back instinctively, hands firm at your shoulders like you’d scalded him.

You blinked up at him in confusion, the corners of your mouth turning down.

“M’gumi?”

He didn’t answer. His eyes were scanning, searching—face, neck, jaw—nothing. But there, just under the stretched collar of your sweater, something darkened your rich skin. 

He reached before he thought better of it, fingers curling at the neckline, tugging the fabric down over your shoulder.

There it was.

A bruise. Deep purple and red, like a blooming flower. His stomach twisted.

And worse—teeth marks.

The outline was faint, not deep enough to be a claiming bite, but not soft enough to be meaningless either.

His whole body went cold.

Yuji glanced between you both, his cheery expression faded, eyebrows drawn together in confusion, but Megumi didn’t care and couldn’t stop now—not with the image seared into his brain. Toji's mouth. Toji’s scent. Toji’s teeth.

Megumi remembered Toji’s tone during their phone call. How tense he sounded.

“Did he touch you?”

You blinked at him, blinking like you couldn’t tell if he was angry or upset—or both.

“Why?” you asked, small. “Is that wrong?”

“No, but—” his eyes dropped again to the purpling bite on your collarbone. His lips pressed into a line. “You let him mark you like that?”

You looked down at yourself, tilting your head, brushing your fingers over the spot absently. “He was gentle.”

Megumi scoffed, stepping forward before he could stop himself. “Gentle? Bunny, that’s not—” He swallowed the heat rising in his chest. “You barely even know what that means.”

Your ears twitched low.

“I liked it,” you said, a little firmer now. “He was nice. He asked first.”

“And you just let him?” Megumi shot back. “You don’t even stop to think if it’s right, if you’re ready. If he deserves that from you.”

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. Your shoulders curled in. “You said he was safe…”

“I didn’t mean throw yourself at him the first chance you got!”

You flinched. Your bottom lip trembled. “You’re being mean.”

Megumi’s stomach dropped. But he didn’t stop.

“Do you even care how it looks?” he asked, low now. “Letting an alpha scent you up, bite you, like you’re in heat again? Like you’re—”

Her breath caught. She backed up. “Like I’m what?” 

Megumi’s mouth slammed shut.

Bunny’s ears flattened fully now. Her small hands gripped at the bottom of her sweater. “You’re upsetting me,” she said again, voice smaller than before. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You—” Megumi’s voice cracked. He tried to catch himself, tried to breathe, but the words still came bitter. “You smell like him.”

Your eyes shimmered wet. “You’re making me feel gross.” You whimpered, soft and high. “I didn’t mean to do anything bad…”

Megumi’s throat closed.

And then Yuji was there, suddenly dropping between them , arms already around You.

“Hey, hey, shhh, it’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Yuji whispered, voice soft but firm, glaring up at Megumi. “Why are you talking to her like that?”

You curled into Yuji’s arms, hiding your face in his shoulder as you were wrecked by sobs.

“Megumi?” Yuji’s voice sharpened. “Seriously. What the hell is going on with you?”

Megumi didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

Because all he could smell was Toji. All he could see were those bites. And all he could feel was the sinking shame of making you cry.

He turned and left.

Because what else could he do?

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You hadn’t said a word to him in days.

Not when he came into the omega wing. Not when he crossed the kitchen. Not even when he passed by your nest in the morning before he left for class, slow and deliberate, hoping—pathetically—that you might glance up.

You didn’t.

You just pulled your ears down and curled tighter into your bedding. And Yuji, who used to always tug Megumi over to cuddle with them, didn’t say anything either. He barely looked at him now, unless he had to. He’d nuzzle into your hair and guide you gently through the omega wing like Megumi didn’t even exist.

And maybe he didn’t. Not in your world anymore.

He tried not to let it get to him. Not really. He told himself it was fine. That he’d said what needed to be said. That someone had to stop and think. Someone had to remember that you’re still fragile, still healing. You didn’t know how the world worked. You didn’t know how Alphas worked. They wanted, they took, they didn’t always think about how deep the wounds they left would go.

Megumi knew that.

He was trying to protect you.

But no one wanted to hear that.

Not even You

You just looked at him now like you didn’t know who he was. Like you couldn’t even remember when you used to crawl into his lap on the couch, purring softly, pawing at his shirt until he let you in.

He missed that.

He missed the sound you made when you tasted something good while they cooked. Missed the weight of your head on his shoulder while they watched movies. Missed your scent mixing into his pillows, missed waking up with your hair in his mouth and your thigh over his stomach like you belonged there.

Now his nest was cold.

And quiet.

And even when he saw you tucked between Yuji, blinking sleepily up at someone else, he couldn’t let himself be bitter. He wanted you to be safe. He wanted you to be happy. He just wanted you to understand.

Don’t you get it?

Don’t you know how much it killed him to see you flinch, to see your trust handed over so easily to men who wouldn’t bleed the way he would for you? He’d earned that trust. Earned you. And if he didn’t say something, who would?

So fine. He’ll let you pout. He’ll let Yuji sulk. He’ll let everyone act like he’d done something wrong.

He’d still be there when it mattered.

And maybe one day—when you stop being so soft, so easily moved by kind voices and warm hands—maybe then, you’ll understand that love doesn't always sound sweet.

Sometimes, it sounded like no.

Sometimes, it sounded like not yet.

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Yuji found him first, a few nights after.

Megumi was alone, elbows on his knees, head bowed as he sat on the cold stone steps outside the omega wing, overlooking the open field at the back of the compound. The sky had gone deep blue, stars flickering overhead. He didn’t look up when Yuji walked out.

Didn’t need to. He could feel the heat rolling off him.

"You made her cry." Yuji's voice was low. Dangerous in a way Megumi rarely heard from him.

Megumi said nothing. Just clenched his jaw tighter.

Yuji stepped closer, boots scraping the stone. "You saw her. You smelled her. And you still said that shit to her face."

Megumi finally looked up, sharp. "I was trying to protect her."

"From who, Megumi? Toji? Or yourself?"

That landed harder than Yuji probably meant it to.

"You think you're the only one who cares about her?" Yuji pressed, voice rising now. "The only one who gets to say what she needs?"

"I never said that."

"You didn’t have to! You cornered her like you had a right to her. Like she owed you something." Yuji took another step forward, furious now. "You knew she was still healing. You know what she’s been through. And instead of asking her if she was okay, you made her feel dirty."

"She’s not—" Megumi growled, standing, eyes narrowing. "She’s not just some toy for Toji to—"

Yuji shoved him.

Not hard, but enough.

"She’s not yours to protect like that. She’s not yours to control."

"I wasn’t—"

"Yes, you were." Yuji’s voice cracked. "You let your feelings get in the way of what she needed. And now she barely comes out of her nest because of you."

Megumi looked away, chest tight, fists clenched. He knew. He’d felt the shift. The way Yuji had started avoiding him too. The way the omega wing had gone quiet around him.

“She’s not some broken thing you get to fix and then own,” Yuji said, softer now, but with more weight. “She’s her own person. And she trusted you.”

Megumi didn’t speak.

Didn’t apologize.

Because if he did, he’d have to admit he was jealous. That he’d crossed a line. That Yuji—naive, bright, open-hearted Yuji—was right.

Yuji stared at him a moment longer, then turned.

“You better figure out what matters more,” he muttered. “Your pride or Bunny.”.

Yuji had barely made it three steps before Megumi stood up, voice sharper than he meant.

“You think I don’t know what she’s been through?”

Yuji stopped, shoulders tense.

“She was trained to be used, Yuji. Groomed to think touch means safety. That scent means love. You think that’s real? You think Toji playing nice with her means it’s okay to just let him have her?”

Yuji turned, brow furrowed. “Toji didn’t have her—”

“You saw how she was when she first got here,” Megumi snapped. “You saw how she did everything we asked in fear of being punished. You saw when she barely talked and clung to that ratty hoodie you gave her.”

He stepped forward, heat in his voice now. “It’s not about me. It’s about her. She’s still healing. Still scared. And no one—not Toji, not even you—should be touching her like that unless they know what they’re doing.”

Yuji’s eyes narrowed. “You think you’re the only one who knows how to care for her?”

“I am the only one who takes it seriously enough to stop thinking with his dick.”

Yuji flinched. Just slightly. But Megumi saw it.

And part of him hated himself for it.

But another part—that bitter, burning thing under his skin—kept going.

“We helped her through her heat because she didn’t have a choice. Because she was hurting. Don’t pretend that makes you her mate.”

Yuji's jaw tensed. “And what makes you think you are?”

That made Megumi pause. His breath caught.

Yuji stepped closer again.. “You’re mad because Toji touched her. Because she let him. Because it wasn’t you. And now you’re dressing it up like you’re her savior—but you’re just pissed you weren’t the one she chose.”

Megumi’s hand curled at his side.

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Yuji saw the silence for what it was. He shook his head.

“She trusted you,” he said again, softer this time. “And instead of showing her she was safe, you made her feel ashamed.”

Then he left and this time Megumi didn’t follow.

He stood alone in the dark, the guilt turning sour in his throat—because even if he hated how Yuji said it...he wasn’t wrong.

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Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again [Chapter 14]

Trigger Warning: Sexual content, Daddy kink. Sukuna - of course

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Finally you’ve found yourself falling into a new schedule. The boys would go off on the road to school and just as they promised they would be back in time for dinner.

The past few days have been, different. Toji has been spending more time with you, slipping into your day like he belongs there. He never stays long, just enough to bring a meal or check on how you’re doing. Slowly, you’re starting to get used to his presence. Today is no exception. When there is a knock at the omega wing door, you go to answer it.  

"Lunch," he responds softly, standing beyond the threshold in casual clothing. Your ears perk up at the sound of his voice. In his hand is a take away plate. Usually it’s Yuji that packs your lunches and snacks for the day, but you take Toji’s gift. Yuji wouldn’t mind you skipping over one of his meals just for one afternoon. Right?

You say thank you, then a thought hits you. “Why don’t you come inside with me?” 

Toji gives a throaty laugh. Your face burns. You stumble over your words to make up for your embarrassment. Was that a stupid question? Were you being too forward?

Toji’s large, warm hand smooths over your fuzzy ears, tussling your curls. “No can do little bunny.” He lifts your head gently with the pad of his index finger and thump. His green eyes hold their usual calm amusement, but there is something else at the edges of his eyes.

 “I would love to come in,” His hand moves from your chin to rub at the nap of your neck. A shiver works its way down your spine, his gunpowder scent is pleasantly sweet today. “But I would need permission from all the omega’s in order to come in. And I don’t think Megumi would take too kindly to me coming in here.”

You whine slowly. You hadn’t thought about that. You had seen for yourself that Megumi didn’t take too well to his sire. 

“I’m sorry -” 

“No need to apologize. This is your first pack isn’t it?”

You nod. There was no need for packs at the Master's compound. 

“So don’t worry you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.”

The next day near noon, Toji comes to get you out of the Omega wing. In his words you needed a change of scenery every now and then. Going outside wasn’t much of an option as it was raining. The weather was changing as summer slowly came to an end and autumn falls into its place. You dress yourself in a plain white top and blue flowy skirt that follows your movements - it was the last piece of clothing that Toru bought for you before he left to go on his business trip.

Toji suggested watching something together. After being included in Toji’s routine, you’ve come to notice that he normally works the nightshift while Sukuna works during the day - which explains why you haven't seen much of Sukuna lately. 

“Not much else to do until my shift,” he says with a shrug. 

You follow him to the public wing, where the large TV dominates the room. The couch feels massive, and you instinctively curl into one corner as Toji sprawls out beside you, remote in hand. You notice that not one Beta seems to be near this part of the compound. 

You start with a few movies. An action movie, a comedy that makes you laugh until your tummy hurts and lastly a horror movie that makes you jump and hide your face in Toji’s chest. You can feel the vibrations of his laugh.

The moment is light, easy. You felt as though nothing could ruin the calm you feel in this moment. But of course there is no real peace in a house filled with Alpha’s.

You don’t notice the shadow lingering at the doorway. Your attention is still on the screen, watching as another race begins. But then the air shifts, grows heavier, and your instincts scream at you to pay attention.

When you look up, Sukuna is standing in the doorway, dressed in tactical gear - his  crimson eyes locked on you.

Your body tenses, and you shrink back against the couch instinctively. Memories of the last time you saw him flood your mind—the way his scent had overwhelmed you, triggered something you weren’t ready for. Even now, the faintest trace of it in the air makes your heart race.

“I haven’t seen my little rabbit in ages,” Sukuna says, his voice smooth and taunting. He steps further into the room, his gaze never leaving yours. “I hope she’s been well.”

You don’t know what to say to him,even if you did your voice fails, useless in your throat. The way his pupils dilate as he looks at you makes your skin heat up. You felt like prey trapped in his hunting gaze.

The movie plays, forgotten in the background.

Before you can muster the courage to respond, Toji shifts beside you. His arm, which had been resting behind you on the couch, slides lower, his hand wrapping around your middle to rest on your thigh. The pressure is firm, grounding, and you lean into it without thinking. 

“Back off, Sukuna,” Toji says, his voice low and steady. There’s no anger in it, just a warning that’s impossible to ignore.

“Relax. I’m just saying hello.” Sukuna’s gaze flickers to Toji, his smirk widening. “Don’t keep her all to yourself. You have to share.”

Toji bares his teeth. His grip on your thigh tightening slightly. Sukuna matches his aggression with a growl and snap of his jaw.

Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to sit up straighter. “I’m fine, Sukuna,” you say, your voice steadier than you expected. “And I’m not your rabbit.”

For a moment, there’s silence. Then Sukuna laughs, the sound rich and mocking. “Oh? So bold today. You must be rubbing off on her, Toji.”

“I said back off,” Toji says, the warning in his tone sharper now.

Sukuna raises his hands in mock surrender, though the smug look on his face doesn’t waver. “Fine. Don’t let me keep you.”

Toji doesn’t respond. Instead, he shifts, scooping you up into his arms in one fluid motion.

“Let’s get you back to where you should be,” he murmurs, his voice softer now. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carries you out of the room.

You both leave Sukuna in the room.

The walk back to the Omega wing is quiet, the only sound is the faint rustle of your clothes and the steady rhythm of Toji’s footsteps. You press your face into his neck, seeking out his scent, and a soft whine escapes you before you can stop it.

“You did good,” Toji says, his voice rumbling against your ear. He gently nudges your head away from his neck, his tone firm but kind.

Your legs are wrapped securely around his waist, your weight balanced effortlessly on his arm. His free hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin in slow, soothing strokes.

He leans in, his cheek rubbing against yours in a gesture that feels both protective and possessive. The roughness of his growing five o’clock shadow that he needs to shave, sends a pleasant shiver through you, and you close your eyes, leaning into the touch.

Toji presses a series of soft kisses along your cheeks, your jawline, and your forehead. His growl is low and deep, vibrating through you and making your heart race.

When his lips brush close to your mouth, you feel the temptation to turn your head, to close the gap between you. But Toji pulls back slightly, chuffing at your jaw one last time before continuing his walk.

You rest your head against his shoulder, your shoulders tensing. You want to feel the scar at the edge of his lips. Is it soft? Will it be rough against your own lips?

As you reach the Omega wing -door insight, Toji slows his steps, his grip on you tightening slightly. “Almost there,” he murmurs, his tone softer than you’ve ever heard it.

You nod, your arms tightening around his neck. “Toji.”

“Hmm?” He answers. 

You pull away from his neck and meet his gaze. He looks over your face. Searching. Your noses a hair lengths away apart.

You close the distance, planting a soft kiss on his lips. 

His scent blooms and fills the hall, turning your brain to sweet floaty mush.

He moans in your mouth and pushes harder when you try to break the kiss.

Both of you break out into a mess of moans and heavy breathes as your tongues wrestle for dominance - a battle you gladly let him win.

Soon, your back is pushed against the wall near the omega wing entrance. 

Toji’s hands travel around your body, rubbing and pinching at all the right places. 

You finally break about from the kiss to catch your breath - a clear line of saliva connecting you too.

“Such a good Bunny,” Toji says, he trails kisses along your jaw and neck, a hand working its way up your shirt, past your bra to fondle at your bare breast and peaked nipples. “Such a good Bunny for Daddy aren’t you?”

A gush of heat washes over your body and pools in your cunt. 

“Toji!” You cry.

Toji answers with a sharp nip on your collar bone. You yep in pain and look down to meet his gaze. His pupils are dilated - brilliant green taken over by obsidian black.

“That’s not my name, little bunny.”

Your face flushes in exhilarating embarrassment. “Please Daddy!” You don’t care if someone can hear you down the hallway. Right now, the only thing on your mind is feeling some kind of release with Toji. You want to drown in his scent and any pleasure he can give you. “I want to feel good!”

He shushes you with a chuckle and kisses you deeply, licking the inside of your mouth and your parted lips. His scar stretches as he smiles. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take extra good care of you.”

Toji continues to kiss you deeply, swallowing all your whines and soft cries. 

His lips muffle your sound of surprise as he trails a hand up your skirt and moves your soaked panties aside with his finger. 

“So wet and sweet for me.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead as his fingers dip into your heat and circle your aching clit. 

“Daddy’s little bunny, all to himself.’ 

Your words are swallowed up by a bruising kiss.

Pleasure ripples up and down your spine as Toji toys with your dripping cunt. 

The hallway now potent with both your arousal.

A loud moan echoes out when Toji finally sinks his pointer finger into the last knuckles. It's thick enough that it stretches you ever so sweetly. He moves it around - as if trying to map out the insides of your pussy.

“More Daddy, need more.”

A growl comes from deep inside his chest. He adds a second finger and works up to a fast pace. You hear his palm meeting your heated skin in a distinctive pap pap sound. You’re sure that the floor is covered with your sweet slick.

Small punches of air leave your lungs as you moan out. 

You feel so alive at this moment. You can feel every ounce and inch of pleasure - hear Toji’s growls and moans. You can smell his own essence leaking in his pants. You never want this to end but your climax is coming strong. 

Your cunt spasms around Toji’s thick calloused fingers. “I think I’m going to cum!”

“Cum for me.” Toji whispers in your ear. “Cum on Daddy’s fingers.”

The coil in your stomach snaps as you cum on Toji, your slick getting onto his arm and chest. You take deep breaths as you try to come down from your high. Toji readjusts your underwear and top. You whine at the cold sensation of your panties. As you are set down to your feet you wobble a bit, holding on to Toji for stability.

“Time for you to get inside, little bunny.” His voice is gruff and rough around the edges. So different from how he normally sounds. But right now your mind is so cloudy, you don’t care about the edge. All you want is for the pleasure he can give you to never end.

“Why?” You look down at his crutch. His pants are tight against his obvious erection. “I want to taste you too.”

Your arm is caught in his warm hand - dwarfing yours. You hadn’t even noticed that you were reaching out for him.

“I’m going to stop before I take this too far.” His pupils are still blown black as he gazes down at you. A smirk dances on his lips. 

You stand mesmerized as he brings up the fingers that were in you to his mouth - licking up all your spilled slick.

“Now be good and do as you're told.”

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Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again [Chapter 13]

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The soft rustling of blankets surrounds you as you nestle deeper into Yuji’s bed. The familiar scent of him lingers on the sheets, mixed with traces of Megumi and the faintest hint of Sukuna. Your nest, freshly built by the boys after you stubbornly refused to leave Yuji’s room, is like a cloud of comfort. Layers of blankets from Megumi’s room and your own have been piled onto Yuji’s bed, forming a proper structure out of the chaotic pile it was last night. It’s warm, cozy, and smells just right.

You’ve been watching Steven Universe for hours now. Yuji had insisted it was okay for you to watch ahead, and you couldn’t help yourself. The show’s vibrant colors and heartfelt stories had you hooked. But now, boredom has caught up with you, and your eyelids grow heavy. The soft hum of the Ipad Megumi left you fades as you drift off into a mid-morning nap, cocooned in your nest.

A knock at the Omega Wing’s door pulls you from your dreams. At first, the sound doesn’t register, blending into the remnants of sleep. It comes again, louder this time, and your ears flick in annoyance. Reluctantly, you stir from your nest, the blankets slipping off as you sit up and rub your eyes. Who could it be? Only a handful of people are allowed near this space. Curiosity gets the better of you as you pad toward the door, your bare feet quiet against the floor. You hesitate for a moment, your hand resting on the doorknob. When you finally open it, the scent hits you before anything else does—woodsy and rich, with undertones of leather and gunpowder. It’s unmistakable.

Toji.

He leans casually against the doorframe, his sharp green eyes scanning you with a smirk tugging at his scared lips. “Morning, Kit,” he drawls, his voice rough but not unkind.

Your heart skips a beat, and you fidget under his gaze. The buzzing in your head grows louder, accompanied by the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. Memories of yesterday rush back—seeking comfort in his presence, ending up in his bed, your small hand clutching his finger. You’re suddenly hyper-aware of everything: the way his scent seems stronger, more encompassing, and the warmth creeping up your neck.

“G-Good morning,” you stammer, shifting your feet bashfully.

Toji’s smirk deepens, his sharp features softening just a fraction. He holds something out to you, and your eyes widen when you see your stuffed bunny in his hand. “You left this in my den,” he says.

“Oh!” You’re startled. In the chaos of yesterday and having Yuji and Megumi back, you had completely forgotten about it. You take the bunny from him, clutching it to your chest. “Thank you!”

Toji’s grin turns wolfish. “Careless little thing, leaving your bunny behind.” His teasing tone makes your cheeks burn, and you duck your head, mumbling an apology.

He chuckles, a low and rumbling sound that only flusters you more. Then, with a tilt of his head, he says, “Come on, Kit. Let’s go on an adventure.”

You blink up at him, confused. “An adventure?”

“Yeah.” He straightens, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I’ve got an hour to kill, and it’s not healthy for you to stay cooped up in here all day.”

The idea of venturing outside the Omega Wing makes your ears twitch nervously. “But… Toru said not to go too far,” you murmur.

Toji’s expression doesn’t change, but there’s a spark of amusement in his eyes. “I know Gojo’s little rules,” he says, his voice carrying a touch of mockery. “We’ll stay close. Besides, you’re with me. Nothing bad’s gonna happen, little bunny.”

You clutch your stuffed bunny tighter, torn between hesitation and the strange pull Toji’s presence has on you. His words are reassuring, but it’s the steadiness in his gaze that finally convinces you. With a small nod, you step back to grab a hoodie and slip on longer sweatpants, you rest your stuffed bunny on the living room couch before following him out of the Omega Wing.

As the door closes behind you, Toji casts a glance over his shoulder, his grin returning. “Now don’t worry your little head too much. We’re just going for a walk.”

He leads you out of your room and down the hall. The air outside is crisp, cool against your skin, and for a moment, you feel that flutter of unease again as the compound’s walls fall behind you. The world outside feels so vast and unknown, but Toji’s steady presence gives you a strange sense of calm.The path he takes you passes the dog's kennels and winds through the dense trees beyond the cleared land. The sun dappling through the leaves, casting a soft, golden glow across the ground. Toji walks at a relaxed pace, occasionally glancing down at you, as if making sure you’re okay. You follow him, stepping carefully, but each step feels lighter with him by your side.The winding path seems to stretch on for a while, the only sound of the crunching leaves underfoot and the occasional chirp of birds in the trees. You start to feel more at ease, the initial tension melting away as you walk alongside Toji. The air is fresh, the earthy scent of moss and soil mingling with the faint tang of water in the breeze. You almost forget where you are, lost in the calming rhythm of your footsteps and the quiet, peaceful atmosphere.

Eventually, the path begins to slope downward, and you hear the soft sound of running water. You glance up at Toji, who meets your gaze with a knowing smile.

“You’ll like this part,” he says, his voice low and warm.

You feel a warm flutter in your chest at the thought of him sharing something so personal with you. Carefully, you step closer to the stream, crouching to dip your fingers into the cool water. The gentle current tickles your skin, and for a moment, you forget your lingering anxieties. The sound of the stream soothes you, and before long, you’re splashing your hands lightly, giggling as the water ripples around your fingers. You trail your hand against a smooth stone, the sensation grounding you.

“Kit, you’re gonna fall in if you’re not careful,” Toji calls out, amusement in his voice.

You glance back at him, your lips tugging into a small smile. “I’ll be fine. It’s shallow.”

He chuckles, the sound rumbling low in his chest. “Still. Don’t need you catching a cold.”

After a few more moments of playing in the water, you finally stand, brushing your damp hands against your hoodie. Toji is leaning against a tree now, one leg stretched out and the other bent, his relaxed posture inviting. He pats the spot beside him. “Come here, Kit.”

You hesitate, the sudden wave of shyness catching you off guard. But his steady gaze and the warm tone of his voice ease your nerves. As you approach, he scoops you up with one hand effortlessly and places you next to him. His arm drapes over your shoulders and down your side, his hand large enough to cup your thigh. The weight and warmth of it are grounding, and you find yourself leaning into his chest, comforted by his scent.

“How’re you doing?” he asks, his voice low and gruff, but there’s a softness to it that surprises you.

“I’m okay,” you reply quietly. “Happy.”

The words feel true, but as you glance into the running stream, your expression sours. The steady current mirrors the swirl of emotions in your chest. “It’s just… harder now,” you admit after a pause. “With Yuji and Megumi gone so much and Toru not being around lately, I’ve been feeling… lonely.”

Toji doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he shifts, pulling you closer until your body is tucked snugly against his side. His thumb begins to trace slow, soothing circles on your thigh, his touch warm and steady.

“Gojo’s busy doing everything he can to keep you safe,” Toji says, his voice steady. “The boys are at school, building themselves into the men they’re supposed to be. But if you’re ever alone, you’ve got me. And Sukuna.”

You freeze at the mention of Sukuna, your body tensing instinctively, but you remember the way his scent made your body react last night. You’re not so sure about Sukuna anymore.

Toji’s hand on your thigh doesn’t stop, his thumb continuing its soothing motion. “Relax,” he murmurs. “He’s not so bad once you get used to him.”

You’re not sure if you believe that, but the steady rhythm of Toji’s touch and the quiet reassurance in his voice keep you from pulling away. You glance up at him and catch the way the sunlight highlights the sharp angles of his face, softening them in a way that makes your stomach flutter. When his gaze meets yours, you quickly tuck your head back into his chest. His light chuckles vibrate through his muscular chest. For a moment, the two of you sit in comfortable silence, the sounds of the stream and birds filling the air. His hand never leaves your thigh, his touch steady and warm. You find yourself pressed against, your head resting lightly against his chest. His scent surrounds you, earthy and grounding, and you close your eyes, letting the moment wash over you.

The sharp trill of Toji’s phone alarm shatters the stillness. He sighs, pulling the device from his pocket and silencing it with a press of his thumb.“I hate to be the bad guy,” he says, his voice a little regretful, “but I’ve got to get back to work. You should head back to your nest, too.”

A small frown tugs at the corners of your lips. You don’t want to leave this peaceful place. You want to stay here forever, in the quiet calm of the creek and Toji’s steady presence. But reality starts to settle in, and the warmth of the moment begins to fade.

“I don’t want to go back yet,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest in a playful show of defiance. Toji chuckles at your reaction.

“Aww, look at that,” he teases, leaning in slightly and poking your bottom lip with a finger. “You’re really trying to make me feel guilty, huh?”

You glare up at him, though you can’t help the heat that blooms across your cheeks at his touch. “Don’t laugh at me!” you say, pouting even harder. “I’m not trying to make you feel guilty!”

Toji laughs again, a deep, genuine sound, and you can’t help but feel your heart soften. There’s something so comforting about the way he finds amusement in your antics, like he genuinely enjoys spending time with you. Without warning, Toji leans down, sweeping you into his arms. You squeal in shock as your body is lifted off the ground, your legs supported by his large forearms. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, your heart pounding in your chest. You feel small and covered, but in a good way.

“Toji!” you protest, though your voice is a mix of surprise and disbelief. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m carrying you back, kit,” Toji grins, the mischievous glint in his eye only adding to the playful danger of the situation. “I’m not letting you walk back all by yourself.”

You try to protest again, but the sound dies in your throat when you realize that being carried by Toji isn’t so bad after all. He’s strong, and his arm around you feels reassuring, even if it’s a little embarrassing. The way he laughs at you, enjoying your flustered reaction, makes you pout even more, but you can’t stay upset for long.

When you finally reach the back entrance of the Omega wing, Toji slows down, letting you slide back to the ground with a small grunt of effort. You take a deep breath, already missing the warmth of his arms around you, the comfort of being with him outside of both of your usual routines. You got an idea.

"Wait here a second," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Toji raises a brow but nods, watching as you disappear back into the Omega Wing. You race up the winding stairs to the living room and grab what you need. You return moments later, holding your stuffed bunny, your cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“I, um…” You hesitate, fingers fiddling with the bunny’s long ears. “I was wondering if you could… scent this for me?”

Toji’s smirk deepens, his dark eyes lighting with amusement. “Scent it?” he repeats, as if testing the words. His voice carries a teasing edge, but there’s no malice in it, only curiosity.

You nod, biting your lip and holding the bunny out to him. “It… it helps me relax. If you don’t mind.”

Toji takes the plush toy, and you can’t help but notice how tiny it looks in his broad hand. He glances at it, then at you, before shrugging. “Sure, why not?”

He brings the bunny to his face, rubbing it along his jawline and neck with slow, deliberate movements. His smirk never fades, but there’s a softness to his actions that makes your chest feel tight. The way the plush toy dwarfs his hand is almost comical, and yet you can’t look away.

When he’s done, he holds the bunny out to you. “That good enough?”

You take it back, clutching it to your chest and burying your nose in the soft fabric. The faint, woodsy musk of his scent clings to it now, and you can’t stop the smile that spreads across your lips. “Thank you!” you say, your voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Toji chuckles, reaching out to ruffle your curls. “Don’t mention it, kid.”

You grumble at the action, swatting at his hand, but the gesture only makes him laugh. His laughter is warm and deep, filling the quiet hallway like a deep melody.

You look up at Toji, your heart fluttering nervously in your chest. He’s been kind to you, patient with your hesitations, and you can’t help but feel a small gesture of affection well up inside you.

You stand on your tiptoes, and without thinking too much about it, you press a soft kiss along his jaw bone. It's the highest you can reach. His skin is warm, and the contact is quick, but it makes your heart race all the same. Without waiting for his reaction you turn and bolt up the stairs. You throw yourself back into the nest in Yuji’s room. And hold your bunny close to your chest.

“You can’t stop smiling. It’s nice to feel this way—to feel safe, to feel cared for, and to know that there are people here who won’t let you be alone, no matter what.

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Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again [Chapter 12]

Master List

Trigger warning: Sexually Suggestive

“Of course we can!” Yuji’s cheerful voice filled the room as he carried you safely in his arms. You had tried to climb down, but he playfully snapped his jaws near your cheek, holding you tighter with a mischievous grin.

Megumi’s voice cut through the moment, calm but firm as he eyed you both. “We need to wash up and start dinner first. We’ll watch the show afterward.”

You nodded, happy to be back with them, though a small pit of anxiety lingered in your chest. Your routine was different now, and you guessed you’d just have to get used to it. Still, the idea of washing up and losing Toji’s scent made you feel… sad. You knew it was silly, but the thought of washing away the safety and wholeness his scent brought felt like too much of a loss.

Yuji walked you to your room and to your private bath, his warmth grounding you. He would’ve stayed to shower with you if Megumi hadn’t pulled him away. Alone, you stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over you. As the lingering traces of Toji’s scent faded, you scrubbed your mahogany skin gently, avoiding your curly hair to spare yourself the trouble of detangling it. By the time you finished, you felt clean but oddly hollow.

When you emerged, the boys were already in the kitchen to the left of the living area, cooking. The scent of stir fry filled the space—chicken for them, and veggies for you. You joined them quietly, standing by the counter to observe. Yuji, always attentive, glanced at you with a grin.

“Wanna help?” he asked, his playful energy making you smile despite yourself.

“Yes, please!” You began cutting vegetables under Yuji’s watchful eye, your hands careful and slow. The knife felt unfamiliar, and you pushed away the nervous thought of cutting yourself. Yuji hovered, his concern evident, but Megumi’s teasing voice broke through.

“Yuji, relax. Let her chop the veggies.” Though his tone was light, there was a softness to it that reassured you.

Yuji huffed but stepped back, keeping a protective gaze on you. You giggled at their dynamic and continued cutting the vegetables, though they ended up horribly misshapen. Megumi used them without a word.

Dinner was ready quickly, and the three of you gathered on the couch to eat. Yuji leaned against the armrest, a bowl of food balanced on his lap. “You’re gonna love this show,” he said, his enthusiasm infectious.

As the opening theme of Steven Universe spilled into the room, you were captivated. The vibrant colors, the catchy music, and the heartfelt characters drew you in completely. Megumi has to nudge you more than once to gently remind you to eat.

Yuji laughs, leaning over to pop a piece of chicken into your mouth before you could protest. The rich flavor surprised you, and before you could respond, Megumi swatted Yuji’s arm lightly. “Don’t do that,” he muttered. “You know she doesn’t eat much meat.”

You smiled at their antics, tucking your legs under you as the cozy air wrapped around you. Safe. No expectations. You allowed yourself to simply exist as Steven’s story unfolded. For a moment, your thoughts drifted to Toru. ‘ He would love this show’ you thought, and a pang of longing hit you. You missed him and Nanami, too, wondering where they were and why they’d been distant. it's not like him to be away from you for so long. You want to hear his voice – to make sure that he’s alright and to calm the nerves in your tummy. You hadn’t spent that much time with Nanami. But the moments you had together showed how calm and gentle he was. 

‘Do they not want me any longer?’. But that couldn’t be true right? Toru had said that he was busy and that he would come back. And Nanami had to have been busy dealing with his own duties.

Your mind swirled with different possibilities and what-ifs, but you keep your thoughts to yourself, not wanting Megumi and Yuji to feel as though you aren’t enjoying their company.

The evening stretched on, but as the clock neared 11 p.m., your exhaustion became harder to ignore. Megumi stood, stretching with a glance at the time. “Bedtime,” he announced, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Yuji groaned dramatically, flopping back against the couch. “But I don’t want to sleep yet.”

You joined him with a quiet whine, unwilling to let the night end. If you went to sleep, the morning would come too quickly, and they’d leave. But Megumi raised an eyebrow, silencing any further protests. “Shh. You’ll both be fine.”

Cleaning up was quick, and before long, the living area was reorganized. As you were about to head to your room, you stopped, your voice small. “Um… Yuji?”

He turned, his expression softening at your shy hesitation. “Yeah, Bunny?”

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?”

Yuji blinked, caught off guard, but his smile quickly spread. “Of course. You can always sleep in my room.”

He glanced at Megumi, who paused mid-motion, fluffing a couch cushion. They shared a silent exchange before Megumi sighed. “Fine,” he said, rolling his eyes. “But brush your teeth first.”

Yuji’s room was chaotic, much like his personality. Blankets and pillows were strewn about, posters adorned the walls, and clothing was scattered near the closet. Unlike Megumi’s meticulously organized space, Yuji’s room was warm and inviting in its messiness. You didn’t mind it. The mountain of pillows on his bed lacked the structure of a proper nest but still felt comfortable. The air was saturated with Yuji’s scent, easing the tension in your shoulders as you squeezed into the bed between them.

Yuji wrapped his arms around you, and Megumi tangled his legs with yours. Nestled in their warmth, you felt a sense of belonging. As you adjusted, a familiar scent caught your attention. Warm yet sharp, it absorbed your senses. Digging through the pillows, and disturbing Yuji and Megumi along the way, you found a soft pillow with a makeshift pillowcase—a shirt—and pulled it free. The scent intensified, filling you with a comforting warmth as you buried your face into it with a contented sigh.

Yuji caught your movement, and eyed the pillow in your hands.. “Oh, Sukuna scented that for me,” he admitted sheepishly. “It helps me sleep sometimes.”

You didn’t look up, your focus entirely on Sukuna’s scent. It filled your thoughts, stirring something deep within you. Had his scent always been so strong. It was all encompassing in its strength and effects. Is this how Sukuna smelt that day when he..

“Bunny?” Megumi’s voice broke through, concern lacing his tone. “Are you okay?”

You had not noticed but your scent had warmed and bloomed around the room. The warmth in your stomach had travelled down to your cunt, lacing your panties with your sweet slick. Sukuna’s scent had stirred a reaction, but instead of fear or discomfort, you felt calm. Sated. Your mind felt at ease as your limbs turned to jello.

You rubbed your cheek and neck on the shirt, letting his scent coat you as a soft purr escaped your lips. Absent-mindedly, your hips slowly rolled forward. But this wasn’t a heat that needed to be tamed, you wanted to relax in it and allow it to lull you to sleep.

Yuji’s hand rests on your stomach beneath your sleep shirt. “You sure you’re okay? Gojo isn’t here, but we can help if you want.”

“No,” you moaned softly, pressing closer to him. Your lips brushed his throat in a soft kiss, and he shuddered, a quiet purr escaping him. “I’m okay. Just want to sleep now.”

Behind you, Megumi’s fingers traced soothing circles on your lower back, grounding you. You melted into their embrace, eyelids heavy but mind still swirling with thoughts of Sukuna and Toji’s primal scents.

“Do you think I can get Toji to scent something for me?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

The room stilled. Megumi’s fingers paused, and Yuji’s voice was hesitant. “I think it’s worth a shot,” he said quietly.

You curled into Yuji’s chest, letting his warmth envelop you.

“Goodnight,” Megumi murmured, the rustle of him turning away faint in the quiet.

Yuji kissed the top of your head. “Goodnight, Bunny.”

Surrounded by their presence, the smell of your Alpha and the comforting sounds of Yuji and Megumi’s breathing, you fade into a peaceful sleep, a sense of safety and belonging wrapping around you like a cocoon.

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Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again. [Chapter 11]

Master list

TW: Panic attack, fear of being abandoned.

Against your will, your mind drifted back to Master. The memories of life with him never left you, always lurking in the shadows of your mind. Every demand, every command, every sharp glance—your life had revolved around bending to his whims. His word was law, and you obeyed, because disobedience brought pain, and even the smallest misstep could turn terrifying in an instant. That was your reality. It wasn’t happy, and it wasn’t kind, but it was familiar. It was safe in a twisted, awful way, because you knew the rules. You knew what was expected.

Then you were stolen. Plucked from the world you knew and thrust into something even scarier. All you could think about was how Master would punish you for leaving your room. Your heart clenched painfully, your ears pressing flat against your head as you imagined his anger. The fear of his retribution was so overwhelming that it drowned out everything else. You didn’t even dare to hope for anything better. Electric shock, black pepper and lilac plagued your dreams. 

But then you met them—Megumi, Yuji, and Toru. They didn’t just keep you alive. They gave you something you’d never known before: warmth. Kindness. Care that didn’t feel like a transaction. It was strange and confusing at first. Toru, a Prime Alpha —didn’t bark orders or expect you to kneel at his feet. They all offered soft words and warm hands, and little by little, they began to pull you out of the dark, crumbling walls Master had built around you.

The memories you made with them became like tiny sparks in the cold void of your mind. Megumi’s quiet attentiveness, Yuji’s infectious laughter, Toru’s playful affection—they wrapped around you like a soft blanket, filling spaces inside you that you didn’t even know were empty. For the first time, you didn’t feel like you were surviving. You felt like you were living. And it scared you.

What if they changed? What if one day they realized they were wrong to care for you? What if they stopped cherishing you and left you alone again? What if Master found you and harmed them for not returning you? The thought tightened in your chest, heavy and suffocating. But for now—for right now—you decided to rest in the dream they created for you. Even if it wasn’t forever, you wanted to hold on to it for as long as you could.

And yet, things haven't been as soft lately. Nanami and Toru had asked you to identify the people who took you from Master. You’d done it, of course, because they needed you to. But ever since, the two Alphas had changed. They were still kind, but their warmth felt distant, their smiles forced. They had grown colder, busier. You rarely see them now. Toji and Sukuna had taken over guarding the compound, but they weren’t around much either. Only a few people were even allowed inside.

But now, the dreaded day had come. The one you’d been pretending wouldn’t arrive.

Yuji and Megumi had to go back to university.

You’d known it was coming. They’d talked about it often enough. But the reality of it made your stomach twist. They would be out in the city for the better half of the day and home in time for dinner. The idea of being alone—even for a few hours—filled you with dread. Who would walk beside you? Who would make you laugh or offer you soft reassurances when your ears drooped in uncertainty?

You watched them quietly, your gaze fixed on the way they packed their bags into Megumi’s car, preparing to leave. Toru stood a short distance away, leaning against the doorframe of the car park, his figure partially obscured by shadows. He didn’t say much, his presence more a silent vigil than anything else, as if allowing the three of you this moment.

The crisp morning air bit at your bare legs, the chill seeping through the thin fabric of your pajama pants, but you didn’t pay it much mind. Megumi and Yuji had risen early, the faint light of dawn barely cresting the horizon as they loaded the car. They had to leave now to make it to the university in the city—a long drive from the countryside where you all lived.

Yuji had explained that they usually stayed on campus, only coming home on weekends. But now, with you here, they intended to commute daily. The thought weighed heavily on you, pressing down like a stone in your chest. You hadn’t meant to disrupt their routines, hadn’t wanted to be the reason for their added inconvenience.

Your fingers fidgeted at the hem of your shirt as the words echoed in your mind. I didn’t mean to be a burden. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say them aloud. The fear of sounding ungrateful kept them trapped behind your lips. So you stayed quiet, watching as the last of their bags disappeared into the car 

 You were afraid that warmth they’d given you would start slipping away, and you would be helpless to stop it. A part of you wanted to ask them to stay, to beg them not to go. But you didn’t. You knew you couldn’t. So instead, you sank into the silence of your thoughts, clinging to the hope that maybe—just maybe—this dream they’d given you would last a little longer.

But you don’t want them to go. Not today. Not now.

You want to be with them, to feel the warmth of their presence beside you. The house would feel so big in their absence. So cold. You can already feel the emptiness starting to seep in, filling up the space between your ribs.

When Yuji looks at the hood of the car, his eyes soften, and he immediately walks back toward you. You can feel your chest tighten. His hands are warm when he pulls you into a hug, and his lips press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “We’ll be back soon, okay?” he says in his usual cheerful tone, though you can tell that there’s a little sadness hidden in the way he says it. “I found a new show that we can all watch when we get back. You’ll love it, I’m sure.”

You nod against his chest, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill. You don’t want to cry. You don’t want them to feel guilty for leaving you, even though your heart aches at the thought of being alone.

Megumi is quieter than Yuji, but you can feel his gaze on you as well. When Yuji pulls back, Megumi steps forward and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. His kiss is more restrained, but it still makes your heart flutter in that familiar way. His hand gently cups the back of your head, and he sighs, a soft, almost imperceptible sound that makes you want to stay in his arms forever. “We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

You don’t want them to go. But you know they have to.

Reluctantly, you pull away from them and watch as they climb into the car. You stand there, staring as Megumi starts the engine, and Yuji waves one last time, his smile brighter than the sun. It’s the kind of smile that makes you want to believe that everything is going to be okay. That maybe being alone won’t feel so bad if you just wait for them to return.

You wave back, but it’s not enough to stop the tears that start to well up in your eyes. You wipe them away quickly, not wanting to make them feel bad, but it doesn’t help. The house already feels too quiet, too empty. The sound of the car driving away only amplifies it.

“Come on, Bunny,” a familiar voice calls from behind you.

You turn and see Toru  standing behind you with that signature smile of his. His cerulean eyes shine in the morning light, unstuck by the black sunglasses he always wears. You hadn’t even heard him approach. You would’ve been too lost in your thoughts to notice. But now that he’s here, you feel your anxiety start to settle, just a little. He’s a presence you can’t ignore, a force that always makes you feel seen. But you notice the dark shadows under his eyes, you think that it may be because of the earlier hour, but a weight lays over his shoulders. 

“Let’s head back inside. It's cold.” he says, his voice smooth and soothing, pulling you from your quiet grief. “I know you don’t want to be alone, but I’ve got a lot to do. But I’ll come visit when I can, okay?”

You nod. Sadness takes root in your chest as he takes your hand gently in his. It’s a touch that reassures you, but a small part of you is disappointed that he hadn’t picked you up like he normally would. He leads you through the door to the car park and into the adjacent door that leads up to the Omega Wing.

Once you arrive at the Omega wing, he gives you a soft kiss on the cheek, something that feels like both a goodbye and a promise. “I’ll be back soon, I’m sure of it. Don’t come out of here on your own, okay?”

Toru had previously warned not to leave the Omega Wing without company. His words now loom over you like a chain. At first, it didn’t matter. Yuji and Megumi had always been there with you, always willing to accompany you whenever you wanted to go out in the garden or play with Megumi’s dogs.

“I understand,” you say, but the words don’t feel strong enough. You wish you could say something more, but the sadness clinging to you makes it hard to find the right words.

He leaves quickly, and you’re left standing alone at the entrance of the Omega wing. The building is quieter than usual, the soft hum of the air conditioning and distant voices making the space feel vast and empty.

You wander inside, your feet dragging a little, your eyes scanning the hallways as if looking for something familiar to latch onto.

Toji and Sukuna are stationed in the public wing of the compound today, as usual. They’re not meant to be in the Omega wing, but you know they’ll still be watching over you. Still, it’s hard to feel truly safe without anyone close by. The anxiety creeps in slowly, like an unwelcome shadow, but you try to shake it off.

You find your nest in your room, soft and clean with cushions and blankets that Yuji and Megumi prepared for you earlier. They’re filled with warmth, the scent of their clothes and familiar smells hanging in the air, and you curl up into the soft, cozy haven they made for you. It’s a small comfort, but it helps ease the tightness in your chest just a little.

You bury your face in Yuji’s shirt, breathing in his scent—his warmth. It’s not the same as having him here beside you, but it’s enough to make you feel like you’re not quite so alone. You can still feel the gentle touch of Megumi’s hand in your hair. You wrap your arms around the fabric, clutching it tightly, wishing for the presence of the two of them.

But the house is quiet.

You don’t know how much time passes before your emotions get the better of you. The sadness, the loneliness, the sense of abandonment. It all crashes over you in a wave that feels suffocating. You try to push it away, to tell yourself that it’s okay to be alone for a little while, but your thoughts keep drifting back to your past, the things you can’t forget.

You remember the cold, the cage, the feeling of being trapped in that dog kennel. You remember the fear, the helplessness, the sense of being completely powerless. It’s a part of you that you can’t shake, no matter how hard you try.

And that’s when the tears come. They fall freely, staining the fabric of Yuji’s shirt, but you don’t care. You let the grief take over, let the sobs wrack your body as you curl tighter into the blankets.

It’s all too much. Too overwhelming.

You don’t know how long you cry, but eventually, your body becomes too exhausted to keep going. The tears slow, and your mind becomes foggy. Your eyes drift shut, and soon, you fall into a deep, restless sleep, wrapped in the warmth of Yuji and Megumi’s scent, wishing for their presence to fill the emptiness that lingers inside you.

The world feels heavy when you wake, the darkness behind your eyelids still pressing against your mind. The scent of Yuji and Megumi lingers in the air around you, but it’s faint, like the last whispers of a dream that’s slipping away. You’re still curled into the blankets, the warmth of your nest clinging to you, but it feels… wrong. The stillness is too much, too quiet, too empty. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, the pulse of blood beneath your skin, but there’s nothing else. No voices, no laughter. The quiet seems to press in from all sides, and it makes your chest ache. The loneliness starts to crawl over you again, even more suffocating than before.

Your eyes flutter open, but the room is dim, the low light making everything feel unfamiliar. You blink a few times, trying to clear the haze in your mind, but it lingers. The thick smell of Yuji’s clothes, Megumi’s scent, fills your nose, but it’s not enough. They’re not here. They’re not with you. The emptiness crashes down again, like the walls are closing in.

You sit up, the room spinning slightly, and a shudder runs through you. You don’t want to be alone anymore. You don’t want to be here, in this room, by yourself. Not with all these memories creeping into your mind. You want the warmth of someone else, someone safe. You want to feel grounded again.

Your fingers instinctively clutch the bunny that Yuji got you, holding it close to your chest. It’s small and soft, a comforting weight in your hands, but it’s not enough to soothe the gnawing feeling inside you. You need someone. You need to be near them, feel their presence close to you. You need safety. You can’t stay here any longer.

You rise from your nest, your bare feet feeling the cold of the floor beneath you. You don’t even think about it. You don’t stop to question the sudden need inside you, the instinct that’s rising with the desperation in your chest. You just move, opening the door that leads outside the Omega wing, the quiet hallways stretching before you like a maze. Toru’s warnings lost to the anxious haze of your mind.

The moment you step into the hallway, the faintest scent catches your nose. It’s familiar. Strong. The smell of leather, the woods, gunpowder and something deeper, something primal, fills your senses. Your heart leaps. You follow it without thinking, the bunny tucked in your arms still pressed against your chest. The scent feels like a tether, something solid in the swirling void of your thoughts.

Your feet carry you down the hall, slow at first, as if you’re unsure whether this is the right thing to do. But the scent is stronger now, guiding you, pulling you closer. The fear starts to ebb, replaced by the need to be near whatever you were smelling.. You don’t even register where you’re going until you find yourself at the entrance of what looks like a kitchen, the soft sounds of voices spilling out into the hallway.

The source of the scent is there. Its Toji, surrounded by a few men in suits, their voices low and urgent. The conversation doesn’t matter to you. You can’t focus on it. All you can hear is the rush of blood in your ears, the thudding of your heart, and the only thing that matters is him—Toji. The scent of him is intoxicating, the pull undeniable.

You don’t know how to make the words come, but when you catch sight of him, your breath catches in your throat, and a whine tears through you before you can stop it. A desperate, pained sound that leaves your throat in a crackle of anxiety and longing. You hadn’t meant to make that noise. You hadn’t meant to make a scene, but you can’t help it. You just… need him.

The room falls silent for a moment, the men turning their heads toward you. Toji’s gaze locks onto you instantly, his sharp eyes narrowing for just a second before he’s moving. He’s there in a heartbeat, his large hand reaching out to you. His presence overwhelms you in the best way possible, like the weight of the world suddenly lifting off your shoulders. He scoops you up easily, holding you tight against him, like he’s done it a thousand times, like he’s the only one who can make it all feel okay again.

“What’s the matter?” His voice is low, rough, filled with something you can’t place. Concern, maybe. The lines of his face soften slightly as he looks down at you, his brows furrowed. “You know better than to be out of the Omega wing on your own.”

You try to stop the trembling in your hands, your chest still heaving with the sobs you can’t hold back. You bury your face against his chest, inhaling deeply. His scent is stronger here, thicker, wrapping around you like a blanket.

“I don’t want to be alone,” you cry out, the words spilling from you without thought. You don’t care about anything else right now, only the need for him, for someone, for anyone to hold you. “I’m scared.” Your voice cracks, and a sob shudders through you. “I want Megumi and Yuji…”

Toji’s grip on you tightens, pulling you closer. His hand comes up to rub soothing circles on your back, the warmth of his touch grounding you, pulling you away from the edge of the panic that’s clawing at your chest. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just holds you, as though he’s giving you the time you need to calm down.

“They’ll be back soon, kitt,” Toji murmurs softly, his voice low and steady, like the rumble of thunder. “You’re not alone. I’m right here, okay?”

You nod against him, but the tears still flow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough.

He walks you out of the kitchen and down the hall, his strides long and purposeful. The men in the kitchen don’t seem to care about you, their voices starting up again as soon as Toji moves, but you don’t care about them either. You only care about the steady presence of Toji, the warmth of his arms around you, the scent of him that surrounds you like a cocoon.

He takes you to another room, a space you’ve never been before. You think it’s his room. It smells like him—comforting, safe—and faintly like Megumi, as if he’s been here, too. All you know is that you don’t want to be anywhere else.

Toji sits on the edge of the bed, pulling you into his lap. Your stuffed bunny, forgotten at his feet. His hands are gentle but firm as he holds you, as though he’s afraid you might slip away from him. His scent is all around you, the heat of his body pressing against you, making everything else feel a little less important. A little less overwhelming.

He rubs your back again, slow and steady, soothing you like he knows exactly how to calm your racing heart. “I’ve got you. You’re alright now.” His voice rumbles in your ear, and you can feel the vibration in your chest, deep and reassuring. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You close your eyes, the tears still coming, but it feels different now. The panic is fading, the overwhelming fear of being alone slowly giving way to the comfort of Toji’s presence. His hand brushes through your hair, rubbing soothingly at your floppy ears. You feel his chin press against the top of your head, soft and warm, like a promise.

You can’t stop the sobs, but they slow, turning into soft hiccups as you melt into him. His scent, his touch, they’re enough to make the world feel smaller, less terrifying.

Soon, the tears stop coming, your sobs turning into quiet sniffles as you rest your head against his chest, curling into him, seeking his comfort. His arms are around you, holding you tight, and you feel yourself growing heavier, the weight of exhaustion settling in once again.

Toji’s warmth lulls you to sleep, the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat a lullaby that carries you into the quiet dark once again. You’re cocooned in his scent, his safety, and for now, that’s enough.

–~

Megumi slid into the driver's seat of the car, exhaustion weighing on his shoulders as he buckled up, Yuji not far behind you. The drive back to the compound felt longer than usual, the hours spent in class dragging on in a blur of lectures and assignments. He’d been trying not to think about Bunny the entire time, trying not to let the unease creeping at the edges of his mind take over.

But as they pulled into the parking lot and parked near the Omega wing, Megumi couldn’t help the flicker of worry in his chest. He glanced over at Yuji, who was already reaching for the door handle. He didn’t seem bothered, but Megumi could tell by the way his eyes darted around that he felt something was off.

The moment they entered the Omega wing, the air felt wrong—empty. Too quiet. Too still.

“Bunny?” Yuji called out, his voice echoing in the hallway as they moved from room to room. There was no answer. Megumi’s stomach dropped as he followed Yuji down the corridor, his heart beginning to pound. The familiar scent of Bunny wasn’t lingering in the air, and it felt too cold, like something had shifted while they were gone.

“She’s not in her nest…” Yuji muttered, anxiety creeping into his voice as he moved faster, searching through the rooms with a frantic pace.

Megumi’s mind raced. She couldn’t have just… wandered off. He knew how much she relied on routine, how she would’ve stayed in the Omega wing without question if she had felt safe. This wasn’t like her at all.

“Where could she be?” Megumi muttered under his breath, his throat tightening. It wasn’t like Bunny to leave the wing, especially when she knew they would be back soon.

His thoughts spun, but before he could voice another concern, Yuji’s voice broke through the chaos.

“Fushiguro!” Yuji’s tone was sharp, and Megumi’s heart skipped a beat.

He immediately turned to find Yuji heading down the hallway toward the public wing, his pace quickening. “Itadorii, wait—” But Yuji was already moving faster, almost as if he knew something Megumi didn’t. The two of them rushed through the halls, their steps echoing off the walls as they followed the trail of scent.

Megumi’s anxiety spiked with every passing second. They reached the end of the hallway and finally stopped in front of a door that was slightly ajar. There, through the gap, he could see the dim outline of a figure—one that sent a wave of confusion and discomfort washing over him.

It was Bunny.

She was curled up in Toji’s bed, her body completely relaxed, her face peaceful as she slept. Her hand was gripping Toji’s finger tightly, her small fingers curled around his, as though she couldn’t bear to let him go. The sight was… unsettling.

Yuji, who had been frantic moments ago, suddenly calmed, his shoulders slumping as he let out a relieved sigh. “She’s okay,” he murmured softly, his voice full of that familiar warmth. “She’s just asleep.”

Megumi, however, couldn’t shake the knot in his stomach. He stood frozen at the door, his eyes narrowing as he watched Bunny sleep, her breath steady, but her grip on Toji’s finger still tight. It felt wrong, like something was out of place. Megumi could see the way Toji was sitting beside her, his expression unreadable but alert. The atmosphere in the room was heavy with tension, the silence too thick.

“What happened?” Megumi finally asked, his voice cutting through the quiet. Yuji had already stepped into the room, greeting Toji and moving to kneel at by the bed with a soft smile, but Megumi stayed in the doorway, his feet rooted to the ground. He wanted to make sure everything was okay. But the unease still gnawed at him.

Toji didn’t look up immediately. He stayed still, his eyes trained on Bunny as she slept, her face soft with the calm of unconsciousness. Slowly, Toji released a heavy sigh, his finger still lightly held in Bunny’s small grip.

“She came out of the Omega wing,” Toji started, his voice gruff but not unkind. “I’m not sure what happened, but when she came over here, she was in a pretty bad state. She was crying, asking for you two.”

Megumi’s chest tightened, his worry returning full force. He exchanged a glance with Yuji, who was now gently brushing Bunny’s hair away from her face, a soft smile on his lips.

“Why would she leave the Omega wing like that?” Megumi asked, his voice barely above a whisper, though the question was heavy in the room. “She doesn’t do that on her own. She knows she’s not supposed to.”

Toji let out a low chuckle, though there was no humor in it. “Yeah, well, I’m not sure what it was, but she needed someone. Needed you.” He looked at Megumi then, his eyes slightly narrowed but not unkind. “She won’t let me go. She’s got a tight grip on me.”

Yuji leaned back slightly, his eyes soft as he watched Bunny sleep, still curled around Toji’s finger. There was a strange sense of peace in the room, though Megumi couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The way Bunny had sought out Toji—it felt like more than just a moment of comfort. It was something deeper, something that made his stomach churn with unease.

“Maybe she’s just feeling overwhelmed,” Yuji suggested, his voice calm but filled with a certain tenderness. “She’s been through a lot. Maybe she just needs time to adjust with us not always being here.”

“I know,” Megumi muttered under his breath, but it didn’t feel like enough. He was still uncertain, his mind racing with questions.

Toji didn’t say anything for a moment, but he shifted his position slightly, causing Bunny to stir in her sleep. Her grip on his finger tightened, and Megumi felt a sharp pang in his chest as he watched her, her small form vulnerable in her unconscious state.

“She’s just scared, Megumi,” Toji said, his voice quieter now. “You both weren’t here, and she wasn’t sure what to do. She came to me for comfort, and I couldn’t turn her away. She’s… she’s not used to being alone.”

Megumi swallowed, trying to push the tightness in his throat away. He nodded, though his unease still lingered.

“But she’ll be okay, yeah? I don’t want her to panic every day we aren't around.” Yuji asked softly, glancing at Megumi for reassurance.

Megumi didn’t know how to answer that. He wasn’t sure if Bunny would be okay, would she ever fully adjust like Gojo and Nanami wanted? The loneliness and fear in her actions were like a knot in his chest that wouldn’t loosen.

Toji looked at Megumi then, his expression slightly softened. “She’ll be fine, kid. She just needs you two. And maybe a little time.”

Yuji seemed to breathe easier at that, leaning over to press a soft kiss to her forehead. Megumi, however, stood at the edge of the room, his mind still restless, the knot in his stomach growing heavier.

“I just don’t get it,” Megumi muttered under his breath, but the words were lost in the quiet of the room. The answer was something he didn’t have, not yet.

For now, all they could do was wait. And watch.

And be there for her.

—~

You stir awake, your eyes fluttering open slowly, and for a moment, everything feels hazy. The soft warmth surrounding you, the familiar scent of Yuji’s skin next to yours, is enough to make your heart calm down, but it still feels like something’s missing. Your head feels a little fuzzy, your mind trying to process where you are.

You blink a few times, your eyes adjusting to the soft dim light in the room. At first, it’s hard to make sense of your surroundings, but then you realize—you’re not in your nest, not in the Omega wing anymore. You're in a bed that smells like Toji, and Yuji is somehow near. Your heartbeat picks up at the realization, and your hands instinctively tighten around Toji's finger. His large, rough digit lies in your small hand, and the gesture somehow brings a sense of comfort, like his steady presence is grounding you in the moment.

But confusion soon fills your mind. How did you get here? The last thing you remember is feeling lost, desperate for someone. You remember the panic, running out of the Omega wing in distress, the overwhelming need to be held, to not be alone. And then… Toji. His scent, his warmth, his presence—it all rushes back to you. 

The rush of panic, the fear of being alone, the soft assurance of Toji’s strong arms carrying you away, the comfort of his touch, and the familiarity of Yuji’s presence near you. A wave of gratitude washes over you. You feel safe. You’re not alone.

But then, your emotions rise too quickly, the pressure inside your chest overwhelming. Your eyes sting with the threat of more tears. You can’t stop them as they slip down your cheeks, and you quickly throw yourself toward Yuji, needing his warmth and security, desperate to feel that everything is okay again.

“Yuji,” you say, as you open your eyes. Your voice trembles as you see him kneeling on the floor before you. “I’m sorry that I left the omega wing.” Would Toru be angry with you for disobeying his order? The fact that he hadn’t come back to look for you hurts.

Your voice breaks slightly as you say it. You sit up and clutch at his shirt with your free hand,Toji’s finger still in your grasp, his thumb tracing partners on your hand. seeking the reassurance you need.  Your bunny ears flattening against your head in a gesture of distress. The soft chirp that escapes you surprises you, but it’s instinctive, a sign of affection, and Yuji responds by gently brushing your hair back, pulling you closer, reluctantly you release Toji and allow Yuji to pull you towards him.

“Don’t worry about that, Bunny.” Yuji says in a soothing voice, his hands rubbing gentle circles on your back. “No one's angry with you. I promise.”

His words are like a balm to your soul, and you can feel your body relax into his hold. Everything feels right again—safe, warm, familiar. You close your eyes, burying your face in the crook of his neck, trying to melt into the comfort he provides.

A voice interrupts the calm, a soft but firm voice that sends a jolt of recognition through you. You turn your head slightly, and there, standing at the door, is Megumi. His face is calm but tense, his usual stoic demeanor betraying the concern in his eyes. His gaze flickers over you and Yuji, then back to you, uncertainty crossing his features. The energy in the room is damp and sullen. You feel guilty.  

“Bunny,” Megumi says softly, his voice almost like a whisper, as if afraid to break the fragile peace of the moment. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

You blink, confused for a moment. Why would Megumi be sorry? 

“Don’t apologize, Gumi,” you say, sitting up slightly on the bed, Yuji’s arms still around you. “I… I didn’t mean to make you upset either.”

Your voice is quieter now, but the sincerity of your words is clear. You don’t want him to carry that burden. You reach out to him instinctively, your hand twitching as if to offer some form of reassurance. But he steps forward before you can fully reach him, his large hand gently caressing your head, his fingers brushing through your hair with tenderness.

“I just… I just want to make sure you’re okay,” Megumi says, his tone more fragile than you’re used to hearing. “I’m glad you’re alright, but I don’t like seeing you sad, Bunny. It makes me worried.”

His words make your chest feel warm, but also heavy. You don’t want to make him feel that way. Megumi’s always been so calm, so in control, but in this moment, he looks more vulnerable, and it breaks your heart. You offer him a small, encouraging smile.

“Don’t worry about me, Gumi,” you say with a soft giggle, trying to lighten the mood. “Toji was there for me. I’m okay now.”

Your smile is a little wobbly, but you hope it’s enough to reassure him. Megumi’s expression softens, though there’s still a shadow of concern in his eyes. He steps closer, one hand still resting lightly on your head.

“Well, we should head back to the Omega wing now. Toji has his duties to get back to,” Megumi says gently, though there’s a hint of reluctance in his voice. “I don’t want to keep him from his work.”

Your face heats up at the mention of Toji. Suddenly, the reality of everything sinks in. You had gone to him for comfort, and now you’re in his bed, still wrapped in his warmth and scent. You hadn’t meant for things to get like this. The embarrassment washes over you, and you feel small under their gaze. You had caused all of them to needlessly worry over you and taken Toji from his responsibilities. You quickly look down at the bed sheets, your fingers fiddling with the fabric.

“I’m sorry, Toji,” you mumble, your voice small and apologetic.

Toji’s chuckle is low, but there’s no trace of annoyance in it—only a quiet amusement. His hand gently traces a knuckle along your cheek, and you feel the warmth of his touch spread through your skin. It’s a kind gesture, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

“No worries, little Bunny,” he says with a small, reassuring smile. 

His words are casual, but they hold a tenderness that comforts you in ways you didn’t expect. You can feel the sincerity behind them, and despite the uncertainty you’re still carrying, his presence is grounding, like a steadying force that you can rely on.

Yuji stands up from the floor, lifting you carefully from the bed. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, leaning against him. The comfort of being in his arms makes your heart flutter. You’re safe now, and you’re going back to the Omega wing with them. Everything’s going to be okay.

“ Thank you,” you say, still feeling shy, your voice soft. You half hide in Yuji’s shoulders, your cocoa dusted cheeks heat up.

“No problem,” Toji replies, giving you a final nod before stepping away from the bed. 

As Yuji carries you toward the door, you can’t help but feel a pang of guilt, knowing that Toji will be going back to his duties. It’s strange—he feels like a protector to you now, and the thought of him not being near you makes you a little uneasy.

But Yuji’s steady pace, his reassuring presence, brings you back to the moment. As you look over at Megumi, you notice his tense expression again. His posture is stiffer than usual, his brows furrowed as if he’s carrying something heavy on his shoulders.

“Are you angry with me, Gumi?” you ask, your voice small, and your bunny ears flick back nervously against your head. You don’t want to upset him any further. His tension is too much to ignore.

Megumi’s head jerks up at your question, his expression surprised. His eyes widen for a moment, and then his face softens as he shakes his head.

“No, Bunny, never!” he says quickly, his voice firm but soft. He reaches out, placing his hand gently on your head, smoothing your dark curls down. “I’m just… I’m just worried about you. I don’t like seeing you sad. It makes me feel helpless.”

You smile softly at him, wanting to ease his worry. You know he only cares for you, but you don’t want him to feel burdened. You can’t help it, though—when you see him like this, it makes you want to reassure him.

“Don’t worry about me, Gumi,” you say with a bright smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Toji was there for me. I’m okay now.”

Megumi’s smile is tight, but he nods, his eyes softening just a bit. “Good,” he says, though you can still sense a lingering unease in his voice. “Just don’t scare us like that again, okay?”

You nod quickly, your bunny ears perking up at his words. “I won’t. I promise.”

As Yuji carries you back toward the Omega wing, you relax into his hold, your face pressed against his shoulder. Everything feels safe again.

“Yuji, can we watch that show you mentioned, now?”

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Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again. [Chapter 10]

Master List

TW: Torture, depictions of blood and pain.

This chapter can be skipped of you are uncomfortable.

The tented area at the far east end of the Six Eyes compound was a world apart from the main house where the Omegas lived. Here, the air carried the sharp tang of blood, the damp earth beneath reeked of sweat, and the faint metallic clang of chains echoed in the dimly lit space. Satoru’s sweet omega’s were never allowed on this portion of the property. This was Sukuna’s domain—a place where civility ended, and survival became a fleeting, cruel hope. 

Satoru leaned against a wooden post near the entrance, his posture deceptively casual. The dim, evening light filtering through the canvas cast long shadows across his figure. His sunglasses obscured sharp, calculating eyes that missed nothing, even in the dimness. He kept his silence, but his mind churned, each detail cementing the necessity of this act.

In the center of the tent, the man known as Choso—who had stolen and drugged you— hung from thick iron chains looped through the ceiling. He and his brothers were rounded up and placed in makeshift holding cells after you had given a positive ID. Now they awaited their sentencing.

Choso’s wrists were raw and bleeding where the cuffs had dug into his skin, his arms stretched taut until his toes barely grazed the dirt. His chest rose and fell with shallow, strained breaths, each one a struggle against gravity. Blood and grime streaked his face, and his damp hair clung to his forehead, adding to his disheveled, pitiful state. Sukuna had begun his work long before Satoru entered.

Sukuna prowled in slow circles around his prey, his movements deliberate and calculated. His crimson eyes gleamed with sadistic delight, and his grin revealed sharp teeth, making him look more predator than man.

“You’re wasting your time denying it,” Sukuna growled, his voice thick with menace. “We know it was you who stole our shipment of bush.”

Choso’s head lolled forward, his trembling body visibly wilting under Sukuna’s presence. “I told you,” he rasped, his voice hoarse. “We never saw or touched anything belonging to the Six Eyes.”

“Oh, please, stop lying.” Sukuna’s voice was like silk laced with venom. He circled closer, his steps slow and deliberate. “Your filthy stench was all over the boxes.” He paused, leaning in as his grin widened. “And that sweet little Omega recognized you and your brothers’ fifth.”

Choso froze, his breath hitching audibly.

Sukuna feigned shock, his tone a cruel mockery of concern. “Oh, do you remember her?”

Choso stammered, his words stumbling over one another in desperation. “She… we were sure she had died in that fire. W-we checked—”

“It was staged,” Sukuna interrupted, his tone dripping with mock disappointment. “She’s happy and healthy now.”

The words hit Choso like a blow, his body trembling against the chains.

“Now,” Sukuna said, his voice sharpening as he straightened. “Tell me what I really want to know: How did you get her? Who hired you to do it?”

“I don’t know!” Choso protested.

Sukuna’s hand shot out, retrieving a long, slender spike. He twirled it in his fingers with casual menace before driving it between Choso’s ribs with deliberate slowness.

“Let’s try that again,” Sukuna hissed, leaning in close. “Who hired you? How did you get her?”

Choso’s screams tore through the tent, raw and guttural, but Sukuna didn’t flinch. He simply retrieved another spike.

Satoru’s focus was entirely on Sukuna. There was a difference in him tonight, a shift in the way he handled his prey. Sukuna was always cruel, always unrelenting, but this—this was something else.

Sukuna’s eyes were darker. The brown eyes tinged crimson with an almost muddy hue, and his movements, while precise, carried an underlying agitation. His scent—normally sharp and spiced with danger—was practically suffocating now, its intensity like a blade pressing against Satoru’s senses.

Satoru frowned. Sukuna wasn’t just angry; he was furious, seething with a rage that went beyond the usual satisfaction he got from breaking someone. Each swing of the spike, every word spat through gritted teeth, seemed fueled by something far more personal than business.

The realization gnawed at Satoru. Sukuna had only been in your presence once, and even then, for barely an hour. Yet the effects were undeniable. Satoru had brushed off Sukuna’s earlier remarks about the Alphas being imprinted on you, but now he could see it—the way it crept into Sukuna’s actions like a poison.

Satoru’s gaze narrowed as Sukuna drove another spike into Choso, a cruel smile twisting his lips as blood spattered across his hands. There was enjoyment in it, yes, but also an edge, a desperation that didn’t belong.

“Pathetic,” Sukuna growled at Choso, his voice low and venomous. His claws dug into the man’s jaw, drawing fresh blood as Choso whimpered.

It clicked then, the connection between Sukuna’s rage and the shifts in their pack. You had left a mark on him, however small, and now that mark festered like an open wound. Sukuna’s instincts as an Alpha, heightened and muddled by your imprint, were twisting his usual cruelty into something darker, more volatile.

Satoru felt a pang of unease. If this was how Sukuna reacted after such limited exposure to you, what would happen when you were inevitably forced into closer proximity again? Sukuna was already a problem, a loose cannon they could barely control. This new dynamic only made things worse.

Six times Sukuna repeated the question, and six spikes pierced different parts of Choso’s body. Blood seeped through his torn clothing, and his cries grew hoarse, his head lolling weakly as consciousness threatened to slip away.

With a sharp slap, Sukuna sent Choso’s body swinging slightly in the chains. “You really don’t understand what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” Sukuna’s voice was sharp, his amusement barely masking his anger. “Answer me.”

Choso groaned weakly. “What does she have to do with this?” he rasped, his voice trembling.

“Everything,” Sukuna replied, his tone cold and final.

Choso’s head shook weakly. “We didn’t know anything about her,” he mumbled. “The client was anonymous. They paid in cash. We didn’t ask questions.”

Sukuna’s hand darted out, gripping Choso’s jaw with bruising force. “Don’t lie to me,” he snarled.

“I’m not!” Choso cried, his voice cracking. “We just wanted the money! We didn’t think—”

“Clearly,” Sukuna spat, his disdain cutting like a blade. “But you must have some idea where she came from. A sweet, obedient thing like her doesn’t just show up out of nowhere.”

Choso shuddered, his chains rattling faintly. “I don’t know their name,” he whispered. “All I know is they called him the ‘God of Lightning.’”

The words hung in the air like a curse. From his place at the edge of the tent, Satoru caught the flicker of recognition in Sukuna’s eyes. It was subtle—just a twitch of his lips and the faintest spark in his gaze—but Satoru knew what it meant.

“‘God of Lightning,’” Sukuna repeated, his voice low and almost amused. “So that’s who you were dealing with. No wonder you’re in this mess.”

Choso’s lips parted, confusion twisting his features, but Sukuna didn’t let him speak.

“You thought you could play with the big cats, didn’t you?” Sukuna sneered, his grin widening. “And now you’re here, dangling from my ceiling like cattle.”

Choso’s head hung low, his body sagging. “Please,” he whispered, barely audible. “I didn’t know—”

“Enough,” Sukuna snapped. His crimson eyes burned with fury. “Your actions cost you and your brothers your lives.”

Sukuna turned on his heel, striding toward the back of the tent. With a sharp motion, he yanked aside a heavy curtain, revealing the battered forms of Choso’s brothers.

Choso��s guttural cry tore through the tent. “No! No, no, no! Please—please let them go!”

“All of you,” Sukuna said coldly, “are nothing but foolish puppets. You answered my questions like obedient dogs.” His grin was cruel. “Your brothers played so nice. They practically begged me to kill them. But I couldn’t take them away from their big brother. Not yet.”

“Sukuna,” Satoru’s voice cut through the air like a knife, calm yet firm.

Sukuna turned slightly, an eyebrow raised.

“We got what we needed,” Satoru said.

His voice was steady, but his mind was a tempest. He hated these games, but they were necessary. Every life crushed beneath Sukuna’s heel was one less threat to her. He’d burn the world to keep you safe.

Satoru pushed off the post, his expression unreadable behind the blindfold. “Kill them.”

Without waiting for a response, Satoru stepped into the cool night air. Choso’s screams followed him, a haunting reminder of the depths to which they would go.

For you. Always for you.

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Someday, Somehow, Somewhere, You’ll Love Again [Chapter 9]

Master List

TW: Mentions of past abuse, mention of kidnapping, mentions of forced feeding, Panic Attack

Megumi’s thoughts often raced when he was alone, but lately, they always seemed to come back to you.

Sometimes he found himself sitting on the rooftop of the compound, watching the lively movements below. The constant hum of activity grounded him, though his mind was anything but calm. Up there, he thought about everything: life, how far he’d come, the weight of pain he carried—and now, you.

He and Yuji were the only Omegas in the Six Eyes Organization. Traditionally, Omegas in Yakuza groups were kept far from the action, relegated to tending the wounded, bearing children, and warming the beds of rutting Alphas. But Gojo had carved out a different reality for him and Yuji. They attended operations, contributed to meetings, and even had no choice but to pursue higher education.

Gojo was determined to challenge the old norms. “Omegas belong in the classroom as much as anyone else,” he’d declared. It was a privilege Megumi didn’t take lightly, but it also came with its own burdens.

The world outside the compound hadn’t changed so easily. To society at large, Omegas were delicate creatures—things to be protected, coveted, or controlled. To Prime Alphas, they were rare treasures to claim; to everyone else, an inconvenience to tolerate. Hybrids, like you, were seen as something even more fragile. Rare and exotic, you were a symbol of purity, something instinctively irresistible to Prime Alphas.

That biology—instinctual and feral—made Megumi’s stomach churn. Even within their pack, he couldn’t shake his unease. Satoru, Nanami, and Toji were exceptional at controlling their instincts, their inner beasts. But Sukuna? Sukuna reveled in the chaos his nature allowed. He was as much a danger to you as he was a necessary protector.

Gojo’s plan to integrate you with the rest of the pack felt like a gamble. While they would undoubtedly shield you from harm, Megumi worried they’d strip away your autonomy in the process. How much longer could they resist their urges to claim you fully? And what would happen if they couldn’t?

Megumi clenched his fists at the thought.

He wanted to protect you, but what could an Omega like him really do? He could only offer you so much. When the time came that you needed more—more than he could give—would you leave him behind?

His thoughts always came back to you, especially recently. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much you’d grown, how far you’d come since that day.

You’d been a trembling figure, trapped in a cage of fear and darkness, when he and Yuji found you. Tangled hair, bruised skin, wide, haunted eyes—you were a ghost of yourself.

Sometimes Megumi closed his eyes and saw it all again. The raid wasn’t supposed to be complicated. Just a mission to prove themselves. The intel didn’t mention hybrids or the horrors they’d find in that sterile, abandoned room.

But there you were, curled in a corner. And when your gaze met his, something inside Megumi broke—and healed—all at once.

You were his now.

He and Yuji had vowed to protect you, to keep you safe. And they had, for the most part. You ate more, spoke more. Your laughter, shy but beautiful, filled the compound’s halls. He should have been happy with your progress, but something gnawed at him relentlessly.

‘Is this life enough for her?’

Because the truth was, it wasn’t. You deserved so much more than the confines of this compound or the fractured affection of a broken pack. But letting you go—letting you face the world that had hurt you so deeply—was a thought he couldn’t bear.

Megumi’s frown deepened as he thought back to the conversation he and Yuji had with Satoru and Nanami the night before.

You’d already gone to bed in your nest, clutching your stuffed bunny, soft snores escaping your parted lips.

“You two are doing an excellent job,” Satoru had said, his usual playful tone absent. “But she’s too reliant on you both.”

“She needs to bond with the others,” Nanami added, arms crossed. “She needs to learn to trust more than just you two.”

Megumi’s gut reaction was to argue. Why did it matter if you trusted only him and Yuji? You were thriving with them. That should have been enough.

“She’s making progress,” Megumi said tightly. “She’s eating more, laughing more—”

“And that’s because of you two,” Satoru interrupted, leaning forward. “But if she’s going to heal, truly heal, her world has to widen. She’ll never grow past the scared, obedient Bunny she’s been programmed to be if it doesn’t.”

The memory left a bitter taste in his mouth. The idea of someone else making you smile, someone else giving you what you needed, made his chest ache.

And then there was Toji.

Megumi’s jaw tightened as he thought about the strained conversation with his father, one he wished he could forget.

“She would’ve wanted better for you,” Toji had said, his voice gruff and distant. “I’m not that better. Gojo is.”

It was the closest thing to an apology Megumi had ever gotten. The words were stiff, reluctant, but they lingered. Toji didn’t believe he was good enough to care for his own son—and in a way, Megumi agreed. But that didn’t make it hurt less.

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. You were in the Omega wing, likely with Yuji, your soft laughter drifting up through the air. You were too precious to lose, too vital to send away.

He’d lived nineteen years without you. Now, he couldn’t go a single day without your smile.

And yet…

Megumi stared at the horizon. Prime Alphas like Satoru and Toji had the power to shape the world. They could protect you in ways he and Yuji couldn’t. Despite everything Gojo gave them, Omegas like Megumi and Yuji would never be counted among the powerful.

University classes started in less than a week. Would you be okay without him? Would he be okay without you?

A dark, selfish part of him wished you’d beg him to stay. Maybe then, Satoru would let him remain by your side.

You were his family. And family wasn’t something Megumi could let go of—not ever.

–~

The sun casts a warm glow over the garden, the soft tickle of grass beneath your feet grounding you. You had insisted on venturing outside barefoot, Megumi complained and tried to coax you into wearing shoes but relented to your request.

Shiro and Kuro, Megumi’s wolf dogs, dart around you with unrestrained energy, their sleek coats gleaming under the sunlight. Shiro’s boundless enthusiasm is infectious, and Kuro’s occasional nudges at your side feel almost protective. Yuji crouches a few feet away, clapping his hands to call Shiro over. The wolf dog’s ears perk up before he bolts toward Yuji, skidding to a stop with his tail wagging.

Megumi lingers nearby, his arms crossed, but there’s a faint smile tugging at his lips. “It’s good for them to get out once in a while,” he says simply, though pride underpins his calm tone. “They have a lot of pent up energy.”

“Can we come out here with them more?,” you murmur, your hands reaching to scratch behind Kuro’s ears. He leans into your touch, his fur warm and silky under your fingers. For a moment, the melancholy you’ve carried since Toru left the omega wing yesterday eases, displaced by the comfort of simple connection.

“Of course we can,” Megumi says with a small smile. He produces a ball from his pocket, waving it to catch the dogs’ attention. Shiro and Kuro tense, their focus sharp, ears swiveling forward.

With a sharp motion, Megumi throws the ball high into the air. Shiro leaps, snatching it mid-flight with a triumphant bark. He lands gracefully, trotting back to Megumi with his tail wagging in pride. Kuro circles Shiro, nipping playfully as though challenging him for the next turn.

Laughter bubbles from your lips. “They’re so fast!”

Yuji grins, leaning toward you.. “Just wait till you see their tricks. Hey, Megumi, show her the spin thing!”

Megumi sighs but compiles, pulling a treat from his pocket. “Kuro, spin.”

Kuro executes a perfect twirl before sitting down, gazing expectantly at Megumi, who tosses him the treat. You clap your hands in delight. “Can Shiro do it too?”

“Of course,” Megumi replies, his stoicism softening under your enthusiasm. He gives Shiro the same command, and the wolf dog spins with equal precision.

Yuji laughs as Shiro transitions the spin into an excited bounce, the ball still clamped in his jaws. “He’s showing off now.”

You crouch, holding your hands out to the dogs. They run toward you, their energy wrapping around you like sunlight. Shiro nuzzles into your palms while Kuro rests his large paws on your knees. Laughter spills freely from your lips, the joy of their playfulness lifting a weight you hadn’t realized was pressing so heavily.

The peaceful moment shifts as movement catches your eye. Toru and Nanami are approaching from the far end of the garden, their strides purposeful. Toru is without his signature black shades, his usual playful demeanor is absent, replaced by a gravity that makes your heart clench. Nanami’s expression is unreadable behind his glasses, but his posture is tense, his every step deliberate.

“Bunny,” Toru calls, his voice softer than you expect but laced with an unmistakable weight. “We need you for something important.”

Your laughter fades as you take in their expressions, unease curling in your chest. Megumi steps closer to you, his brows furrowing. “What do you need her for?” he asks, his tone sharp with protective intent.

Nanami’s gaze shifts to Megumi, steady and unyielding. “This doesn’t concern you, Megumi.”

“The hell it doesn’t,” Megumi snaps, moving to stand in front of you. “If it involves her, I’m coming too.”

Toru sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Megumi, not now. This isn’t up for debate.”

“But—”

“I’ll be fine,” you interject softly, placing a hand on Megumi’s arm. His protectiveness warms you, but you don’t want to cause further tension. “Really. I’ll be okay.”

His gaze searches yours, worry shadowing his features. After a moment, he exhales sharply and nods, stepping back but lingering close.

Before you can say more, Toru moves to you in one swift motion, scooping you into his arms. You gasp softly, startled by the suddenness but comforted by the steadiness of his hold. “Let’s go,” he says, his voice low and reassuring.

As he carries you toward the house, you glance over his shoulder. Megumi’s expression is a mix of worry and frustration. Yuji offers a small, encouraging smile, though even his cheerfulness seems subdued. You shyly wave back at them.

Nanami walks beside Toru, his calm demeanor doing little to ease the nervous flutter in your chest.

You haven’t seen Nanami since the first time you met, and despite the tension, you find yourself missing the comforting steadiness of his presence. The faint scent of clover and spice that clings to him reaches you, grounding you slightly.

Your gaze shifts to Satoru, his profile illuminated by the golden afternoon light. Whatever awaits you in his study, you hope you’ll be able to face it. You hope you’ll be able to make him proud.

Satoru’s study feels colder than you expect, the elegant decor doing little to put you at ease. The polished wood shelves, lined with books and artifacts, seem to loom over you, their shadows casting strange shapes across the walls. Even Satoru’s steady presence beneath you—his arm wrapped protectively around your waist as you sit in his lap—can’t stop the unease creeping up your spine.

Nanami stands nearby, his broad shoulders impossibly still, his gaze focused on you like he’s measuring every breath you take. His scent—calm and grounding, like cedarwood and coffee—makes your heart ache with longing. You missed him, more than you realized, but his serious expression keeps you from melting into the comfort his presence offers.

Satoru shifts slightly beneath you, his chair creaking as he leans forward. “We need to talk to you about something important,” he begins, his voice gentle but uncharacteristically grave. It’s not like him to lack his usual playfulness, and it only deepens the tight knot in your stomach.

Your ears twitch nervously as you glance up at him. “What is it?” you ask softly, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

Nanami steps forward, his voice even and steady. “We believe that we have identified the individuals who took you from… ‘Master.’” He pauses for a moment, his words deliberate. “But we need your help to confirm their identities.”

The world seems to tilt for a moment, your heart pounding so loudly you can barely hear the rest of his explanation. They want you to remember. To bring the experiences you’ve buried in the deepest corners of your mind back into focus.

“I don’t want to see them,” you blurt, your voice trembling. You shake your head quickly, your hands tightening on Satoru’s shirt as panic rises in your chest. “I can’t. Please don’t make me.”

Satoru’s arms tighten around you, his thumb stroking soothing circles along your side. “Hey, Bunny, it’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice as soft as a summer breeze. You feel the shift in the air as his pheromones fill the space, warm and comforting.. “You’re safe here. I promise.”

But his words barely reach you. Anxiety buzzes beneath your skin, and no matter how much you want to believe him, the thought of those men—what had happened—makes it hard to breathe.

Nanami steps closer, his expression unyielding yet kind. “You won’t have to see them in person,” he explains calmly. “We’ve brought photographs and items with their scents. That’s all. It will be enough to confirm their identities.”

“No,” you say, your voice rising slightly. “I don’t want to. I don’t want to see anything, smell anything—I can’t!” Your words spill out in a rush, tears welling in your eyes as fear overwhelms you.

Satoru presses his forehead to yours, his voice soft but coaxing. “Bunny, listen to me. Nothing is going to happen to you. You aren’t with them anymore, you’re not in that cage anymore. You’re safe with us. This is just to help us make sure they can’t hurt you—or anyone else—ever again.”

Your chest tightens, your breathing shallow. Their words sound logical, even comforting, but the memories lurking in the shadows of your mind are screaming louder. “I said no!” you cry, the desperation in your voice startling even you.

Nanami’s expression hardens slightly as he crouches in front of you, bringing himself to eye level. His hands are firm but careful as he cups your jaw, guiding your gaze to his. His touch isn’t rough, but it’s steady—unyielding. “Bunny,” he says, his voice low and measured. “Look at me.”

You hesitate, your breathing hitching as his golden-brown eyes bore into yours. There’s no anger there, only an intense focus that demands your attention.

“I know you’re scared,” he continues, his tone softening slightly. “But this is important. If you can confirm their identities, it will strengthen the case against them. It will help ensure they can never hurt you—or anyone else—again.”

His words begin to pierce through the fog of panic, though your hands still tremble against Satoru’s chest. Nanami’s thumb brushes gently against your jaw, grounding you further. “This isn’t just about them,” he adds, his voice steady. “Once we deal with the people who took you, we’ll be one step closer to finding ‘Master.’ To make sure he can’t hurt you ever again.”

Your heart clenches painfully at the mention of ‘Master.’ The thought of him—the one who controlled every moment of your life—sends a fresh wave of fear through you. But Nanami’s eyes don’t waver. His words are grounding, pulling you back from the edge.

“You’re stronger than you think,” he says, his voice a quiet promise. “And you’re not alone. Satoru and I will be here the entire time.”

You are happy now, or at least what you assume happiness should feel like. Far removed from the memories that stole your joy. But they want you to remember? You trust them though. Satoru and Nanami have done nothing to bring you harm or discomfort. If this could stop anything from happening to you again or anything similar happening to someone like Megumi or Yuji, then you would do it. But, how you wish they were here to hold your hand.

You swallow hard, your tears spilling over as you nod shakily. “Okay,” you whisper, barely audible. “I’ll do it.”

Satoru kisses the top of your head, his voice warm with pride. “That’s my girl.”

Nanami releases your jaw, standing and retrieving a folder from the desk. He sets it down in front of you, his movements slow and deliberate. “We’ll start with the photographs,” he says. “Take your time.”

You reach for the folder, your hands trembling as Satoru gently guides you, his arms still wrapped protectively around you. The first photo stares back at you, the image of men you don’t recognize immediately. Your memories are hazy, fragmented like shards of glass. Truthfully they were careful not to allow you to see their faces when they took you from your room. But their scents you were sure you got remember. You aren’t sure how many hours or days you were locked in that cage,

“I don’t know,” you admit quietly, your voice thick with frustration and fear. “It’s hard to remember…”

“That’s okay,” Nanami reassures you, his tone patient. “We expected that.”

He sets the photos aside and opens a small box, revealing strips of cloth sealed in plastic bags.

You hesitantly open it. Instantly it hits you. The faint scent of iron and mildew seeps into the air, and your stomach churns. The scent hits you like a physical blow. Iron, dust, and something moldy—it’s suffocating, clawing its way into your lungs. Memories flash through your mind: bound and gagged. Stale food and water forced down your throat. Forcibly cleaned. The anxious voices, crackling laughs. The darkness that swallowed you whole.

Your breath hitches, and tears blur your vision. “It’s them,” you choke out, your voice barely audible. “It’s them.”

Satoru quickly removes the bag from your hands, his movements careful but swift. “That’s enough,” he says firmly, his tone laced with a protective edge. “You’ve done enough, Bunny.”

Nanami gathers the strips of cloth, his movements precise as if handling something fragile. He sets them aside and kneels again, his usually stoic expression soft with regret. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry you had to go through this.”

Tears spill down your cheeks as sobs wrack your body, the weight of the memories too much to bear. Satoru stands, cradling you in his arms like you’re something precious and fragile, and carries you to the couch across the room. He sits down, holding you close, his hand stroking your back in soothing circles.

Nanami hesitates for a moment before sitting beside you, passing soft touches across your shoulders and back, his scent a grounding presence as Satoru murmurs soft reassurances.

“You’ll never have to see them again,” Satoru vows, his voice firm but tender. “We’ll take care of everything. You’re safe now, Bunny. Always.”

Through your tears, you manage to whisper, “I don’t want to go back there.”

“You won’t,” Nanami says, his tone unyielding. “No one is taking you away ever again. We’ll make sure of it.”

The conviction in their voices, the warmth of their pheromones surrounding you, and the steady rhythm of their heartbeats finally begin to calm the storm inside you. Exhausted and overwhelmed, you let yourself lean into their embrace, trusting them to keep their promises.

You pray for the day when the harsh realities of your past become nothing but a distant memory.

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Someday, Somehow, Somewhere, You'll Love Again [Chapter 8]

Master List

TW: Mention of sexual contact, mention of physical harm/torture

Note: !!Warning going forward!! ~ we are entering dark territory. It's been implied so far, but this world is fucked up. With fuck up Moral when it comes to Omegas and what's allowed in Pack sexual practices (e.g: Yuji, Sukuna are Nephew/Uncle, Megumi, Toji are son/father - and they are all sexual active with the same girl (Bunny). Pack member regardless of relations are allowed to 'ease sexual tension with one another'. Now there won't be pure incest in this story but you get what I'm say? They are all in close sexual contact of one another. Make sure pay attention to the tags and chapter summaries. If there is something you don't like please click away!)

Megumi  didn’t think of himself as someone easily rattled. He had been raised by Satoru Gojo, after all—a man who made chaos seem like a natural state of being. Yet, over the past four weeks, you had managed to challenge that self-perception in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

Your heat was heavy and took a toll on you. You were calm now, relaxed. But, the dark circles under your eyes gave way to your exhaustion. 

With a nudge from Megumi, Satoru had agreed to call in Dr. Shoko for another home visit. The first time was hard, but you had made so much progress in the four weeks you had lived here. Megumi was sure that your check up would go smoother than last time. 

He watched you as you sat curled up on the couch in the omega wing, sandwiched protectively between him and Yuji. Your petite frame seemed even smaller as you clutched at the oversized sweater you wore, a garment that had once belonged to Satoru. The scent clinging to it was a source of comfort for you—something Megumi appreciated more than he’d admit.

Satoru paced the room, his phone in hand. His voice was casual, almost lazy, but there was a tension in his tone that made Megumi sit up a little straighter.

“Yeah, she’s here. Come straight to the front gate,” Satoru said into the phone. He ended the call and slid the device into his pocket, giving the three of you a bright smile that did nothing to alleviate Megumi’s apprehension. “Shoko’s on her way in.”

Your ears twitched, and Megumi saw the subtle shift in your posture. You went from relaxed to stiff in a matter of seconds, fingers clutching at the hem of your sweater.

Megumi exchanged a glance with Yuji, who immediately reached out to take your hand in his. “Hey,” Yuji said gently, his voice warm and soothing. “It’s okay. You remember Shoko, right? She’s nice. She didn’t hurt you last time.”

Your wide, anxious eyes flicked between them, Your tail twitching behind you. “She… was nice,” You said softly, voice barely above a whisper.

“She was,” Megumi said, keeping his tone even. He placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to offer some semblance of reassurance. “Nothing bad is going to happen.”

Your nose twitches, and a faint, distressed whine escaped your throat. Megumi felt his stomach tighten. Your pheromones had shifted, tinged with fear and unease, and he couldn’t help but wonder how many times you’d felt like this before.

“It’s okay,” Satoru said, stepping closer to kneel in front of you. He cupped your face gently, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. “Shoko’s just going to check up on you again, sweetheart. That’s all. We need to make sure you’re healing the way you should. You trust me, don’t you?”

You hesitated, eyes searching Satoru’s face. Slowly, you nodded, though the tension in her shoulders didn’t ease.

“That’s my girl,” Satoru said with a soft smile, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

Megumi felt a pang of something he couldn’t quite name as he watched you lean into Satoru’s touch. There was an undeniable protectiveness that had rooted itself deep within him.

By the time Shoko arrived, your pheromones had settled somewhat, though your body remained rigid. Satoru stood to greet Shoko at the door, exchanging a few low words with her before gesturing for her to come inside.

“Hey there, Bunny,” Shoko said, her voice as calm and unthreatening as possible. She approached slowly, her hands visible and her posture non-confrontational. “It’s just me again. Remember me?”

You nodded slightly, ears flicking back against your head.

Shoko knelt down to your level, giving a small smile. “I’m just here to make sure you’re okay, alright? Nothing scary, I promise.”

You didn’t respond, but you didn’t flinch away when Shoko reached out to take your hand.

“Good girl,” Shoko murmured, her tone soft.

Megumi watched you carefully, his jaw tight. You were still too quiet, too still. Your fear was palpable, and it made something in his chest ache.

Yuji leaned closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “We’re right here with you,” he said.

You glanced at him, then at Megumi, he gave you a small nod.

“Okay,” you whispered.

The checkup began with simple things: blood pressure, reflexes, and an inspection of your healing cuts and bruises. Shoko worked efficiently but gently, explaining each step as she went.

“You’re doing really well,” Shoko said as she ran her fingers lightly across a thin scar on your upper arm. “These are healing nicely.”

You didn’t say anything, but you didn’t pull away. Your ears twitched slightly, a subtle sign of your discomfort.

When Shoko asked about your heat, the tension in the room shifted. Satoru leaned forward slightly, his expression serious.

“How was it?” Shoko asked, addressing you directly. “Did you experience any pain or unusual symptoms?”

Your nose twitched, and you glanced nervously at Satoru before answering. “It… it hurt at first,” you said softly. “But then it didn’t.” Your hands twitched in Shoko’s soft hold. “Megumi and Yuji tried to help but I needed Toru.”

Megumi’s hand tightened into a fist at his side. Megumi and Yuji should’ve been enough to help you through your heat, but for some reason they weren’t, he wasn’t enough. They had to call Satoru in to help. 

Shoko nodded thoughtfully. “That’s not uncommon, especially for a hybrid who’s been through what you have. You needed Alpha pheromones to regulate your system.”

Satoru frowned, his gaze flicking to Shoko. “Should we be worried about her getting pregnant?”

Shoko raised an eyebrow. “I doubt it. When I ran her bloodwork last time, I noticed she had a form of contraception in her system. I meant to tell you, but… well, you know how things are around here.”

Megumi felt his jaw clench. “You forgot to mention that?” he said, his voice sharper than he intended.

Shoko shrugged, unbothered. “It slipped my mind. Anyway, it’s not permanent. I’ll prescribe something for her to take regularly, but until then, I’d recommend you all use protection.” She paused, giving Satoru a pointed look. “If you weren’t aware, hybrids—especially bunny hybrids—tend to have a high libido.”

Megumi’s face flushed, and he looked away, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.

Satoru smirked, clearly amused by Megumi’s discomfort. “Noted,” he said casually.

“And like I said in the document I sent last month. Bunny Hybrid’s don’t have ‘heats’ like regular hybrids but do have periods of heightened libido.”

The final part of the checkup was a new blood sample.

“I’ll need to draw some blood,” Shoko said, pulling out the necessary supplies.

You tensed immediately, her ears flattening against her head.

“It’s okay,” Yuji said quickly, taking your hand in both of his. “It’s just like last time. You’ll be fine, Bunny.”

You whimpered softly but didn’t pull away as Shoko prepared the needle.

“You can do this,” Megumi found himself saying, his voice low but steady. He reached out to brush a curl away from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek. “

When the needle pierced your skin, Your eyes filled with tears. You didn’t cry out, but the sight of your tears was enough to make Megumi’s chest tighten painfully.

Yuji leaned in immediately, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and eyelids. “It’s okay, Bunny,” he murmured. “You’re doing so good. You’re such a good girl.”

Satoru crouched beside Shoko, his hand resting lightly on your knee. “Almost done, sweetheart,” he said. “Just a little longer.”

When Shoko finished, Bunny sniffled quietly, her tears finally falling.

“You did amazing,” Shoko said, her voice warm. She packed up her supplies, giving you a reassuring smile. “You’re stronger than you think, you know that?”

You didn’t respond, but you leaned into Yuji’s embrace, your ears flicking hesitantly.

Satoru leaned in to press a kiss to your temple. “That’s my girl,” he said softly.

Yuji kissed your tears away, his nose brushing against yours in a playful gesture that made you giggle despite herself.

Megumi hesitated for a moment before leaning in to kiss your other temple, his touch feather-light. 

As Shoko packed up her things and prepared to leave, she addressed Satoru one last time.

“I’ll have the prescription ready soon,” she said. “Until then, be careful.”

“Got it,” Satoru said with a grin.

Shoko gave them all a final nod before leaving the omega wing, the door clicking softly behind her.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the tension from earlier slowly dissipating. You curled up between Yuji and Megumi, your breathing steady and your body relaxed.

Megumi watched you quietly, his heart aching with a mix of protectiveness and admiration. You had been through so much, yet you were still here, still trying.

He didn’t know what the future held for you—or for any of them—but he knew one thing for certain: he would do everything in his power to keep you safe and happy.

No matter what.

Shoko’s departure left behind a weight he couldn’t shake. Her casual revelation about your contraceptive implant and the scars it likely concealed churned in his thoughts. How many decisions had been made for you without your knowledge, let alone your consent?

Megumi glanced at you. You were curled up between him and Yuji, your head resting on Yuji’s shoulder. Your ears twitched occasionally, a subconscious movement that betrayed your unease. Despite the brave front you put on during the checkup, he could tell you were still shaken.

“Should we do something fun?” Yuji asked suddenly, his voice bright and hopeful. He rubbed small circles into your back, his warmth and energy as unrelenting as ever. “Something to take our minds off all the serious stuff?”

You peeked up at him, your wide eyes reflecting a mix of hesitation and curiosity. “Like what?” you whispered.

Yuji grinned. “You’ll see!”

Megumi rolled his eyes. Yuji’s enthusiasm was contagious, but it often lacked direction. Still, he wasn’t about to object if it helped you relax.

Satoru, who had been lounging in the doorway watching them with an unreadable expression, suddenly clapped his hands together. “I know just the thing,” he said. “We’re going to build the ultimate nest.”

Your ears perked up slightly, your gaze flicking to Satoru. “A nest?”

Satoru grinned, crouching down to your level. “Not just any nest. A super nest . It’s going to be cozy, and fluffy, and big enough for all of us to cuddle in. What do you think?”

A faint smile tugged at your lips, and you nodded shyly.

Megumi sighed, but there was a warmth in his chest he didn’t bother trying to suppress. “Fine,” he muttered. “But you’re not using my bedding, Gojo.”

The omega living area was quickly transformed into a sea of blankets, pillows, and soft cushions. You stayed close to Yuji and Megumi as they worked, your small hands occasionally helping to arrange the fabric. Satoru, of course, took every opportunity to be dramatic about the process.

“Yuji, more blankets! We need more !” he declared, throwing his arms wide as if they were assembling a fortress.

“We already have like twenty,” Yuji said, laughing.

“Twenty isn’t enough!” Satoru argued, tossing another blanket onto the pile with theatrical flair.

Megumi muttered under his breath as he adjusted the edges of the nest, ensuring it was secure. You watched him closely.

By the time they finished, the nest was large enough to accommodate all four of you comfortably. You hesitated at the edge, your fingers clutching the hem of your sweater as you looked at the inviting pile of softness.

“Come on,” Satoru said, holding out his hand to you. “It’s all yours.”

You reached for him hesitantly, your fingers brushing against his before you allowed yourself to be guided into the nest.

Yuji flopped down beside you with a grin, and Megumi settled in on your other side, making sure to leave enough space so that you didn’t feel crowded. Satoru joined last, pulling a blanket over all of you as he stretched out like a cat in the sun.

“Perfect,” Satoru said, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

The next few days passed in a haze of quiet comfort. Satoru stayed close, showering all three of you with affection in his own over-the-top way. He fed you snacks, played games with Yuji, and teased Megumi relentlessly, often punctuating his antics with kisses.

Yuji accepted the kisses with a laugh, you giggled shyly, but Megumi always pushed him away, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

“You wound me, Megumi,” Satoru said dramatically after another rejection, clutching his chest as if he’d been mortally injured.

“Good,” Megumi muttered, though the corners of his lips twitched despite himself.

Everything felt… normal. Or as close to normal as their lives could get. You seemed to grow more comfortable with each passing day, your smiles coming more easily and your laughter soft but genuine. You were more accepting of their affection and even gave your own kisses and hugs. Megumi’s face almost exploded at the way your soft lips pressed on the corner of his lips. 

Like Shoko had warned, you had more…sexual needs as of late. Some nights Megumi would wake up to the sounds of your needy whines and moans. You wouldn’t quiet down until Satoru fucked you into the nest - with added protection of course. Megumi shamelessly watched each time.

Then Satoru got a call.

The phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking the tranquil atmosphere. He answered it with a casual, “Gojo here,” but his tone shifted as the conversation went on. By the time he hung up, his expression was serious.

“I have to go,” Satoru said, his gaze flicking to you “Something’s come up.”

Your ears flattened instantly, and you let out a soft whimper. “You’re leaving?”

“I’ll be back soon,” Satoru said, crouching down beside you. He reached out to cup your face, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks. “Megumi and Yuji will be right here with you, okay?”

You shook her head, eyes filling with tears. “Don’t go,” You whispered, clinging to his arm. “Please don’t go.”

Satoru’s expression softened, and he pulled you into a gentle hug. “I wish I could stay, sweetheart. But I promise I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

Megumi felt his chest tighten at the sight of your distress. He hated seeing you cry, hated the way fear seemed to cling to you like a shadow.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Satoru said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and then a lingering kiss to your lips.

Reluctantly, you released him, your shoulders slumping as you watched him leave.

Yuji was the first to break the heavy silence that followed.

“Hey, Bunny,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Wanna see something cool?”

You sniffled, rubbing at your eyes. “What is it?”

Yuji grinned and pulled up a series of pictures on his phone. “These are some of my favorite places. I’m thinking we should go on a vacation when everything clears up. Look, this one’s a beach in Bali! And this one’s a snowy mountain in the West. Oh, and this one’s a park in Kyoto with cherry blossoms!”

You leaned closer, ears perking up slightly as you studied the images. “They’re so pretty,” you said softly.

“Have you ever been to any of these kinds of places?” Yuji asked, his tone light and curious.

You shook her head. “No. I’ve never seen anything like that.”

Yuji blinked. “Really? Not even once?”

“I wasn’t allowed,” You said simply. “I could see the sky from a window, but that’s all. I wasn’t allowed outside.”

The room fell silent. Megumi felt his stomach twist as your words sank in. He exchanged a glance with Yuji, who looked equally disturbed.

Your ears drooped, and you curled into yourself, taking in their pinched expressions. “Is that bad?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Am I bad?”

Megumi’s heart broke a little at the sight of your wide, tearful eyes. “No,” he said firmly, his voice steady despite the ache in his chest. He reached out to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “You’re not bad. You’ve never been bad.”

“Master said that it was too dangerous to go out.” You sniffled, trying to contain your tears. Satoru had told Megumi what you had said about Master. Megumi never hated a faceless man more. “He said that he was doing it for my own good. The garden here is the most I’ve been out doors.”

“Master was wrong,” Yuji added, leaning in to engulf you in a hug and press a kiss to your temple. “You didn’t deserve that, Bunny. None of it.”

Bunny sniffled again, her gaze flicking between them. “You sure?”

“Absolutely,” Megumi said. He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your other temple, his touch lingering on the back of your neck. “You’re good, Bunny. So good.”

Yuji rubbed his nose against yours and trailed to your neck, blowing raspberries, you giggle. “We’ll make sure you get to see all those places,” he promised. “The beach, the mountains, the parks—everything.”

Bunny’s lips curled into a small, hesitant smile as you rubbed your face under Yuji’s chin. “Really?”

“Really,” Yuji said, his grin wide and infectious.

Megumi allowed himself a small smile as well, his heart feeling a little lighter. For now, that was enough.

–~

Satoru’s study was heavy with tension, the mingling scents of clover, spice, and the faint electric tang of Sukuna saturating the air. The Prime Alpha lounged lazily in one of the leather armchairs opposite Satoru’s desk, his crimson eyes gleaming with sardonic amusement. Toji leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, his broad shoulders cutting a commanding silhouette. His green eyes were sharp, calculating, never missing a detail. Near the window, Nanami stood with his usual straight-backed posture, his gaze calm yet edged with an intensity that spoke volumes.

“I’ve identified the individuals responsible for holding Bunny in that underground facility,” Nanami began, his even voice betraying a note of restrained frustration. He handed out sheets of paper, each bearing detailed dossiers. “The ‘Blood Vultures,’ a small-time gang comprised of three brothers.”

Satoru scanned the paper in his hand. It was meticulous, as expected from Nanami—photos of the brothers, addresses, maps of their frequented locations, and even physical stats. He smirked, a flicker of pride for Nanami’s thoroughness surfacing, though he resisted the urge to pat him on the back.

The images left a bitter taste in Satoru’s mouth. The eldest brother was pale, with spiky black hair tied into pigtails, giving him a twisted, almost childlike appearance. The second brother had a flamboyant flair, his tanned skin contrasting sharply with his gaudy fashion. The youngest, alarmingly frail, looked as if a gust of wind could end him.

“They started as petty thieves,” Nanami continued, his measured tone laced with contempt, “but have since expanded into arms dealing and human trafficking. However, I suspect they were hired for this particular job. They’re too sluggish and inexperienced to have pulled off a hybrid theft on their own.”

Toji tipped his chair back, balancing it on two legs. “They were too easy to catch, too,” he added, his voice tinged with boredom. He picked at his teeth with a fingernail, his nonchalance doing little to mask his underlying disdain. “I’ve never had an extraction go that smoothly before.”

The room seemed to darken with the weight of their unspoken realization. The conspiracy was deeper than they’d anticipated. You had spoken of a man you referred to as ‘Master,’ the one who originally held you captive. Now, you’d been kidnapped again by hired men. Who had commissioned the Blood Vultures, and why?

Satoru leaned back in his chair, a faint smile tugging at his lips. This was turning into a puzzle, and he loved puzzles. “I’m guessing you all already have a plan in mind?”

Toji smirked, Sukuna’s grin widened, and Nanami grimaced.

“They’re being handed over to Sukuna for… questioning,” Nanami said, the word laced with unspoken disapproval.

“Now, don’t kill them, Sukuna,” Satoru teased, his tone light but his gaze sharp.

“Don’t worry,” Sukuna replied, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. “They’ll have a nice, long chat with me.”

Nanami’s expression tightened, the disapproval in his eyes growing. “Your methods aside, the priority is extracting accurate information.”

“Oh, spare me the lecture,” Sukuna drawled, waving a hand dismissively. “We all know what needs to be done.”

The room fell quiet for a moment, the tension shifting as Sukuna leaned forward, resting his chin on one hand. “Anything else we need to hash out, or are we done here?”

Satoru’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Actually, yes. Let’s talk about you.”

Sukuna arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. “What about me?”

“You know what you did,” Satoru snapped, his voice colder than he intended. “You shouldn’t have pushed Bunny the way you did.”

The atmosphere thickened, the weight of his words settling over the room like a storm cloud.

“I did what my instincts told me to do,” Sukuna said with a shrug, his nonchalance infuriating. “Better it happened with us around than with some stranger. And let’s not pretend you didn’t indulge in the aftermath.” His smirk deepened.

Your honeyed scent had lingered and seeped into Satoru. At first, he was happy to wear it as a badge and flaunt that he had you first. But now Sukuna’s correct accusation made him want to hide you away from everyone else.

Satoru’s jaw clenched, heat rising in his chest. Before he could retort, Toji interjected, his calm tone cutting through the tension. “He’s not wrong. You knew this was bound to happen, Satoru. Four Alphas around a Hybrid Omega? Her heat was inevitable. And honestly, you’re just pissed it wasn’t you she came to first.”

Satoru turned his glare to Toji, but the older Alpha didn’t flinch. “You involved us in this,” Toji continued, his voice low and steady. “So now, she’s not just yours—or the brats’—anymore.”

“Enough,” Nanami’s voice cut through, sharp and unyielding. “She’s not a possession. This is about her safety and well-being, not about whose scent she carries.”

“Oh, don’t be so righteous,” Sukuna retorted, his tone mocking. “You’ve imprinted on her too, haven’t you? Face it—we all have. That’s what happens with Hybrid Omegas and Alphas, especially Primes. It’s biology, whether you like it or not.”

Satoru’s fists clenched under the desk. The truth in Sukuna’s words made his stomach churn. He hated the idea that their bond with you could be reduced to something as primal as biology.

“And have you told her who you really are? What you do?” Sukuna teased. “How do you think she’ll react when she finds out that you’re barely different from the men that hurt her?”

A pregnant pause passed through the room.

“Back to the issue at hand,” Nanami redirected, his voice steady but firm. “We need Bunny’s assistance to identify these men.”

“She’s too traumatized to see them in person,” Toji interjected.

“Agreed,” Nanami replied, running a hand through his blond hair. “We’ll use photographs and strips of their clothing instead.”

Satoru’s mind flashed to the last time they’d pushed you to recall your past.Your reaction had been visceral, and the memory of it left a sour taste in his mouth. But this was necessary. They needed to know who had hurt you so they could ensure it never happened again.

“She won’t like it,” he said quietly, “but she has to do it.”

“We’ll help her through it,” Nanami assured. “Away from the others. Megumi’s too protective of her.”

Toji chuckled slowly but said nothing. Satoru eyed him for a second.

“Good,” Satoru said, forcing his thoughts back to the task. “After the positive ID, Sukuna will handle the rest.”

Sukuna’s grin widened, predatory and sharp. “Gladly.”

As the meeting ended, Satoru couldn’t shake Sukuna’s and Toji’s words. The thought of you learning the truth about him—about all of them—left a knot of unease in his chest. He buried the feeling, focusing on the promise he’d made to protect you at all costs.

He just hoped you’d still look at him the same way when the truth inevitably came out.

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Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again. [Chapter 7]

Master list

Trigger Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content | Yuji x Bunny X Megumi & Bunny x Satoru

As Megumi traced abstract shapes down your arms with his fingers, while peppering cool kisses along your jawline, you felt overwhelmed with new sensations. Yuji's hand explored your body, rubbing the pads of his fingers into your skin as he trailed them up your shirt. Your head spun with the onslaught of pleasure.

"Can I take this off?" Yuji asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You couldn't find the words to answer, so you simply nodded your head in agreement.

Yuji slipped your shirt over your head, leaving you bare. Your nipples peaked in the cool air, and Megumi's hand continued to explore your front, his palms covering your breasts and his fingers lightly brushing against your sensitive nipples. You couldn't help but mewl and arch into his touch, your body begging for more.

Megumi's eyes darkened with desire as he watched your reaction. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as his fingers continued to tease your nipples. You moaned into his mouth, your body on fire with need.

"You're so beautiful," Yuji whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to taste you."

Yuji crawled between your legs, using his arms to gently guide your thighs open. The cool air met your hot and wet cunt, and you could feel yourself dripping onto the bed.

You gasped into Megumi's mouth as Yuji licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit. He smacked his lips together with a grin. "So good," he said, his voice low and husky.

As Yuji continued to lick and suck at your clit, Megumi's fingers tweaked and pinched your nipples. You felt like you were going to explode with pleasure, your body trembling with desire.

Megumi nipped at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "Do you like that, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and husky with desire.

"Yes!" you nearly screamed from the pleasure of it all. "More, more, give me more!"

Megumi chuckled, but he obliged nonetheless. As Yuji inserted a finger into your dripping heat, thrusting and curling it to hit that spot inside of you that made your head spin. The two of them worked you into a frenzy, their touches driving you wild with pleasure.

With a sharp pinch to your nipple, you shattered, your orgasm rippling through your body like a tidal wave. Megumi and Yuji didn't let up, their fingers continuing to stroke and tease you until you were completely spent.

But the heat was still deep in your belly. You writhed and cried, rolling your hips onto Yuji’s still finger. "Shh," Megumi cooed in your ear. "We'll give you more."

Yuji inserted another finger and licked and sucked with a fervor. It felt divine, but you needed something else. Your mouth watered. Both Megumi and Yuji still had their clothes on. You felt bare and you needed their skin on yours.

"Take it off," you demanded, tugging on Megumi's shirt. You shot a pleading look at Yuji. They both stripped off their shirts and bottoms.

Megumi's body was toned with a thin waist that tapered into his hips. Yuji had more muscle mass, hard and strong. They were both hard and dripping.

Your nose pressed into Megumi's chest. "You smell so good 'gumi," you murmured, your hands trailing down to his thighs. Goosebumps blossomed on his skin. "I want to taste you too."

Megumi hesitated but guided your hand to his member. You slowly pumped it, and he hissed through his teeth.

Yuji held you by the hips and flipped you over. Your ass is in the air, giving full access to Yuji while your face, lined up with Megumi's cock. You wasted no time, taking him into your mouth. He moaned and held your curls out of your face. Yuji inserted his fingers once again, adding a third.

You moaned around Megumi's cock in your mouth. You felt something poke at your entrance. You look back at Yuji, his face flushed and a desperate look on his face.

"Bunny, can I put it in?" Yuji asked.

"Please Yuji!" you begged.

Yuji bottomed out in one thrust. You stretch around his dick. A punch of air leaves your lungs. He started at a slow, deep pace and that turned into firm grounding pumps. The sound of your bodies coming together, wet and raw makes a  wet ‘pap pap’ sound echo around the room. The three of you are a mess of moans, sweat and sweet slick.

You sucked Megumi’s dick until he trembled and came on your tongue, Yuji painted your insides a creamy white.

The three of you continued multiple times - Fingers and mouths on your tits and clit while Yuji fucked you to completion - taking breaks between waves of overwhelming need in order to sleep, drink water and eat whatever food was available.

By the second day, your mind was a bit more clear but your aching need burned as hot as ever. As omegas, Yuji and Megumi could only satisfy so much for you. While their scents comforted you and their cocks brought you peak after peak, your body still craved more. Needed more. Needed that piecing link that would tie everything together.  

How much longer could you stay like this? Suffering through waves of pain and desperation, your body swaying between awake and restless sleep. You needed release, but your experience showed that what came with that was only pain.

As you lay next to Yuji, who is fast asleep, Megumi feeds you watermelon. The sweet juice runs down your chin, and you cannot help but suck the rest off his fingers. Your desire for him grows stronger, and you find yourself craving the sweet nectar of his essence once more.

The nest was quiet. You were tucked between Megumi and Yuji, their steady scents—cedarwood and vanilla—doing their best to ground you as the fire inside your body burned relentlessly.

They had helped you as much as they could, their hands soothing, their voices gentle, their presence steady. But no matter how much they tried, the ache deep in your belly wouldn’t go away. It twisted and burned, a need that felt insatiable, clawing at you from the inside.

Your mind screamed for an Alpha.

But every time the thought came, so did the memories. The sharp sting of electric blue, invasive and biting, filling your nose and tongue. The scent of black pepper, acrid and suffocating. The way it had stolen your breath, stolen your voice, left you raw and terrified.

You curled tighter into yourself, a soft whimper escaping your lips as you clutched the blankets around you. Megumi had to bring over his spare blankets - all of yours were either laying on the floor, covered in drying cum or in the laundry load.

 Megumi’s hand brushed lightly over your hair, his cedar scent steady and calm, but it wasn’t enough.

“It’s almost over,” he murmured softly. 

Yuji, now awake, was close, his hand warm against your stomach, tracing soothing circles.

You moaned faintly, but the fire in your belly didn’t ease. It burned hotter, deeper, until it felt like it might consume you.

A new scent caught your nose, faint but potent. Your ears twitched, and your tail flicked slightly as you turned your head toward the pile of blankets around you. A beige blanket was draped over your legs.

It wasn’t your scent or Megumi’s or Yuji’s. It was something else—something sandalwood and ozone, crisp and bright, like the first crack of thunder in a summer storm.

Satoru.

You reached for the blanket without thinking, your fingers clutching the soft fabric as you pulled it to your face. The scent was stronger now, filling your senses and wrapping around you like a lightning-charged cloud.

You inhaled deeply, your body stilling as the scent triggered something inside you. The memories came quickly:

The way his arms flexed when he had scooped you up, his strength effortless yet careful. The warmth of his hand brushing over your head. The way his lips had pressed against yours in the garden, soft and warm, leaving you breathless. The safety and comfort he brought to you on your first day here.

“Toru,” you whispered, barely as loud as a breath, your voice trembling as the fire in your belly flared higher.

Megumi and Yuji shifted beside you, their scents flickering with concern.

“Bunny?” Yuji asked gently, his hand brushing over your ribs. “What is it?”

“Want Toru,” you muttered louder, clutching the blanket tighter against your chest. “Want Toru.”

Megumi froze, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced at the blanket in your hands. “That’s... Gojo scented that for me,” he said quietly, realization dawning in his voice.

Yuji’s scent shifted, warmer and heavier as he exchanged a glance with Megumi. “She…wants him,” Yuji said softly. “But she said she didn’t want an Alpha.”

“Bunny,” Megumi murmured, his tone steady but cautious as he cups your cheek. “Are you sure?”

You nodded desperately, your ears flattening against your head as a soft whine escaped your throat. “Need Toru,” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes as the fire inside you burned hotter, making you tremble.

Yuji’s hand rested lightly on your shoulder, his voice warm and reassuring. “Okay, Bunny. We’ll get him.”

Megumi hesitated, his cedar scent spiking with unease, but Yuji’s firm gaze softened his resistance. “She needs him, Fushiguro,” Yuji said quietly. “She should’ve been better by now.”

Megumi exhaled slowly, his hand brushing gently over your hair. “We’ll call him,” he said softly. “Just hold on a little longer.”

The fire inside you felt unbearable, but their steady presence and the promise of relief helped ease the panic rising in your chest. You clutched the blanket tighter, inhaling Satoru’s scent as you waited, hoping he would come and make the ache go away.

Yuji continued to rub at your front, planting kisses along your exposed shoulder. “He’ll be here soon,” he said, his voice warm and reassuring. “Just breathe, okay?”

You tried to focus on their words, their presence, but the ache in your belly only grew stronger, making you curl tighter around the blanket in your arms.

Then, the door opened, and his scent filled the room, your mouth watered and your cunt gushed.

Your head snapped up as Satoru stepped inside, his sharp blue eyes softening the moment they landed on you.

“There’s my Bunny,” he said, his voice light but full of warmth as he crossed the room. Your ears switched.

“Toru,” you whimpered, your hands clutching the blanket tighter.

Satoru crouched beside your nest, his tall frame folding with ease as he reached out to you. “I’m here, Bunny,” he murmured, his tone soothing. “Poor little thing. You’ve had such a rough time, haven’t you?”

You reached for him, your hands trembling as he leaned in and pulled you into his arms. The moment his warmth surrounded you, the fire inside you seemed to ease, just a little. You frantically pulled at his clothing, wanting them off, needing them off. You needed to feel his skin drag against your own. 

He obliged, stripping his shirt and bottoms off with practiced ease. You got a glimpse of his cock. A darker tone than the rest of his body but much longer and thicker than Yuji’s. A plush mushroom tip that dripped with pre-cum that smelt like the sweetest nectar. At the base of his cock was his flesh knot. You clinched your thighs at the sight of it.

Satoru settled into the nest, his long legs folding as he cradled you against his chest. His member pressed against your thighs. “Aww, my poor Bunny,” he cooed, his hand stroking gently over your back. “Sukuna was so mean to do that to you, wasn’t he? But don’t worry. I’m here now.”

Your face pressed into his chest, his scent wrapping around you like a protective cocoon. “Toru,” you whimpered again, your tears soaking into his shirt. “I need you.”

“I’m here,” he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against the top of your head. “Toru’s here to make it all better. Just relax, Bunny.”

His hand moved in slow, soothing circles over your back, and the tension in your body began to ease, the fire in your belly dimming slightly.

Satoru glanced over at Yuji and Megumi, his sharp eyes softening as he reached out to them. “You two did such a good job taking care of her,” he said, his voice filled with genuine praise. His hand brushed over Yuji’s hair, ruffling it affectionately before moving to Megumi, his fingers gently caressing his cheek.

Megumi tensed slightly under the touch but didn’t pull away, his sharp eyes flicking to yours before returning to Satoru.

“We wanted to make her feel better,” Yuji said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. 

“And you did,” Satoru said warmly, his hand resting briefly on Yuji’s shoulder. “You’re both such good boys.”

Your ears twitched faintly at his words, and you shifted closer to him, your face pressing against the crook of his neck. Your hips bucked against his member. “Need you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. You open your thighs slightly and his cock slips in between them. You shifted your hips back and forth as you grind your clit down on him - chasing your own release.

Satoru’s arms tightened around you, his scent flaring slightly as he murmured, “Toru’s got you. Take all that you need.”

His voice was a balm to your frayed nerves.

Satoru gently grips your hips and thrusts forward between your thighs. Your mouth hangs open from the pleasure. “That’s it pretty girl” Satoru moaned, 

Megumi and Yuji rest beside you, taking in your pleaser stricken form.

Satoru picks up speed, a knot forms in your belly threatening to snap. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” Satoru asks. 

“Yes!” You scream out.

After two more pumps of his hips, Satoru pulls away. You whine at the loss of contact and claw at his shoulders.

“Patience little bunny,” He smiles. “I’ll give you what you want.”

He guides you on your back, moves your limbs around so that he’s caged in by your legs. 

“Yuji and Megumi did such a good job preparing you for me.” He grasps his cock in one hand, the other cups under your right knee, pressing it to your chest. “I should slide nice and easy. Let me know if it hurts.”

Satoru pressed into you, inch by sweet inch. Stretching you further than Yuji had. Pleasure burns at your core and you cry out. 

“So good.” Your voice bubbles over. “Want more Toru!”

Satoru bottoms out and thrusts into your open heat.

“Look at it.” Satoru uses his hands to bend your head and makes you look at his cock sparing you open, his growing knot slipping in and out. “Who’s making you feel this good?”

“You are!” You screamed. Unashamed of Yuji and Megumi hearing you.

He continues his fast and deep pace. “Who do you belong to?”

“To you!” You answer. The knot in your stomach gets tighter. “To Alpha Toru.”

“That’s right.” He laughs, sweat beading on his forehead. “The other Alpha’s might get a taste of you but you’ll always be Toru’s first!”

Satoru picks you up in his arms, hocking your legs over his strong forearms. He sits back on hs knees and fucks up into you with feral abandon. 

You wrap your arms around his neck.

Hot pleasure spreads through your body as the knot in your stomach snaps. Your body thrashes from the power of your orgasm but Satoru’s strong arms keep you in place as he fucks you through it.

“What a good girl, coming all over your Alpha's cock.”

He whispers in your ear, his hips continue to thrust into you. “Do you want my knot?”

His sultry voice makes her cunt spasm around him. A thick instinctual  haze clouds over your eyes.

 “Alpha, give me your knot.” You continue to babble. Anything to give you want you want, to give you what your body has been craving these past two days. All fear and reservation fly out the door. “Cum in me please Toru!” You say. “I’ll be a good girl, just please knot me.’ You’re not even sure what you’re saying anymore, overcome by an all-consuming need to be bred open and deep. 

“Toru will give you what you want.” He thrusts as his swelling knot starts to catch on your entrance.

He kisses you, a searing movement of his lips that takes your breath away. His tongue moves against your as his hips meets yours in two powerful thrusts. His knot catches, the pressure of it pulls another orgasm from your spent body. 

“Such a good girl.” He kisses along your jaw and cheeks and brushes away curls that fall over your face. “You did so good for me.” He places another kiss on your lips. “How do you feel?”

Still connected by his knot that continues to pump strings of cum into your womb, he moves to lay on his side with you tucked under his chin. 

“Tired.” You muttered. Your eyes threaten to close. 

He chuckles, the vibrations rocking into your body. “I’m sure you are. Get some rest, Bunny.”

When the next and final wave of heat hits you, he fucks you again, this time you have a clear view of the cum and slick that covers Yuji and Megumi’s thighs.

–~ 

The bathroom was warm, the scent of lavender and chamomile rising softly from the steaming bathwater. Satoru adjusted the temperature one last time before turning back to you, his sharp blue eyes softening as he took in your exhausted form. You sat on the closed toilet seat, your shoulders slumped and your ears drooping, the aftermath of your heat leaving you fragile and worn.

Megumi and Yuji were in your room, tending to your nest. They’d done a good job taking care of you, but now it was his turn.

“Come on, Bunny,” he murmured, his voice low and coaxing you to climb into the tub. His hands were gentle as they reached for yours, pulling you to your feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You let him guide you, your body pliant and your head nodding faintly. He climbed in after you, settling with you between his parted legs, your back to his front. Your head lulled into his chest. You were so small. Standing, your head barely cleared the middle of his chest. He could never understand how someone could hurt someone as innocent and pure as you.

Satoru’s touch was careful as he washed the residue of your heat off your skin, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin. He noted the way your tail and ears twitched faintly, at the sound of the dripping water.

You settled into the warmth of it all with a soft sigh, your muscles relaxing slightly as the soothing heat enveloped you. 

The air was quiet except for the soft sound of water and your slow, even breaths. Satoru worked carefully, his hands steady as he ran the cloth over your arms, your back, your shoulders.

“You should’ve called for me earlier,” he said after a moment, his tone light but edged with something more serious. “Why didn’t you?”

You hesitated, as your fingers toyed with the bubbles floating on the surface. He couldn’t see your face at this angle. It took you a long moment to answer, your exhaustion making your words slow and hesitant.

“Were you afraid?” Satoru prompted gently, his sharp gaze watching you closely.

You nodded faintly, your ears flattening against your head.

Satoru’s hand paused, the washcloth stilling against your arm. “Have I hurt you, Bunny?” he asked softly, his voice low and steady. “Have I ever given you a reason to be afraid of me?”

Your shoulders trembled, and a soft sob escaped your lips. “No,” you whispered, your voice cracking.

Satoru set the washcloth aside and turned you into his embrace, he looked into your shadowed eyes, his hand brushing over your damp hair in slow, soothing strokes. “I would never hurt you, Bunny,” he murmured, his voice warm and steady. “You know that, don’t you?”

You sniffled, nodding slightly. “But... it always hurts with Master,” you said, your voice so quiet he almost missed it. 

You refused to meet his gaze but traced the falling droplets of water on his pale chest.

Satoru froze, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as interest flared in his chest. “Master?” he asked, his tone calm despite the tension in his shoulders. “Who is Master? Does he have another name?”

You shook your head slowly, your voice faint as you replied, “Master is just Master.”

Satoru’s jaw tightened, though his hand stayed gentle against your hair and back. “Were you with Master before those people took you?”

You pause for a breath and then nodded again. “Before Megumi and Yuji found me,” you said, your voice trembling.

“What does Master look like?” Satoru asked carefully, his tone light, as if the answer didn’t make his stomach twist with unease.

You yawned, your eyes growing heavy with exhaustion as you placed your head on his chest. He was sure you could hear his raging heartbeat. “He had blue hair,” you mumbled, your words slurring slightly as your body sagged further into the warmth of the water and his skin.

Satoru exhaled slowly, tightening you in his hold while other his hand brushed over your hair again as he let the information settle in his mind

“It would never hurt with me, Bunny,” he said softly, his voice firm but warm. “Not ever.”

You finally met his gaze and blinked up at him, your eyes hazy but  trusting.

Satoru leaned closer, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb brushed lightly against your skin. “I know I can only say so much,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “So let me show you, little Bunny.” he kissed you deep, with gentle longing and passion.

He manipulated his scent to wrap around you like a cocoon, steady and grounding, filling the room with a calm warmth. The fire in your belly was gone now, replaced by the steady rhythm of his care.

He takes you one last time in the bathtub. As your moans echoed, he vowed to do whatever he can, kiss all your cuts, wounds and bad memories away. He’ll burn all of Japan down if it means finding who hurt you and finally bringing you peace.

[meruemhq]

Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again. [Chapter 6]

Master List

Trigger Warning: Sukuna.

The morning air was cool and fresh as you walked between Megumi and Yuji, their steady presence flanking you as they led you through the compound. The Omega wing felt far behind now, and the farther you went, the sharper the scents around you became—earthy, musky, and alive. You wore a loose sleeveless light green smock dress and sandals, the warm summer breeze and sun felt nice against your arms.

“Where are we going?” you asked softly, your voice just above a whisper.

Yuji grinned, his warm vanilla scent curling protectively around you. “You’ll see,” he said cheerfully.

Megumi glanced over his shoulder, his hands tucked into his pockets. “Not much of a surprise if she can smell it already,” he muttered, though his tone was mild.

Your nose twitched, catching the faint scent of animals on the breeze. It was a mixture of fur, hay, and earth—strange but not unpleasant.

When you rounded the corner, the kennels came into view. They were large and sturdy, a long structure made of wood and steel, with rows of spacious enclosures lining either side. Sunlight streamed through slats in the roof, casting warm patterns on the ground, and the faint sound of soft growls and quiet barks reached your ears.

“This is the kennel,” Megumi explained as you approached. “It’s where we keep the hunting dogs.”

You stayed close to Yuji as you stepped inside, your ears flicking nervously at the unfamiliar sounds. The air inside was rich with scent—earthy and musky, with a hint of hay. Some of the dogs stirred as they noticed you, curious eyes tracking your movements. A few padded closer to the edges of their enclosures, their tails wagging hesitantly.

“These are hunting dogs,” Megumi said as he led the way deeper into the structure. “But I don’t train all of them. Just two of them are mine.”

“Just two?” you asked softly, tilting your head.

Megumi stopped in front of an enclosure at the far end of the kennel. Your nose twitched as a sharper scent hit you—distinct and wild, but with a hint of familiarity.

Inside the enclosure, two large dogs stood, their movements fluid and purposeful as they approached the fence.

“This is Shiro,” Megumi said, crouching down and gesturing to the white wolf dog with piercing blue eyes.

“And this is Kuro,” he added, nodding to the black one beside her. Kuro’s fur was dark as midnight, his golden eyes glowing with quiet intensity.

You froze, your ears drooping nervously as the two dogs studied you.

“They’re big,” you murmured softly, your voice tinged with awe and caution.

Megumi’s lips twitched faintly. “They’re wolf dogs,” he explained, reaching through the bars to scratch behind Shiro’s ears. “Strong and loyal.”

Yuji crouched beside him, his grin bright and reassuring. “Don’t worry, Bunny,” he said gently. “They’re sweet. Megumi raised them himself.”

“Raised?” you repeated, your ears twitching at the unfamiliar word.

Megumi’s hand paused briefly on Shiro’s fur, his gaze softening. “I found them when they were pups,” he said quietly. “They were abandoned—no mother, no pack. Just the two of them.”

Your chest tightened at his words. Your gaze shifted to the dogs, their bright eyes watching you with curiosity and calm. “Like me?” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Megumi froze.

Yuji’s hand stilled against Kuro’s fur, his grin vanishing as his scent flickered with sadness.

“What?” Yuji asked, his voice quieter now, his brows furrowed as he turned to look at you.

You shifted uncomfortably, your fingers curling into the hem of your dress. “You found them,” you murmured, your ears pressing close to your head. “Took care of them. Like me.”

Megumi stood slowly, his sharp eyes fixed on you with a look you couldn’t quite decipher. “Bunny,” he said softly, his voice gentler than usual. “That’s not the same.”

Yuji moved closer, his hand brushing lightly against your arm. “You’re not like them,” he said, his tone steady but thick with emotion. “You’re not abandoned. You’re not alone.”

Your ears twitched slightly at his words, but your arms wrapped around your middle. “They didn’t have anyone,” you murmured, your voice trembling.

“And now they do,” Megumi said, crouching in front of you. “Just like you.” His gaze was serious but warm, his scent steady as it wrapped around you. “We chose to bring you here, Bunny. We wanted you here.”

Yuji crouched beside him, his scent a soothing balm against the tightness in your chest. “You’re part of our pack,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “You’ll never be abandoned again. Ever.”

Your nose twitched, your gaze flicking between them. Their words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning, and slowly, the knot in your chest began to loosen.

“Okay,” you whispered, the word trembling slightly but genuine.

Yuji’s smile returned, soft and full of relief. He brushed his knuckles gently against your cheek. “That’s better.”

Megumi’s shoulders eased, and his expression softened further. “You’re safe, Bunny,” he said quietly. “You’ll always be safe with us.”

Your chest felt lighter, the weight of their words settled into a warm, steady rhythm alongside their scents. Slowly, you turned back to the enclosure, where Shiro and Kuro were still watching you patiently.

“They’re waiting?” you asked softly, your voice tinged with curiosity.

Megumi gave a small nod, his tone lightening. “They’re friendly,” he said simply. “You can pet them if you want.”

You hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to the fence, your hands trembling slightly as you reached out. Shiro moved first, her wet nose brushing against your fingers before she nuzzled into your palm.

“Soft,” you murmured, your voice tinged with quiet wonder.

Kuro padded closer, his golden eyes calm and steady as he sniffed at your hand. His fur was thicker and coarser, but the warmth beneath it was comforting.

“They like you,” Yuji said brightly, his grin widening again.

Megumi stayed quiet, his expression unreadable but his scent steady and warm. “They know you’re part of the pack,” he said simply.

You glanced back at him, your ears flicking faintly as the word echoed in your mind.

“Pack,” you repeated softly, the word settling into your chest like a small, steady flame of warmth and hope.

The section of the kennels closest to the garden was quiet, the soft rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds creating a peaceful backdrop. You sat on the grass with Megumi and Yuji, their scents blending into a familiar, soothing presence.

Megumi was watching his wolf dogs run and play near the edge of the clearing, his focus sharp as always, while Yuji leaned back, his hands propping him up as he grinned at you. “You’re getting more comfortable, huh?” Yuji said, his warm voice filling the space.

You nodded, your ears twitching slightly. “Better,” you murmured softly, the word still feeling new and unfamiliar on your tongue.

Before either of them could respond, another presence entered the garden. The sharp tang of sandalwood and ozone hit you first, followed by a voice you immediately recognized.

“Look at my little omegas,” Satoru called out, his tone light and teasing. He was wearing black, round sunglasses along with his usual business attire. 

Your ears flicked toward the sound, and you turned to see him strolling toward you, his tall frame and easy confidence making him seem even larger against the open sky. He smiled, his glasses catching the sunlight as he looked between the three of you.

“Boys,” Satoru said, stopping a few paces away. “I need to borrow Bunny for a bit. Go find something else to do for a while.”

Megumi frowned slightly, his brows drawing together, but he didn’t argue. Yuji looked like he wanted to protest, but a quick glance from Satoru made him think better of it.

“We won’t go far,” Megumi said, his voice reluctant as he stood.

Yuji followed, giving you an encouraging smile before the two of them walked off toward another part of the garden, leaving you alone with Satoru.

The Prime Alpha crouched in front of you, his long arms reaching out to scoop you up with ease. You let out a small squeak as he lifted you effortlessly, cradling you against his chest as he stood.

“You’ve got them wrapped around your little finger,” Satoru said with a grin, his tone teasing. “Look at you, making Omegas imprint on you like it’s nothing.”

You blinked up at him, unsure how to respond, but the warmth of his scent and the playful lilt in his voice made your tail twitch faintly.

Satoru carried you across the garden, his long strides taking you to a familiar spot: the white-painted gazebo nestled among the flowering bushes. It was the same place where Megumi and Yuji often brought you to sit on your first day here, the soft scent of jasmine lingering in the air.

Satoru sat down on one of the benches, pulling you into his lap without hesitation. His arms wrapped around you loosely, his large hands warm against your back.

“So, little Bunny,” he began, his tone light but curious, “how are you settling in?”

You hesitated for a moment, your ears flattening slightly before you answered. “Good,” you said softly, the word simple but genuine.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, leaning his chin on top of your head for a moment before pulling back to look at you. “Do the boys treat you well?”

You nodded quickly. “Yes. Nice.”

“Good boys,” he mused with a grin. “They’re hopelessly smitten, you know. They’d do anything for you.”

Satoru carried an air of authority that was difficult to miss. You’ve seen how omegas like Megumi and Yuji and even alphas like Nanami listen to his every word.

You tilted your head at him, your nose twitching. “You...” you said, the words coming slowly. “Everyone listens to you.”

Satoru chuckled, the sound low and amused. “You noticed, huh?” He reached up to flick one of your ears playfully.

“Why?” you asked, curiosity flickering in your wide eyes.

“Well,” he began, his voice taking on a singsong tone, “I’m kind of a big deal. I run this whole place. Everyone here works for me. Think of it like a really big family where I’m the one who keeps everyone safe and happy.”

You tilted your head again, your ears flicking slightly as you processed his words.

Satoru leaned back slightly, one arm still wrapped around you as he rested his other hand on the bench. “Toji and Sukuna, though, the two Prime Alphas that are coming to protect you—they’re special. Toji handles... Well, let’s call it ‘dirty work.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, likes to break things—and people. But they’re good at what they do, and they’re here to keep you safe too.”

Your nose twitched as you tried to take it all in.

“Don’t worry,” he added quickly, his tone softening. “No one’s going to hurt you here. Not while I’m around.”

His words settled something deep inside you, a knot of tension you hadn’t realized was there easing as his scent wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

You shifted slightly, leaning your head against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the warmth of his body made you naturally relax into him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand coming up to rub gently over your ears.

A soft purr rumbled in your chest, and you felt him smile against the top of your head. He tilted your face up slightly with one hand, his blue eyes sparkling as he rubbed his nose against yours.

The touch made you blink in surprise, but when he did it again, the gentle motion coaxed a laugh from you.

“There it is,” he said softly, his tone filled with something warm and pleasing.

Before you could process the moment fully, Satoru leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips.

Your eyes widened, your body freezing for a heartbeat before the warmth of the kiss melted the hesitation in your chest. His lips were soft, warm, and his scent—sharp and grounding—made the moment feel oddly safe.

When he pulled back, his gaze was gentle, his hand cupping your cheek lightly. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You blinked at him, your heart fluttering in your chest. Slowly, you shook your head.

Satoru grinned, pulling you into a firm hug. His hand stroked your back gently as he held you close for a moment before setting you back on your feet.

“I’ve got to go,” he said, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “But you can come find me whenever you want, alright?”

You nodded, still processing everything, but the warmth of his words lingered in your chest.

As he turned to leave, his hand lightly tapped your butt. The sudden motion made you squeak, your face heating up as your ears jumped in surprise.

Satoru glanced back with a mischievous grin. “See you later, Bunny.”

You watched him disappear into the garden, your heart still fluttering as you touched your warm cheek.

The walk back through the garden felt longer than before, Satoru’s scent lingering faintly around you, sharp and comforting. Your cheeks still felt warm, the weight of his earlier kiss making your mind spin in a way you didn’t quite understand.

You followed the familiar sound of Megumi and Yuji’s voices, their scents growing stronger as you neared the kennel, where they had returned. Megumi’s calm cedar and Yuji’s warm spice mixed in the air, steady and grounding.

When you stepped into view, they both looked up immediately.

“There you are,” Yuji said, his tone brighter than usual, though there was an undercurrent you couldn’t quite place. He stood quickly, closing the distance between you in a few strides.

Megumi stayed seated on the edge of a low stone bench, his arms crossed as his sharp eyes flicked over you. “What did he want?” he asked, his voice neutral, but his ears twitched slightly, betraying his irritation.

“Satoru?” you asked softly, tilting your head.

“Yeah,” Yuji said, his eyes narrowing just a little. “What did he say to you?”

You hesitated, your ears flicking nervously as you tried to think of how to explain. “He talked,” you said slowly, the words coming out haltingly. “About... what he does. What Toji does. Sukuna too.”

Yuji huffed, his expression shifting into something you hadn’t seen from him before—something close to a pout. “Did he have to take you away just to talk about that?”

Megumi’s gaze sharpened slightly, his scent spiking with something faintly sour. “He always does this,” he muttered, his tone low.

Your nose twitched as you looked between the two of them. They were confusing you.

“He said... come find him,” you added softly, unsure if it would help or worsen their mood.

“That sounds exactly like him,” Megumi said, his voice clipped.

Yuji’s brow furrowed, and he crouched down in front of you, his warm scent wrapping around you like a protective cocoon. “Bunny, if you ever feel like he’s being too much, you can tell us, okay?”

Your ears flicked again, catching the faint edge in his tone. “He’s... nice,” you said softly, the words feeling strange as they left your mouth.

“Nice,” Megumi repeated, his voice skeptical.

“He pressed his lips to mine,” you said suddenly, the memory bubbling to the surface before you could stop it.

Both of them froze.

Megumi’s arms dropped from his chest as his sharp gaze snapped to you. Yuji’s eyes widened, and his scent shifted, tinged with something stronger—almost bitter.

“He what ?” Yuji asked, his voice higher than usual.

“He kissed you?” Megumi said, his voice low and controlled, but the tension in his frame was unmistakable.

You blinked, suddenly unsure if you had said something wrong. “It was... warm,” you said softly, trying to explain the feeling that lingered in your chest. “Good.”

Yuji sat back on his heels, running a hand through his hair, his frustration evident in the way his spiced scent wavered. “Of course, he kissed you,” he muttered, half to himself.

Megumi’s jaw tightened, his gaze darkening as he looked away. “He’s always like this,” he said under his breath.

You shifted your weight nervously, unsure of what to do. The tension in the air felt strange, unfamiliar, and you didn’t like the way it made their scents waver.

Megumi finally stood, his hands slipping into his pockets as he sighed heavily. “Whatever. Let’s just go back.”

Yuji stood too, his expression softening slightly as he looked at you. “You okay, Bunny?”

You nodded quickly, your tail flicking behind you. “Okay.”

He gave you a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Alright, let’s go.”

As the three of you made your way back toward the Omega wing, the tension between the boys lingered in the air. Megumi walked a step ahead, his posture stiff, while Yuji stayed closer to your side, his hand hovering near your back as if to guide you.

You didn’t understand the strange emotions swirling between them, but their presence still felt safe. And for now, that was enough.

The next morning, Megumi sat with you in the Omega kitchen as Yuji made breakfast, their scents mixed and mingled with the food. You were comfortable on a bar stool, your ears twitching as you listened to the bacon pop in the pan.

“You’re meeting two new Alphas today,” Yuji said, his tone bright but gentle.

Your tail flicked nervously at the mention of Alphas. Your last encounter with a new Alpha—Nanami—had gone well, but the thought of meeting more made your chest feel tight.

You remembered the names Satoru had mentioned the day before.

“Sukuna and Toji.”

“Right” Megumi said. He was seated beside you, leaning his arms on the countertop, his dark eyes calm and reassuring. “Toji is my dad,” he explained.

Your ears perked up at that. “Dad?” you echoed softly, the word strange on your tongue.

Megumi gave a small nod, his expression carefully neutral. “He’s tough, but he won’t hurt you.”

Yuji chimed in, his voice light. “And the other one? Sukuna. He’s my uncle. My dad’s twin brother.”

“Uncle,” you repeated, the word feeling just as foreign.

“Yeah,” Yuji said with a grin. “He’s... rough around the edges, but he’s not all bad. Just stick close to us when you meet him.”

You nodded slowly, trying to process their words. Toji. Sukuna. More Alphas. Your hands tightened around the edge of the blanket draped over your lap, but you didn’t speak further.

A few hours later Megumi and Yuji surrounded you as they led you into one of the common areas on the public side of the manor. He had gotten a text saying that Toji had arrived. The room was spacious, with large windows that let in soft afternoon light. It felt strange being here—somewhere outside the safety of your nest or the Omega living area—but the steady presence of Megumi and Yuji anchored you.

You caught the scent before you saw him. It was similar to Megumi’s but sharper, with a distinct edge of leather and gunpowder. Your nose twitched as the scent wrapped around you, familiar and unfamiliar at once.

Then, he stepped into the room.

Toji was tall, his broad shoulders filling the doorway as he walked in with a confident ease. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and his green eyes—so much like Megumi’s—scanned the room briefly before settling on you. He wore a fitted black shirt that clung to his muscular frame and dark pants that made his presence feel even more imposing.

You shrank slightly, instinct pulling you closer to Megumi’s side. But then Toji’s scent washed over you again, softer this time, like the warmth of Megumi’s but heavier, more grounded.

“Bunny,” Megumi said gently, nudging you forward slightly. “This is Toji.”

Your ears flicked nervously, as you peeked up at him. He smelled like Megumi. He even looked like him, though his features were sharper, more rugged.

Toji crouched down slightly, his movements slow and deliberate, his sharp eyes never leaving you. “Seems like we’re finally getting to meet” he said, his deep voice steady but warm.

You blinked at him, unsure of how to respond. Your gaze flicked back to Megumi, who gave you a small nod of encouragement.

“He smells like you,” you whispered softly, your voice barely audible.

Toji chuckled, the sound low and almost comforting. “Yeah, I guess I do. Megumi’s mine, after all.”

“Toji,” Megumi muttered, a faint flush creeping across his cheeks.

Toji’s grin widened slightly, you noticed the scar on the side of his mouth. His attention remained on you. “It’s okay, little Bunny. Take your time.”

His patience settled the nerves in your chest. Slowly, you stepped closer, your bare feet silent against the floor. Toji stayed perfectly still, his broad frame crouched low to meet you at eye level.

You stopped just in front of him, your nose twitching as you took in his scent more fully. It was stronger than Megumi’s, but not unpleasant. It felt... safe.

You respected the same actions you performed with Nanami. Tentatively, you raised your wrist, brushing the sensitive gland there against his. The contact sent a small shiver through you, but Toji didn’t move, his sharp green eyes watching you with calm reassurance.

“That’s it,” he said softly.

You pulled back slightly, only to feel a strange tug inside you urging you closer. Your body moved before your mind caught up, and you leaned forward, brushing your head under Toji’s chin, just as you'd done before. The warmth of his skin and the strength of his scent felt grounding, steadying the nervous energy that had been swirling inside you all day.

Toji’s chest rumbled softly, a deep sound that wasn’t quite a growl but carried a similar weight. His scent bloomed, wrapping around you like a protective blanket, and the tension in your shoulders began to ease.

When you pulled back, Toji gave you a small smile, his expression softer than you would have expected from someone so intimidating. “Not so scary, huh?” he said lightly.

You shook your head, your ears twitching faintly. “Not scary,” you whispered.

Yuji beamed from where he stood, his happiness practically radiating off of him. “See? We told you Toji wasn’t so bad.”

Toji glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of monster.”

“Well...” Yuji started, grinning mischievously.

“Yuji,” Megumi muttered warningly, though there was no real heat in his tone.

Toji let out a low chuckle before turning his attention back to you. “It’s nice to meet you, Bunny. Gojo’s been telling me all about you. If you need anything, you let me know, alright?”

You nodded slowly, the words feeling foreign but not impossible. “Okay.”

It felt strange to have so many people offer to help you.

“Good girl,” Toji said, his tone softening even further.

You blinked in surprise at the phrase, but it didn’t feel bad. It felt... nice.

Toji looked you over, his expression unreadable for a moment before softening. “You’ve got good people around you, Bunny,” he said. “We’ll keep you safe.”

You felt your nerves settle completely. Surrounded by their steady scents and calm voices, you let out a soft breath and nodded again. “Safe,” you whispered, the word feeling lighter on your tongue.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you believed it.

The remainder of the day came and went eventless. Until the following afternoon.

The Omega living area was warm and filled with the quiet hum of familiarity. The three of you decided on spending a ‘cozy’ day inside playing games - all Yuji’s ideas. You were dressed in loose cotton pants and Yuji’s oversized Human Earthworm t-shirt. Megumi didn’t understand your love for it. But it was comfortable and smelt like Yuji, 

You were on the floor, sitting cross-legged as you played a card game with Yuji and Megumi. Yuji was grinning, his cheeks flushed with excitement as he tried to convince Megumi that he hadn’t just cheated.

“I saw that,” Megumi said dryly, shuffling his cards with a pointed look.

“No, you didn’t!” Yuji protested, his vanilla scent tinged with playful mischief.

You watched the two of them bicker, your tail flicking against your back as you tried to follow the rules they had explained earlier. Your small stack of cards was clutched carefully in your hands, though you weren’t entirely sure if you were winning or losing.

The door opened suddenly, and the familiar sharp tang of sandalwood and ozone filled the air.

“Daddy’s home!” Satoru announced, his voice bright and teasing as he strode into the room.

Your ears flicked toward him, and you glanced up to see him standing in the doorway, his tall frame radiating an effortless confidence. But this time, he wasn’t alone.

Behind him was another man, one who didn’t linger by the door like Megumi had when he brought Nanami to meet you. This man stepped into the room with an imposing presence that seemed to fill every corner.

Your nose twitched as new scents hit you.

“Bunny,” Satoru called, his tone softer now as he gestured for you to come to him.

Your ears twitched nervously, and your fingers tightened slightly on the cards in your lap. Megumi and Yuji both glanced at you, their scents steady and calm as they waited for your response.

You took a slow breath, reminding yourself of the trust you had begun to build with them. Megumi and Yuji were here, and Satoru was too. Meeting Toji hadn’t been so bad. You could do this.

Carefully, you set your cards down and got to your feet. You padded over to Satoru, your steps hesitant but determined.

When you reached him, he crouched slightly to meet your gaze, his hand lifting to brush against your hair. “This is Sukuna, the Prime Alpha I spoke to you about.” he said, his voice light but steady.

The man beside him stepped forward, his red eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded you. His face was striking, marked with tattoos that curled over his sharp features. His posture was relaxed, but there was something about him—something dangerous and unyielding—that made your chest tighten.

You glanced back at Satoru, whose hand rested lightly on your shoulder, a subtle reassurance.

Sukuna’s gaze flicked down to meet yours, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “So, this is the rabbit,” he said, his voice low and smooth, though there was an edge to it that made your ears flick nervously.

“Be nice.” Satoru scolded.

His hand shifted, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. The touch startled you, and your breath hitched slightly. It reminded you of the press of his lips in the garden, the way his warmth had lingered against your mouth.

“She’s a sweet one,” Satoru said with a grin, his tone casual as if he hadn’t just made your face heat up.

You stiffened slightly, your ears flicking as Sukuna’s scent washed over you—a mix of electricity, metal, smoke, spice and something feral, biting. It reminded you of Yuji, yet darker, more dangerous.

Your gaze darted to him. He was taller than Satoru, broad-shouldered, his tattoos marking his skin like jagged, beautiful scars. His crimson eyes were sharp and predatory, locking onto you immediately. He didn’t smile, but there was something about the way he tilted his head, watching you like a hunter sizing up prey, that made your tail twitch nervously.

Your chest tightened, but you forced yourself to breathe. You had managed with Toji; you could manage this.

Gathering your courage, you shifted closer to him. Satorui raised a brow, but you ignored it, your confidence trembling but intact as you took a cautious step forward.

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed slightly, his attention razor-sharp as you approached.

You sniffed the air, drawing in his scent fully. It was overwhelming, but it wasn’t unfamiliar. Beneath the smoke and metal, there was a faint hint of Yuji—a tether to something safe. You took another step, your nose twitching slightly as you drew closer.

“Not bad,” Sukuna murmured, his voice low and rough, vibrating through the room. His gaze didn’t leave you, but there was no softness in it, no quiet reassurance like Toji’s. This wasn’t a test of trust—it was a challenge.

You hesitated for the briefest moment, then moved closer, your instinct to scent him overriding your unease. You were confident enough now to follow that instinct, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt you.

But Sukuna wasn’t like Toji.

The moment you reached arm's length, Sukuna moved, he crouched low enough for you to reach his face - just as Nanami had. You tentatively rub your cheeks against his jaw. Your scent mixed with his and it was comforting. He caressed the side of your head, gentle but with a grounded firmness. But his scent suddenly went sharper and his soft movements became more forceful. 

His large hand that was caressing your head, tangled in your hair, pulled sharply enough to tilt your head back, exposing the vulnerable curve of your neck. You mewled in surprise, but it wasn’t pain—it was something deeper, something instinctual that made your body still beneath his grip.

Your ears twitched nervously as his nose brushed along the sensitive skin of your neck, dragging a deep inhale that sent shivers down your spine.

“Sukuna,” Satoru’s voice cut through the air. A warning, firm but not yet harsh.

Sukuna ignored him. His other hand rested lightly on your waist, holding you in place as his tongue dragged a slow, deliberate stripe up the side of your neck. The heat of it burned against your skin, his breath fanning over your scent gland.

You mewled again, a soft, high-pitched sound you couldn’t suppress. This time, the room seemed to shift with you. The sweetness of your scent deepened, spreading like a warm haze, thickening the air.

Yuji’s and Megumi’s scents flared in response, tension rising sharply as they caught the shift.

“Sukuna!” Satoru’s tone sharpened, carrying the weight of a command.

But Sukuna didn’t stop. His fangs grazed your scent gland, just enough to make you shudder as your legs weakened beneath you. The overwhelming sensations made it impossible to think—to react. Your instincts roared, leaving you helpless against the rush of confusion and unfamiliar heat building inside you. Another soft noise slipped from your throat—a sound you didn’t recognize but couldn’t stop.

When Sukuna opened his mouth, his fangs poised to sink into your scent gland, a loud, guttural growl tore through the room.

“Get away from her!” Megumi’s voice was raw with fury, his Omega instincts surging as he rushed forward.

Satoru moved faster. His hand closed around Sukuna’s arm, yanking him back with a force that made the larger Alpha stumble slightly.

Megumi was there in an instant, pulling you into his arms. His scent enveloped you, sharp and protective, as he held you tightly against his chest. You felt the low rumble of his growl reverberate through him as he glared daggers at Sukuna.

“Don’t touch her like that,” Yuji snarled.

Sukuna wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his crimson eyes gleaming with something wild and unrepentant. “She smells... sweet,” he said, his voice laced with a dark satisfaction. “You haven't notice it, you dumb brats? Her slick’s already filling the room.”

Your ears flattened against your head, shame and fear flooding you in equal measure. The heat spreading through your body felt unbearable now, your skin tingling and your mind clouded.

“Enough!” Satoru barked, his sandalwood scent flaring with Prime Alpha authority as he stepped between Sukuna and you.

It was too much. The tension, the scents, the heat—it all pressed down on you like a weight you couldn’t bear. You wriggled out of Megumi’s grasp and bolted, your bare feet hitting the cold floor as you ran to your room.

The door slammed shut behind you, and you locked it with trembling hands. Your heart pounded in your chest as you leaped into your nest, your breathing shallow and erratic.

The room was quiet, but Sukuna’s presence still clung to you, making your body burn with sensations you didn’t understand. It was as if his scent had soaked into your skin, leaving behind a searing, electric charge. The commotion outside your door—Satoru’s sharp commands, Megumi’s growls, and Yuji’s frantic attempts to mediate—felt muffled, distant, like a dream you couldn’t escape.

Inside the safety of your locked room, you allowed yourself to cry.

Tears soaked your cheeks as you curled tightly around yourself, your tail and ears trembling as an overwhelming, consuming need coursed through you. It was too much. Your thoughts blurred, your instincts screamed, and your stomach burned with a heat that wouldn’t subside.

You weren’t sure how much time passed. Minutes? Hours? It felt endless. The ache in your belly only deepened, twisting and knotting as it traveled lower, settling into a place that made you squirm with discomfort.

Your thighs clenched together, but it didn’t help. The sticky, sweet-smelling substance between your legs only made it worse. It was a scent that smelled so much like you, but stronger, more potent, filling the small space of your nest with its cloying presence.

Your pants and underwear were long discarded, thrown aside in a desperate attempt to ease the unbearable heat. You had even taken the stuffed bunny Yuji had gotten you, pressing it against the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs and rolled your hips, hoping the friction would dull the fire.

Nothing worked.

Everything was on fire. The world was too bright, too loud, and you were so, so afraid.

You needed help.

It took every ounce of strength you had to climb out of your nest and unlock the door. The hallway seemed endless as you stumbled down it, your legs trembling beneath you. One hand clutched the wall for support while the other pressed against your stomach, trying to calm the rolling waves of need that left you weak and gasping.

The Omega living area came into view, and the familiar scents of Yuji and Megumi filled your nose. They were there, sitting on the couch, their postures relaxed as some show played softly on the screen. You couldn’t tell if they were watching or simply existing in the quiet space, but it didn’t matter.

“Help,” you croaked, your voice raw and trembling.

Their heads snapped toward you, their eyes widening as they took in your trembling form. You knew they could smell it—the desperation rolling off you in waves, your slick leaving a scent trail you couldn’t control.

“‘gumi, ‘uji,” you whimpered, your voice cracking.

They were on you in an instant.

Yuji scooped you into his arms with ease, his broad chest warm and steady against you. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and his hands held you securely. Megumi was right beside him, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back, his scent grounding and steadying.

“It’s okay, Bunny,” Megumi murmured, his voice soft in your ear.

But it wasn’t okay. The ache in your belly only grew with their closeness, their touches momentarily easing the pain but not enough. You needed more.

“I need...” Your voice trembled, the words escaping you as the heat in your body clouded your mind. “I need...”

“We know,” Yuji said gently, his voice full of warmth and understanding. “We’ll help you. Don’t worry.”

“Can we go to your nest, Bunny?” Megumi asked softly.

You couldn’t answer, but your head nodded against Yuji’s shoulder, and he was already moving, carrying you down the hall with Megumi close behind.

You clung to Yuji, your tears wetting his shirt as he whispered sweet, soothing words in your ear. “You’re okay. We’re here. You’re safe.”

Megumi’s hand stayed on your back, his touch grounding you as your sobs wracked your body.

“Should we call an Alpha?” Yuji asked quietly, his voice laced with concern.

“No!” you cried out, louder than you intended. The word tore from your throat, sharp and desperate. “No Alpha!”

Yuji’s steps faltered for a moment, but his grip on you tightened protectively. “Okay, no Alpha,” he said quickly. “It’s just us. Just me and ‘gumi. No one else.”

When you reached your nest, Yuji set you down gently, his hands lingering on your hips as he pulled back. But the moment his warmth left you, you cried out, your body arching as the ache intensified.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Megumi cooed, kneeling beside you. “We’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m scared,” you sobbed, clutching at the blankets beneath you. “I’m so scared.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to you,” Megumi said, his voice steady and filled with quiet determination.

Yuji leaned closer, his hand brushing softly over your hair. “We’re going to make it better, Bunny,” he promised. “We’ll take care of you. Just let us help.”

You nodded weakly, your tears still falling as their calming scents began to wrap around you, steadying your trembling body.

“We’ve got you,” Megumi murmured. 

“You’ll feel better soon,” Yuji added, his voice like a warm balm to your frayed nerves.

The fire inside you still burned, but their presence, their steady hands and soothing voices, made the storm inside you feel just a little less overwhelming.

“We’re going to make it feel better, okay?”

[meruemhq]

Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again. [Chapter 5]

Master List

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of past abuse & Spanking

Your fever finally broke overnight.

You awoke feeling... lighter. The dense fog that had clouded your thoughts and senses was gone, leaving behind a strange clarity you weren’t used to. Your body, though still sore and sluggish, no longer burned with the relentless weight that had stolen your ability to think. For the first time in days, your mind felt like it was your own. Whatever you were injected with was gone as well.

Your ears twitched as the sound of soft voices reached you. Yuji and Megumi were speaking outside the room, their words muffled but calm. They had been a constant presence, always nearby, always watching over you.

“Bunny?” the pink haired omega you had surmised named Yuji, voice was soft as he knocked gently on the door before peeking inside. 

The omega with dark hair - Megumi stood behind him, his arms crossed but his expression relaxed. “You awake?”

You blinked at them, sitting up slowly in the bed. The familiar nest of blankets you’d curled into during your fever cradled you protectively.

Yuji’s smile brightened when he saw you, his warm brown eyes soft with relief. He walked closer to you and placed an open palm to your forehead. His hand had a soothing warmth to it, his scent caught your nose - he smelt like fresh lemons and limes, you resisted the urge to lean into it.“Your fever’s gone. That’s good.”

Megumi nodded, his sharp gaze scanning you carefully. He remained at the door but you were wrapped up in his scent because of the nest you sat in. He smelt like…the woods, expansive but safe. “Do you feel better?”

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Better,” you murmured, your voice hoarse but steady.

Yuji beamed, stepping further into the room. “We have something to show you. Think you’re up for it?”

They led you down the hall, their footsteps careful to match your slower pace. The scents of the halls or ‘omega wing’ as they called it, was calming, familiar—Yuji’s warmth, Megumi’s cool steadiness, and the faint trace of sandalwood that lingered throughout the manor.

When you reached the door to the room, Yuji stopped and turned to you, his smile full of excitement. “This is yours now.”

Megumi opened the door, revealing the space beyond.

Your breath caught. The room was soft and inviting, filled with a mix of pastel colors and neutral tones. The bed was piled high with blankets and pillows of different shapes and sizes, surrounded by carefully arranged stuffed toys. Along one wall stood a closet filled with neatly folded clothes in light colors that reminded you of spring—you couldn’t wait to touch it. There was even a shelf filled with small nesting materials: extra cushions, more plush toys, and some cloud-shaped pillows. A large mirror took space on the opposite wall, giving a clear view of the private garden you had visited before.

“We got everything set up,” Yuji said, watching your reaction closely. “But you can organize it however you want. It’s your space.”

Megumi nodded, leaning against the doorframe. He never got closer than was comfortable but was never far behind. “If something’s missing, let us know. We’ll get it.”

You stepped inside cautiously, your hands brushing against the soft bedding. The blankets were light and fluffy under your fingers, and the faint scent of lavender tickled your nose. You turned back to them. Did they want you to say something? Do something? They never seemed to push or voice what they wanted, it was all so confusing.

Yuji seemed to sense your hesitation. “Try it out,” he encouraged, gesturing toward the bed.

You climbed onto the bed slowly, your body sinking into the soft mattress as you buried yourself in the layers of blankets and pillows. The sensation was soothing, wrapping you in a cocoon of comfort.

“Good?” Yuji asked, tilting his head with a hopeful smile.

You nestled deeper into the bed, nodding slightly. “Good,” you whispered.

Yuji’s smile widened, and Megumi’s posture relaxed slightly. They didn’t say anything else, letting you take your time exploring the space.

As the hours passed, you found yourself settling into the room. The clarity in your mind allowed you to focus on small things—the way the blankets felt against your skin, the scent of the freshly washed clothes, the quiet hum of the manor around you.

Yuji and Megumi were close by, their presence steady but unobtrusive. They didn’t hover, didn’t push. When they spoke to you, they kept their voices soft, their words simple.

“Good?” Yuji would ask, and you’d nod.

“Need anything?” Megumi would add, and you’d shake your head.

They didn’t ask more than that, and you were grateful.

You started speaking in small bursts—single words or short phrases—but they never pushed for more.

“Water,” you’d say, and Yuji would bring it to you immediately, his smile warm and encouraging.

“Soft,” you muttered once, pointing at a blanket, and Megumi nodded, moving it closer to you without question.

Even when you hesitated, unsure how to articulate what you wanted, they waited patiently, never rushing you.

But despite their gentleness, you found yourself hesitating to accept their affection. You weren’t sure how to handle the way Yuji would reach out, offering a hand to hold, or the way Megumi’s steady gaze seemed to ask silent questions you didn’t know how to answer.

When Yuji got too close to your nest - to your space  - you hissed at him. The look of shock on his face made you sink back into the pillows. You were expecting a shout or a hit across the face. But Yuji did nothing but smile softly and back away slowly.

Yuji and Megumi spoke softly. “She’s getting territorial. I think that’s a good thing.” 

You heard their words but didn’t know how to respond. You wanted to trust them, but the fear lingered, holding you back. Soon enough they would turn harsh just like everyone else. Alpha Gojo’s kindness would run out and he’ll expect more from you. More from your body. But just like before, you have nowhere to escape to.

Your nest became your sanctuary, the one place where you felt completely safe. You arranged it carefully, stacking pillows and blankets in a way that felt right. When Yuji or Megumi tried to approach it again, either with snack or water, you bristled, shaking your head firmly.

“Not here,” you said, your voice quiet but certain.

They respected it without question, staying just outside the boundaries of your space. You would eat and drink with them in the living area on the soft couches watching ‘cartoons’. 

Life with Yuji and Megumi was... strange. They didn’t force themselves on you, didn’t demand anything you couldn’t give. They didn’t watch you undress or bathe, didn’t ask you to act in ways that made you uncomfortable.

It was strange, but it was safe.

For the first time, you started to relax a little.

Later that afternoon, as you sat with them in the living area, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a stuffed bunny that Yuji gave you in your arms, as you watched a show on the screen. Yuji laughed at something on the screen, his voice warm and full of life, while Megumi’s soft chuckle followed.

It was comforting, their easy presence, the way they included you without expectation.

At some point, Yuji turned to you, his expression soft. “We never introduced ourselves properly, did we?”

You tilted your head, watching him curiously. You already guessed who was who but you allowed him to continue.

“I’m Yuji,” he said, pointing to himself. “And that’s Megumi.”

Megumi nodded, his gaze meeting yours.

“Do you have a name? We can’t just keep calling you Bunny” Yuji asked gently.

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket. “Bunny,” you said quietly.

Yuji tilted his head. “Just Bunny?”

You nodded, unsure why the question made your chest feel tight. Yuji was expecting something different. But Bunny was all you’d ever been.

“That’s okay,” Yuji said, his voice warm. “You can pick a real name whenever you want. Whatever feels right.”

Megumi nodded in agreement. “It’s your choice. No one else’s.”

You stared at them for a moment, their words settling over you like a warm blanket. The thought of choosing your own name felt strange, but... maybe not bad.

A real name.

The quiet was interrupted by a faint ping. Megumi glanced at the small device in his hand—the thing Yuji called a cell phone.

“We have to meet with Gojo,” Megumi said, his voice low.

Yuji nodded, standing and stretching. “We’ll be back soon, Bunny.”

Megumi handed you a small container of snacks, his sharp gaze softening as he watched you. “Rest in your nest. We’ll check on you when we’re done.”

You nodded, clutching the snacks to your chest as you stood and made your way back to your room.

Once inside, you settled into your nest, the blankets wrapping around you. The clarity in your mind allowed you to think, to feel, to trust just a little more.

And for the first time, you thought maybe... just maybe... this place could be home.

–~

Megumi’s phone vibrated on the table, the bright screen casting a glow across the dimly lit Omega living area. He leaned forward, frowning as he swiped it open.

"Come to my office. Bring Yuji. It’s important."

The text was from Gojo.

“What is it?” Yuji asked, noticing the way Megumi’s expression shifted.

“Gojo wants us in his office,” Megumi replied, standing up and pocketing his phone. He turned to you, who was nestled comfortably in the corner of the couch. “Bunny, go back to your nest, okay? We won’t be gone long.”

You blinked at him, your ears twitching slightly, but you nodded. Slowly, you slid off the couch, your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders as you padded back to your room.

Once you were safely out of sight, Megumi exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let’s go.”

The two Omegas left the safety of the living area, stepping into the broader, more active halls of the public wing of the manor. The energy here was different—busier, sharper. The scent of Alphas and Betas lingered heavily in the air, a stark contrast to the calm and familiar scents of the Omega wing.

As they approached Gojo’s office, Megumi’s sharp ears picked up the faint murmur of voices inside. He pushed open the door, stepping in with Yuji close behind.

The first thing Megumi noticed was the familiar figure sitting on the chair near Gojo’s desk.

“Nanamin!” Yuji’s voice burst with excitement. Before Megumi could say anything, Yuji darted across the room toward Nanami, his movements as unguarded as ever.

Nanami turned just in time to brace himself for Yuji’s enthusiastic greeting. Yuji wrapped his arms around Nanami in a quick embrace before pulling back slightly, brushing his head against Nanami’s neck. The warm, cedarwood-and-rain scent of Nanami mixed with Yuji’s softer spice and sunshine.

“It’s good to see you, Nanami,” Yuji said brightly.

Nanami adjusted his glasses, his expression remaining as composed as ever. “It’s good to see you too, Yuji.”

Megumi followed more slowly, his greeting quieter but no less sincere. “Welcome back, Nanami.”

Nanami nodded. “Megumi.”

Megumi liked Nanami. Unlike all the others, Nanami was a standard Alpha. Authoritative in his own right but the lack of that sharp dangerous animalistic instincts made him more approachable than the others.

“Alright, kids, enough catching up,” Gojo’s voice broke through the moment, his usual playful tone undercut by an edge of seriousness. He gestured to the chairs in front of his desk. “Sit.”

Gojo leaned back in his chair, spinning it slightly as he surveyed them both. “First things first—Yuji, how’s Bunny doing?”

Yuji’s face lit up immediately, his earlier nervousness replaced with genuine excitement. “She’s doing great! Well, better,” he corrected quickly. “She’s still a little shy, but—” He paused, grinning. “She’s started speaking a few words!”

Gojo’s eyebrows rose, and for a moment, the sharpness in his expression softened into something warmer. “Really?”

“Yuji nodded eagerly. 

A genuine smile spread across Gojo’s face. “That’s great news, Yuji.” He leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful. “We’ll have to pay her a visit later today.”

Megumi’s lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

When Yuji told Gojo that your name was simply ‘Bunny’ and that they told you to choose a name for yourself, he simply hummed and smiled in response.

The lightness in Gojo’s tone faded as he turned his attention back to the matter at hand. “Now, let’s talk about you two.”

Yuji and Megumi exchanged a glance.  Megumi’s brows furrowed slightly as he noticed the stack of papers on Gojo’s desk. Whatever this meeting was about, it wasn’t going to be good.

Gojo leaned back in his chair, spinning it slightly as he gestured to the papers. “Before we start, let’s make something clear. I didn’t call you here to mess around. This is important—serious.”

Yuji nodded, his usual energy dimmed by the weight in Gojo’s voice.

Gojo picked up the stack of papers and handed them to Megumi. “Read this. It’s from Shoko.”

Megumi took the document, his sharp eyes scanning the title: “Care and Management of Bunny Hybrids.”

Yuji leaned over, glancing at the papers as Megumi flipped through them. The information was detailed, clinical, and thorough. It explained everything from dietary needs to nesting behaviors, but one section stood out in particular:

Bunny Hybrids do not have regular heat cycles like other hybrids. However, they may exhibit heat-like symptoms triggered by proximity to Alphas, especially Prime Alphas.

Megumi’s jaw tightened as he read the section again, the implications sinking in. 

Yuji frowned, his lips pressing into a thin line. “So... what does this mean for Bunny?”

“It means,” Gojo began, “that we need to be careful with how she’s introduced to Alphas. She hasn’t reacted to me, which is okay, but that doesn’t mean she won’t react to others.”

He glanced at Nanami, who nodded slightly.

“That’s why we’re taking this one step at a time,” Nanami said. His calm, steady voice filled the room. “We’ll introduce her to each Alpha individually. I’ll meet her first, and after she’s comfortable, Toji and Sukuna will follow. The goal is to avoid overwhelming her.”

Megumi’s grip on the papers tightened slightly at the mention of Toji and Sukuna. He trusted Nanami, but the thought of you being around those two made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

“Why all of this now?” Megumi asked, his voice sharper than he intended.

Nanami exhaled slowly. “Because there’s something else you need to know. Something Shoko, Gojo and I confirmed while I was away.”

The atmosphere in the room shifted, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

Nanami’s hazel eyes met Megumi’s, and for the first time, his usual calm seemed tinged with something darker. “We have reason to believe that Bunny may have been a victim of a hybrid sex trafficking ring.”

The words hit like a blow, the weight of them settling over the room like a suffocating blanket.

Yuji’s eyes widened, his breath hitching. “What?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Megumi felt his stomach churn, a mix of anger and nausea rising in his chest. “Are you... sure?”

Gojo nodded grimly. “Her behavior, the scar near her hip—it all fits the profile. The removed tracker suggests she was sold through a private network. The men who had her likely weren’t her original handlers.”

Yuji clenched his fists, his scent spiking slightly as his emotions surged. “But she’s here now! She’s safe, right?”

“She’s safe,” Gojo interjected firmly, his voice sharper than usual. “We’re going to keep it that way. But you need to understand what this means. Bunny has been through hell. You’ve seen the signs yourself.”

Megumi’s mind raced as Gojo’s words sank in. He thought back to every strange behavior you’d exhibited since they brought you home. The way you undressed in front of them without hesitation, like it was normal. The way you returned affection, not because you wanted to, but because you seemed to think it was expected. The way you flinched at sudden movements, your wary eyes darting toward any loud noise.

It all painted a picture he didn’t want to acknowledge, but now couldn’t ignore.

“She...” Megumi’s voice caught in his throat. He swallowed hard, forcing the words out. “She undressed in front of us. I thought... I thought it was just her being unfamiliar with boundaries.”

Yuji looked down, his fists still clenched. “She always looks so scared when we try to show her affection, or touch her. Like she’s waiting for something bad to happen.”

Nanami’s expression softened slightly. “That’s why we need to approach this carefully. She needs time to adjust, to heal. Forcing anything on her will only make things worse.”

Gojo leaned forward, his elbows resting on his desk. “This is going to be hard—for all of us. But Bunny needs us to be patient. She needs to know she’s safe here.”

Megumi nodded slowly, the weight of the situation settling over him. He would do whatever it took to make sure you felt safe.

Yuji’s voice was quieter now, filled with determination. “We’ll take care of her. Whatever it takes.”

Nanami’s gaze softened, his steady presence filling the room. “I know you will. That’s why I’m here—to make sure we all do this right.”

The weight of Gojo’s and Nanami’s words lingered in the room, the gravity of Bunny’s situation pressing heavily on Megumi’s chest. He hated the helplessness he felt. But just as he was gathering his thoughts, Gojo’s sharp voice broke through his haze.

“And now,” Gojo said, leaning forward in his chair, his usual playful tone replaced by something colder, sharper, “we need to talk about you two.”

Megumi stiffened, his jaw tightening.

Gojo’s intense gaze pinned them both in their seats. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You disobeyed me. You went behind my back to that facility, risking yourselves and the organization’s standing in the process.”

Yuji opened his mouth to speak, but Gojo held up a hand, cutting him off.

“I already had a plan in place,” Gojo continued, his voice rising slightly. “Toji was going to handle it. But no—you two just had to jump the gun, didn’t you? Do you even realize how reckless that was?”

Megumi’s fists clenched in his lap, his head dipping slightly under the weight of Gojo’s sharp words.

“You undermined me,” Gojo said, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “Your Alpha.”

The word hung in the air like a blade, and Megumi felt the sharp pang of guilt cut through him.

Yuji, as usual, tried to defend them. “We didn’t mean to—”

“Stop.”

The single word carried such weight, such authority, that Yuji immediately fell silent. The sandalwood-and-ozone scent of Gojo’s Prime Alpha pheromones spiked in the room, sharp and suffocating.

Megumi felt his body respond instinctively, sinking deeper into his seat as his biology forced him to submit. His Omega nature screamed at him to yield, to listen, to obey.

“You will not undermine me again,” Gojo said, his voice calm now but no less commanding. His piercing blue eyes met Megumi’s, then Yuji’s. “Your focus, starting now, is university. Classes restart in six weeks, and you’ll be dedicating yourselves to your studies. Understood?”

Megumi and Yuji nodded stiffly, unable to meet his gaze directly.

Megumi had almost forgotten about University. He and Yuji were about to start their second years.

“Toji and Sukuna will be returning to guard Bunny and the compound,” Gojo continued, his tone firm. “They’ll handle things while Nanami and I figure out who’s behind all of this. You two will stay out of it.”

“But Bunny—” Yuji started, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Enough,” Gojo snapped, his Prime Alpha voice cutting through the air like a whip.

Megumi’s entire body went still. His Omega instincts made his chest tighten, a visceral reaction that left him unable to argue, unable to resist. Yuji slumped further into his chair as Gojo’s scent pressed down on them like a heavy blanket, smothering any thought of rebellion.

For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound was the soft hum of the ceiling fan above.

Gojo leaned back in his chair, his gaze unwavering. “I haven’t forgotten your punishment,” he said, his tone lighter now but no less serious. “But since I’m too busy cleaning up the mess you two created, Nanami will be taking care of that for me.”

Megumi’s eyes darted toward Nanami, whose calm expression betrayed nothing.

“Nanami,” Gojo said with a faint smirk, “they’re all yours.”

Nanami adjusted his glasses, his voice steady. “Understood.”

Gojo waved a hand dismissively. “Alright, you’re free to go. I suggest you don’t make this worse for yourselves.”

Megumi stood stiffly, his face hot with embarrassment and irritation. His entire body screamed at him to leave the room, but his pride burned.

“This is your fault,” he muttered under his breath to Yuji as they left the office.

Yuji shot him a sheepish look. “You’re the one who didn’t stop me.”

Megumi clenched his fists, his irritation bubbling to the surface. But beneath it all, there was something else—a quiet, unspoken truth.

He would do it all over again if it meant helping Bunny.

Nanami led the two Omegas down the hall in silence, his calm yet authoritative presence filling the space. Megumi’s mind raced, his earlier irritation now mingling with apprehension.

When they reached Nanami’s den, he opened the door and motioned for them to step inside. The room was neat and practical, with clean lines and a minimalist design. A desk sat in one corner, papers neatly stacked beside a closed laptop. The bed, perfectly made, was tucked against the far wall, its dark gray sheets matching the rest of the room’s muted tones. A large armchair sat near the window, and a faint hint of cedar lingered in the air, layered with the cool scent of rain.

“Sit,” Nanami said, his voice calm but firm.

Yuji and Megumi sat on the edge of the bed, both uneasy.

Nanami stood in front of them, arms crossed, his sharp hazel eyes steady. “Do you understand why you’re being punished?”

Yuji nodded quickly. “Yes, Nanami. We didn’t mean—”

“You didn’t mean to disobey direct orders?” Nanami interrupted, his tone clipped. “You didn’t mean to put yourselves—and the pack—in unnecessary danger?”

Yuji’s mouth snapped shut, and Megumi stared at the floor, guilt twisting in his chest.

“You two need to understand something,” Nanami continued, his voice steady. “Disobedience doesn’t just affect you. It affects everyone around you. Your actions have consequences.”

He stepped closer, his scent grounding but firm. “Roll over. On your stomachs.”

Yuji and Megumi obeyed hesitantly, their movements stiff with embarrassment.

Megumi schooled his breathing. Yuji’s face flushed red all the way to the collar of his shirt. Megumi is sure he looked identical. 

Nanami placed a firm hand on Yuji’s back, his voice low. “This is to remind you that recklessness has a price.”

Before Yuji could react, Nanami delivered a sharp swat to his ass Yuji yelped, he held unshed tears as he stumbled forward slightly.

“Nanami!” Yuji exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and embarrassment.

“Quiet,” Nanami said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

He turned to Megumi, who tensed as the older Alpha approached.

“You’re supposed to be the level-headed one,” Nanami said, his voice quieter but no less firm. “You let Yuji drag you into his mess instead of stopping him. That’s not acceptable.”

Megumi braced himself as Nanami’s hand landed sharply on his backside. The sting was brief, but the humiliation lingered.

Nanami delivered ten heavy handed spanks to both of them. By the time Nanami stepped back, both Omegas were thoroughly chastised, their pride bruised. Yuji had grown accustomed to being spanked by the alpha’s. He was always the more rambunctious of the pack omegas. But this was new to Megumi.

“Do you understand now?” Nanami asked, his calm gaze flicking between them.

“Yes, Alpha,” they said in unison, their voices subdued.

“Good.” Nanami adjusted his glasses, his sharp expression softening slightly. “Let this be the last time I have to remind you.”

As they got off the bed, Yuji muttered under his breath, “I didn’t think he’d actually do it.”

Megumi shot him a glare. “Just shut up.”

Still, as much as he hated the punishment, he couldn’t bring himself to regret his actions. Not if it meant protecting Bunny.

Megumi stared at the phone in his hand, his thumb hovering over the screen. Nanami stood nearby, arms crossed, waiting patiently but without leaving room for argument, Yuji had already left to return to the omega wing.  

An added bonus to Megumi’s punishment was that he had to call Toji himself. Megumi didn’t really understand why. It was clear that Toji was already up to speed on what had happened with Bunny. Gojo always had something up his sleeve.

“You need to call him,” Nanami said, his voice calm but firm. “Gojo’s orders”

“I know,” Megumi muttered, his jaw tightening.

Nanami raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Instead, he simply gestured to the phone.

With a reluctant sigh, Megumi tapped the screen, pulling up Toji’s contact. He rarely ever spoke to the man directly, despite their tenuous connection as part of Gojo’s pack. There was always an unspoken distance between them—a chasm Megumi had never felt the need to cross.

The phone rang twice before Toji picked up, his deep voice immediately filling the line.

“Megumi,” Toji said, dragging out his name like he was amused by the very act of receiving a call. “Didn’t think I’d hear from you. What’s the occasion?”

Megumi stiffened, his fingers curling around the phone. “Gojo and Nanami said to call you,” he replied, his voice clipped.

There was a beat of silence, followed by the faint sound of movement in the background—voices, shuffling, and the distinct clink of metal.

“Yeah, I figured,” Toji said, his tone casual. “Gojo told me to hurry it up, so I wrapped the job. Should be back at the compound in two days.”

Megumi exhaled softly, relieved at least that part of the conversation was easy. “Alright.”

But Toji wasn’t done. “He also told me everything you and that brat Yuji pulled. Said you two thought it’d be a great idea to play heroes. And now I hear you’ve got a Bunny I have to babysit.”

Megumi’s grip on the phone tightened, his cheeks flushing slightly. “We didn’t—”

Toji cut him off with a low chuckle. “Don’t bother making excuses, kid. Gojo’s already done enough yelling for the both of us. But I’ll say this—you two don’t touch my guns again. Got it?”

Megumi’s stomach dropped. He knew.

“I didn’t—” Megumi started, but Toji’s sharp tone cut through.

“Save it,” Toji said, his voice carrying an edge. “I know it was Yuji’s idea, but you didn’t stop him, did you? You let him drag you into his mess. You always do.”

Megumi’s jaw clenched, but he couldn’t argue. That makes two people that basically called him a push over.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of rustling, as if Toji were shifting something heavy. “Gojo said Nanami’s handling your punishment. How’d that go?”

Megumi felt his face burn, the memory of Nanami’s firm hand swatting him flashing through his mind. He glanced at Nanami, who was still watching him with that unreadable, steady expression.

“He spanked me,” Megumi mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

Toji barked out a laugh, loud and unrestrained. “He spanked you?!”

“That’s not funny!” Megumi snapped, but despite his irritation, he couldn’t stop the small, embarrassed smile that tugged at his lips.

“Oh, it’s hilarious,” Toji replied, his laughter still audible. “You, all serious and broody, getting your ass handed to you by Nanami? Yeah, that’s funny.”

Megumi groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Can we move on now?”

“Alright, alright,” Toji said, though the amusement in his voice lingered. “I gotta get back to packing. See you in a couple of days, kid.”

“Okay,” Megumi said, his voice quieter now.

“Take care, brat,” Toji added before the line went dead.

Megumi lowered the phone, staring at it for a moment before shoving it into his pocket.

“Well?” Nanami asked, his tone neutral.

“He’s coming back in two days,” Megumi replied stiffly, avoiding Nanami’s gaze.

Nanami nodded. “Good.”

Megumi sighed, the weight of the conversation still lingering as he turned to head back toward the Omega wing. 

–~

The Omega living area was peaceful, a safe space filled with soft light and the gentle hum of comfort. You had been sitting there for some time, curled up in the corner of the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket and a stuffed bunny.Megumi and Yuji acted quite strange when they returned. Their faces were flushed but they didn’t smell sick.  They sat nearby, talking quietly as you took in the warmth of the space, trying to relax, still adjusting to everything. 

The door opened, and in walked Alpha Gojo’d his presence unmistakable. It was the alpha that visited you when Megumi and Yuji found you. You realized that it was his scent that lingered in the halls. He was tall and slender, but you would still see the muscles pressing against the sleeves of his white dress shirt. He wore black slacks. He seemed to tower over you, a part of you wanted to cower away. He was an alpha, and by the sharp tang of his scent, he was a Prime Alpha. All the Prime Alpha’s you had previously met were tenses and demanding. But Megumi and Yuji were omegas and seemed comfortable, relaxed in his presence. He was scary but his warmth still radiated.

“Remember me?” Alpha Gojo’s voice was light, teasing even, but there was an undertone of reassurance as he stepped into the room.

You blinked at him, still wary but curious.You gave a small nod, your voice soft.

“Yes,” you whispered, still unsure of how to react. “Alpha Gojo”

The tall alpha beamed at you, his hands suddenly on your head, rubbing gently. 

“You don’t have to call me that little Bunny.” His hand trailed down to cup your cheek. “Just call me Satoru.” He rubbed his fingers soothingly on the skin under your eye.

“Satoru.” His name felt weirdly comfortable, it rolled off your touch with ease. 

“Good girl,” he cooed, his tone affectionate, soothing the nerves you hadn’t even realized were there. You blinked in surprise, but the tension in your shoulders eased just a little.

Your nose twitched. There was someone else behind him shielded by the door. The scent that hit you was familiar, warm with a hint of cedarwood and rain, you thought, recognizing his scent from the things Megumi had arranged for your nest.

“This is Nanami,” Satoru continued, moving aside so another man could step closer. “He’s here to help. Just like me.”  Behind him walked Nanami—tall, with blond hair and sharp eyes that were calm, like the ocean before a storm.

Nanami gave you a small, reassuring nod. “It’s nice to meet you, Bunny,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I know you’ve been through a lot, but I’m here to protect you, and I will do everything I can to help you feel safe.”

His words were soft, sincere, and there was a quiet confidence in his tone that made you feel a little less on edge.

Satoru glanced at you, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Alright, Bunny. You remember how you’ve scented Yuji, Megumi and myself?. Want to try it with Nanami?”

You hesitated, your ears flicking nervously. The idea felt strange, foreign, but curiosity tugged at you. You glanced at Yuji and Megumi, who sat nearby, their postures relaxed. If they weren’t reacting, it meant this was safe... right?

“It’s okay,” Megumi said softly, his voice reassuring. “Take your time.”

Your gaze flicked back to Nanami, who stood perfectly still, his expression calm and patient. He wasn’t pushing, wasn’t demanding anything of you. The decision was yours.

Slowly, you raised your wrist, hesitating for just a moment before brushing the scent gland on your wrist against his. His scent was strong—cedarwood, cool and grounding, with a warmth that made your shoulders relax even further.

Nanami tilted his wrist slightly, matching your motion, his steady gaze encouraging you to continue. You rubbed your wrist against his again, feeling a sense of calm bloom between you. His presence felt secure, stable, like a tree rooted deeply into the earth.

Encouraged by the quiet comfort he radiated, you stepped closer, instinct guiding you forward even as your mind struggled to catch up. Nanami crouched slightly, sensing your movement. Without fully understanding why, you brushed the top of your head under his chin, your soft ears grazing his neck as you rubbed your cheeks against the warm skin where his scent glands rested.

His scent bloomed under your touch, filling the space between you with a warm, grounding presence. A deep rumbling sound came from his chest—a mixture of a soft purr and a chuff. The sound vibrated against your skin, soothing and reassuring in a way that made your tail twitch with happiness.

Your puffed tail twitched in response. The sound made you feel... happy. It was warm, comforting, and for the first time in a while, you felt your anxieties begin to melt away.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him. His expression hadn’t changed much, but there was a softness in his gaze behind his glasses that hadn’t been there before. The warmth in your chest grew, a quiet happiness you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Good?” Satoru asked, his voice light as he watched you closely.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Good.”

Satoru’s hand rested gently on your back, guiding you toward the large couch in the center of the room. A soft whine bubbled in your throat as he moved you away from Nanami, but it quieted when he sat down beside you.

Nanami was on your right, Megumi to your left, and Yuji perched nearby. Satoru settled on Nanami’s other side, his casual posture a sharp contrast to the weight of the moment.

“We have a few questions, Bunny,” Satoru said, his voice gentle but serious. “If you feel uncomfortable, tell us, and we’ll stop. Just let us know.”

You swallowed hard, unsure of how much you were ready to share. But the trust in their presence was undeniable.

Nanami’s hand stroked gently over your hair and ears, his touch light and steady. “Can you tell us what you remember before Yuji and Megumi found you?”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his voice and the question pressing against your chest.

“I remember...” you began, your voice tentative, unsure of where to begin. “I was... in a room. People came in. They tied me up.” Your fingers tightened around the blanket, remembering the restraints, the tightness of the ropes and the bitter gag in your mouth. “They poked me with something. It... hurt.”

A tremor ran through your body, but you pushed forward. “I couldn’t stay awake. They kept me asleep. They forced me to eat and drink sometimes, but... I don’t remember much after that. Only that... Yuji and Megumi were with me.”

Satoru nodded, his expression soft. “You’re doing great, Bunny.”

The room was silent for a moment as everyone absorbed your words. Yuji and Megumi looked at each other, and Megumi’s gaze softened as he leaned in and grasped your hand in his larger one, offering silent support.

“Who were you with before you were taken?” Satoru’s voice was quieter now, careful.

The question hit like a cold wave. Flashes of blue, shadows, fangs, claws. Pain. The memories surged, too sharp, too much.

“No...” you whispered, shaking your head. The fear rose like bile in your throat, and you curled inward, wrapping your arms around your knees.

Your scent soured, bitter with panic, and the tension in the room became palpable.

Nanami’s hand remained on your back, his voice low and steady. “It’s alright. You don’t have to say anything. We’re here.”

Satoru crouched in front of you, his hand cupping your face gently, his thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. “You’re safe now, Bunny. We’ve got you.”

The warmth of their scents surrounded you—Satoru’s sharp sandalwood, Nanami’s grounding cedarwood—steady and comforting. Slowly, the tightness in your chest began to ease.

Satoru handed you the stuffed bunny Yuji had bought for you, his voice soft. “Here. Hold onto this.”

You clutched it tightly, letting its softness anchor you as Nanami pulled you into his lap. The solid warmth of his body beneath you and the gentle rumble in his chest soothed the last remnants of panic.

After a while, your breathing evened out, and you rested your head against Nanami’s chest, his steady heartbeat calming you.

Finally, Satoru spoke again, his voice low but clear. “We’re getting two more Alphas to protect you, Bunny. They’ll stay with you while Yuji and Megumi are away at school.”

The words hit you hard. Megumi and Yuji, away?

“No... no... not... always?”

You pulled back slightly, your heart racing as a knot formed in your stomach.

Megumi and Yuji were always there. You assumed that they would always be there. You were just starting to get comfortable and now they’re going to leave you?

Your breath quickened and felt stuck in your throat.

“Shh,” Nanami murmured, rubbing your back slowly. “Breathe. They won’t be gone forever. You’ll still see them everyday.”

“It’s just a few hours a day,” Yuji said, his voice soft.

“We aren’t going anywhere,” Megumi added, his voice steady and firm.

You nodded slowly, but a part of you—small, fragile—still couldn’t quite process it. The thought of them leaving you, even for a few hours, felt like too much.

Satoru caught your gaze and gave a small smile. His fingers traced over your black ears.

“Good job, idiot.” Megumi shot a look at Satoru, he just rolled his eyes.

But Megumi’s eyes softened as he looked at you again, his expression unreadable. “We’ll come back, Bunny. Don’t worry.”

You didn’t respond, but the warmth of their words and presence helped ease the fear inside you, if only a little. You settled back into Nanami’s lap, your eyes fluttering closed, the sound of their voices and the comforting scents around you. The conversation continued around you. You found yourself getting lost in their casual energy.

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Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again. [Chapter 4]

Master List

Your fever had worsened overnight.

Megumi had been jolted awake by Yuji’s frantic voice. "Fushiguro! Wake up! She’s—she’s dying! What do we do?!"

Bleary-eyed, Megumi bolted upright, his mind snapping to attention. Yuji was pacing by his side of the bed, his face pale and stricken. "Her scent," Yuji stammered, running a hand through his “It’s gone bad, like... like spoiled fruit.”

Megumi rushed to your side, sharp eyes assessing the situation. He sniffed the air, just like Yujo said, your usual honey scent had soured. You were lying on your side, the Human Earthworm t-shirt that Yuji gave you, clinging to your overheated body. Even in your fevered state, your restless movements were punctuated by small whimpers, and your teeth ground audibly, creating an uncomfortable sound that made Megumi wince.

"This isn’t good," he muttered, grabbing his phone. Yuji’s panicked breathing filled the room as he hovered nearby. "Calm down," Megumi said firmly, locking eyes with Yuji. "Freaking out won’t help her. We need Shoko."

Shoko answered after four rings, her tone as calm and professional as ever, despite the late hour. "What’s wrong?"

Megumi wasted no time explaining. "Bunny’s running a fever. Grinding her teeth, sweating. Her scent’s completely off—it smells rotten."

After a pause, Shoko replied, "More than likely it's the sedatives that are still in her bloodstream.” Shoko sucked in breath from what sounded like a cigarette. “It’s her body metabolizing the leftover toxins. It’s unpleasant, but not unusual given her condition and body constitution. I’ll update her prescription. Keep her hydrated and as comfortable as possible until it passes. Ijichi can pick up the meds at sunrise."

Megumi exhaled slowly. "Anything else we should do?"

"If she’s grinding her teeth, get her something to chew on—a toy or anything silicone will work for now," Shoko added before hanging up.

When the call ended, Megumi took a deep breath and turned to Yuji. "It’s the sedatives," he explained. "Her body’s trying to purge them. I’ll send Ijichi to get the meds. For now, let’s focus on keeping her comfortable."

In the quiet of the early morning, Megumi rummaged through the storage cabinet in the kitchen. Eventually, he found an unused silicone chewing toy originally meant for his wolf dogs. It wasn’t exactly ideal, but it was soft, durable, and safe. He sterilized it quickly before returning to this room. He coaxed you into drinking water and gently, he placed the toy in your hand, guiding it to your mouth and you instinctively nibbled on it, finally soothing the grinding.

By the time the new medication had arrived and taken effect, you had fallen into a peaceful sleep, your breathing slow and even for the first time in hours. Megumi adjusted the blankets around you and took a step back, his sharp eyes softening as he observed your relaxed expression.

Dragging Yuji out of the room and down the hall had been harder than expected. "She needs her space, Yuji," Megumi had insisted, practically hauling his friend toward the couch. Yuji finally relented, though not without casting a lingering, worried glance back at the door.

–~

Now the two sat in the private living room of their wing, laptops and phones spread out across the coffee table. Megumi clicked through articles with a focused determination while Yuji scrolled on his phone, occasionally tossing out enthusiastic suggestions.

While Gojo’s Alpha and Beta subordinates occupied one half of the estate, the other side was dedicated to his Omegas: Megumi, Yuji, and now, you. The Omega wing of the Gojo family manor was a haven. Gojo had insisted on its design, ensuring it was entirely separate from the Alphas and Betas who worked for him. It was a sanctuary, equipped with private bedrooms, bathrooms, a plush living area, a kitchen, and secured exits. Few were allowed here without explicit permission, and Megumi had always valued the peace it provided. 

But now, as he thought about your small, vulnerable figure sleeping down the hall. You needed safety, yes—but you also needed comfort. A place to feel truly at home.

The glow of Megumi’s laptop lit up the dim living room as he sat cross-legged on the couch, his brows furrowed in concentration. Yuji, sprawled on the other end of the couch with his phone in hand, scrolled lazily through pictures of blankets and toys, his tongue sticking out in focus. Between them sat Gojo’s black credit card. “Buy whatever you want for her.” He said. “Spare no expense! Daddy Gojo’s got it covered.”

They had spent the past twenty minutes researching hybrid-approved nesting materials. The articles highlighted the importance of texture and color in creating a soothing environment for hybrids with heightened senses. Neutral tones like soft grays and pastels were recommended, as bright colors could overstimulate. Natural fabrics like cotton and bamboo were ideal, while synthetic materials were to be avoided.

"What about this?" Yuji asked, holding up his phone to show Megumi a picture of a plush bunny. It was oversized, soft-looking, and its floppy ears gave it an endearing charm.

Megumi raised an eyebrow at his obvious choice but nodded. "That could work. She needs something she can hold onto. Add it to the cart."

Yuji grinned, quickly clicking the button. "This is kind of fun. Like... we’re building her a whole little world. What else does she need?"

Megumi exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "She needs bedding. Weighted blankets, soft pillows—things that feel grounding. And we should avoid anything too scented. Her senses are probably still overloaded."

Yuji tilted his head. "You’re really good at this, you know."

"It’s not about being good at it," Megumi replied, his tone serious. "It’s about making sure she has everything she needs. She’s been through enough."

He took a big breath. “Besides, my Mother was a hybrid.” Yuji blinked, his lips parting as if to speak, but he thought better of it and nodded silently. Megumi was grateful for the lack of questions. The subject of his family—particularly his mother and the Zen'in—were topics he rarely revisited.

Yuji continued scrolling. After a moment, he held up another suggestion: stackable cloud-shaped pillows. "These are cute—and practical for nesting. She can stack them or surround herself with them."

Megumi leaned over to inspect the screen and gave a small nod of approval. "Add them."

They spent the next hour carefully curating a collection of items: soft bedding, nesting toys, calming sensory aids, and clothing. Megumi was meticulous, double-checking product descriptions to ensure everything met the standards he’d read about.

"What about clothes?" Yuji asked, holding up a picture of a lavender hoodie with bunny ears on the hood.

Megumi rolled his eyes but added it to the cart. "Fine. But make sure it’s 100% cotton."

By the time they were done, the cart was overflowing, the total displayed on the screen causing Yuji to let out a low whistle.

"Think Gojo’s going to notice we spent this much?"

Megumi smirked faintly, clicking the checkout button without hesitation. "It’s his card. If he complains, I’ll remind him it’s for her."

Yuji laughed, leaning back against the couch. "She’s going to love this. We did good, huh?"

Megumi nodded, his gaze lingering on the confirmation screen. "Yeah," he said softly. 

–~

The office chair creaked softly as Satoru leaned back, his long legs stretched out, his arms draped loosely over the armrests. The study was quiet except for the faint rustle of wind brushing against the windows. He stared out at the expansive garden, the rows of carefully tended flowers and neatly trimmed hedges bathed in the pale morning light. Normally, this view brought him peace—a sense of control over the chaos of his world. But today, it felt distant, almost foreign, like a memory slipping through his fingers.

His thoughts drifted back to the conversation he’d had with Shoko the night before, her clinical, emotionless tone cutting through truths he hadn’t wanted to hear.

"She’s not just any hybrid," Shoko had said, her voice low, her cigarette balanced delicately between her fingers. They were alone in his study, the door shut tight—far from the boys and the Hybrid girl who slept fitfully in the Omega wing.

Satoru hadn’t responded immediately. His sharp, almost playful demeanor had been replaced with something heavier. He perched on the edge of his desk, watching as Shoko tapped ash into the tray. “I need more than just vague statements, Shoko,” he said at last, his voice deceptively light, though an unmistakable edge ran beneath his words. "What nonsense have my boys gotten themselves mixed up in now?"

She exhaled, smoke curling around her like a protective veil. "You’re dealing with a conspiracy that’s a lot uglier than drugs, Satoru."

"I’m aware," he snapped, sharper than intended. His sandalwood pheromones flared, filling the room with an oppressive weight. His patience was wearing thin.

Shoko, unbothered by his growing agitation, leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees. “I’m sure you noticed the small scar near her left hip,” she began, her voice calm, her words deliberate.

He had noticed. When he’d run his fingers along her legs to soothe her, he’d brushed over it—a faint, healing wound. At the time, he’d dismissed it as nothing more than a scratch.

“At first, I thought it was from an old injury,” Shoko continued, “but then I realized it wasn’t just a scar. It’s a surgical site.” She paused to take another drag of her cigarette. “She most definitely had a tracker—and someone removed it.”

Satoru’s jaw tightened, his cheek twitching as he fought the wave of anger building inside him. His smirk was long gone, replaced by a grim set to his lips. He pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling the tension of a coming headache.

“She was likely taken from one of the suppliers,” Shoko went on, ignoring his growing silence. “Someone removed her from the market—but not cleanly.” Her fingers tapped ash into the tray again. “There are no markings, brandings, or tattoos on her body. No serial numbers. Whoever had her before those idiots who stole from you never intended for her to be publicly available.”

“A private sale,” Satoru concluded, his voice low.

Shoko nodded. “Exactly. Private sales mean higher security. More money.”

Satoru’s mind churned. The street gang that had taken her was just one piece of a much larger puzzle. They were too stupid to have realized what they’d stolen. You must have seemed like just another auction bunny to them—valuable, but not irreplaceable. They had been fools to steal from Gojo Satoru. Whoever they’d gotten you from would surely be looking for you. He needed to find them first.

“I ran her blood work,” Shoko said. “She’s healthy outside of the sedatives and drugs they pumped into her. No STDs, and she isn’t pregnant.”

A small relief, but it did little to soothe Satoru’s simmering frustration.

“There’s something else,” Shoko added, lighting another cigarette as she leaned back on the couch. Her eyes lazily wandered around the study, but her tone remained serious.

“There always is,” Satoru muttered, his voice heavy.

“Bunny hybrids are incredibly rare, Satoru. There aren’t too many of them in Japan. She might have been bred here, but it’s also possible she was imported—from somewhere like the Caribbean or Eastern Europe.” She brushed a bit of ash off her doctor’s coat. “Either way, they’re considered delicate, submissive, and... ideal for exploitation.”

Her words hung heavy in the air.

“I’m sure I don’t need to sugarcoat this for you,” Shoko continued, her eyes hard and unreadable. “She was most likely intended to be a sex slave or a toy for some rich bastard.”

Satoru closed his eyes briefly, his chest tightening. He had already suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed out loud made his stomach churn.

“I’ll send you some information about bunny hybrids,” Shoko said, standing and gathering her things. “You should explain the situation to Yuji and Megumi—they deserve to know.”

Satoru rose, though he found his legs felt heavier than usual. “Right. I will.”

Shoko opened the door but hesitated, glancing over her shoulder. “You should talk to Geto. He might be able to—”

“I’m not talking to Geto.”

The sharpness in his voice sent a cold wave through the room. His scent turned biting and bitter, an unspoken warning.

“Okay.” Shoko nodded once before slipping out the door, leaving Satoru alone.

Back in his chair, Satoru slumped slightly, his gaze returning to the garden. The afternoon light seemed colder now, the beauty of the garden unable to chase away the heaviness pressing down on him. His instincts were screaming at him—to protect, to provide, to fix the mess the boys had unknowingly stumbled into.

His mind drifted to the boys again. Megumi’s quiet intensity, the way he studied her every move as though trying to decipher a puzzle. Yuji’s boundless optimism, his determination to make her smile. They didn’t know the full truth yet, and Gojo wasn’t sure when—or if—he should tell them.

He swore under his breath, running a hand through his hair. What kind of bullshit have his sweet Omegas gotten themselves into this time?

A soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. "Come in," he called, his voice steady despite the turmoil swirling inside him.

Ijichi stepped inside, his expression polite but wary. "Nanami is back, sir."

Satoru straightened, his usual smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Good. Send him in."

Satoru barely had time to gather his thoughts after Shoko left before the knock came at his study door. It was firm, deliberate. Nanami, no doubt.

“Come in,” Satoru called, his tone light, though his head was still heavy with the weight of the night’s revelations.

The door opened, and in stepped Nanami Kento, as composed as ever. His blond hair was neatly combed back, though a few strands fell stubbornly over his forehead. His signature glasses caught the morning light, reflecting the sharp focus in his hazel eyes. He was dressed in his usual attire: a crisp dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms, and perfectly tailored slacks. There was an air of precision about him, as if every detail was meticulously considered.

And then there was his scent—clover and spice, warm and grounding,  he wasn’t a Prime Alpha but his scent and presence came with an edge that made his Alpha presence unmistakable. It filled the room as he crossed the threshold, bringing with it a sense of quiet authority that even Satoru could respect.

“You called for me,” Nanami said, closing the door behind him. His voice was even, his tone measured.

Satoru leaned back in his chair, spinning it lazily to face Nanami. “Welcome back, Nanamin. How was the trip?”

Nanami’s expression didn’t change, though his brow twitched slightly at the nickname. “The payment has been retrieved,” he replied simply. His voice was low, steady, every word carefully measured. “The debtor has been... educated on the importance of punctuality.”

Satoru grinned, his tone teasing. “Efficient, as always. That’s why you’re my favorite accountant.”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, his expression unamused. “I doubt you called me here to praise my accounting skills. What’s this about?”

Satoru’s grin faded as he gestured to the chair across from his desk. “Take a seat. We need to talk about the Hybrid.”

Nanami’s gaze flicked briefly toward the garden outside the window before he sat down, his posture straight, his movements measured. “Go on.”

Satoru leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “You know she’s not just some random Hybrid the boys stumbled across. She’s part of something bigger—and darker.”

He outlined everything: the scar near your hip, the removed tracker, Shoko’s findings about your health and the probable private sale. Nanami listened without interrupting, his sharp eyes narrowing as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

“And what do you plan to do with her?” Nanami asked when Satoru finished.

Satoru leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “She stays here. She’s safer here than anywhere else. We both know whoever lost her will come looking, and I’m not about to let them get their hands on her again.”

Nanami folded his arms, his tone steady but firm. “Keeping her here is a temporary solution at best. What happens when Yuji and Megumi go back to university in six weeks? They can’t watch her on their own.”

Satoru paused, the mention of the boys’ impending return to classes stirring an ache of responsibility in his chest. He had encouraged them to continue their education, not necessarily for the benefit of the Six Eyes organization, but for their futures. Yuji’s boundless curiosity and Megumi’s sharp mind deserved more than the confines of Yakuza life. A university degree meant options, opportunities—ones he’d never had, growing up under the crushing weight of Gojo family expectations.

“They’ll go back to school,” Satoru said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. “and I’ve also taken steps to ensure she’s cared for while they’re away.”

Nanami tilted his head, his glasses catching the light. “Steps? Such as?”

“I’ve requested Sukuna and Toji to square up their jobs and return as early as possible,” Satoru said. His tone softened, though a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “They’ll help maintain order. They’re more than capable of handling things here.”

Nanami’s brows furrowed slightly, his scent sharpening with an undercurrent of unease. “You’re trusting Sukuna with this? And Toji? They’re not exactly the nurturing types.”

Satoru chuckled, the sound light but hollow. “They don’t need to be nurturing. Besides, she won’t be on her own. Megumi and Yuji may be busy, but they’ll still be around.”

Nanami let out a quiet sigh, his hands resting on the armrests of his chair. “You’re letting your primal instincts drive your decisions, Satoru. You’re not thinking this through rationally. Keeping her here puts everyone at risk—including the boys.” Nanami continued “Sukuna and Toji are also Prime Alpha’s or have you forgotten?”

Satoru’s scent shifted, the sandalwood growing sharper, colder. “We were caught up in this the moment they brought her home. Sending her away won’t solve the problem. Sukuna and Toji don’t need to interact with her more than necessary, they just need to keep her safe.” 

Nanami’s gaze didn’t waver, though the tension between them was palpable. “The boys are already attached to her. You’re encouraging that attachment.”

“That’s where you come in,” Satoru said, his tone lightening slightly, though the seriousness in his eyes remained. “You’re in charge of their punishment. Teach them a lesson. Make sure they understand the consequences of their actions.”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, his expression unimpressed. “They should have known better. But this isn’t just about teaching them a lesson. You’re asking me to clean up a mess you allowed to happen.”

Satoru’s grin faded, replaced by a rare sincerity. “I’m asking you to prepare them for what’s coming. This isn’t just about her. It’s about keeping all of them safe.”

The room fell into silence, the weight of their conversation hanging heavily in the air. Finally, Nanami let out a quiet sigh, his scent softening slightly. “Fine,” he said, his voice measured. “I’ll assist. But I won’t meet her—not until she’s recovered more. There’s no need to overwhelm her with another Alpha presence right now.”

Satoru inclined his head, his gaze steady. “Fair enough.”

Nanami stood, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt with practiced precision. He paused at the door, glancing back at Satoru. “You’d better hope your instincts are right about this.”

Satoru leaned back in his chair, his blue eyes glinting with a faint smirk. “They usually are.”

Nanami said nothing more, his footsteps fading down the hall.

[meruemhq]

Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again. [Chapter 3]

Master List

Gojo’s entrance shattered the quiet like a bolt of lightning. His eyes, normally brimming with mischief, darkened as they locked onto you curled in Yuuji’s lap. The playful smirk that typically adorned his face was gone, replaced by a sharp stillness that filled the room.

Yuuji’s grip on you tightened protectively, his voice firm despite the tension in the air. “We found her.”

Gojo’s gaze flickered to Megumi, his brows raised in disbelief. “You found her?” he repeated slowly, the words dripping with incredulity. “Tell me everything, Yuji.”

Gojo was playing a dirty game. He knew Megumi would find someway out of this precarious situation. Yuji was a terrible liar. Megumi could imagine how terrible this situation looked. Two teenage boys, layed in bed with a trembling hybrid.

Words fell out of Yuji’s mouth like vomit. He had told Gojo everything. How he stole the van, how they got the boxes back, how they burnt down the facility and how they found you in that cage.

He was an honest kid. Maybe too honest. Yuji’s mouth got him in trouble plenty of times, but it came from a good place. They both owed so much to Gojo. Although he was nervous about Gojo’s reaction, it was imperative that Gojo knew what they had done. What they had gotten themselves into. What had possibly happened to you. 

Gojo’s eye’s seemed to glow, a deep frown marred his pale face.

“You’re telling me that you too not only went against my direct orders but brought home evidence of it.”

Megumi’s stomach churned. He’d known this conversation was inevitable, but facing Gojo’s disappointment stung more than he’d anticipated. “We couldn’t just leave her there,” he hurried to say, his voice sharper than he intended. Maybe if he pleads their case from the jump Gojo would be more lenient. “She was tied up like an animal.”

“And you didn’t think to check if she had a tracker on her did you?” Gojo’s tone was icy, his gaze cutting through Megumi like a blade.

The realization hit Megumi like a punch to the gut. In the rush of the night, he hadn’t even considered it. His silence was answer enough.

Gojo let out a long, measured sigh, running a hand through his hair. “You two are unbelievable. Do you have any idea what you might’ve brought down on us? On her?”

“She’s not wearing anything that could hold a tracker,” Yuji interjected, his voice tight with defensiveness.

 “It doesn’t matter if it isn’t on her,” Gojo’s voice got louder. “It could be in her!”

Gojo had released pheromones with the intent to force Yuji and Megumi to submit, it also had the same effects on you.

“Our compound and location might be public knowledge. But, now whoever owns her could now know that I have her!”

He spat the word ‘owns’ as if it had burned his tongue. 

You whined and tried burying yourself into the bed, away from Yuji. Megumi’s chest tightened but even he was scared to move under Gojo’s eye. Pathetic.

Gojo’s gaze softened as it returned to you. You were trembling, your body tense and rigid against the mattress, your hand gripping Yuji’s shirt. The faint whine you let out cut through the room like a plea, Yuji tried to calm you like before but it didn’t work.

“Hey,” Gojo said, his voice dropping to a gentler register as he crouched beside the bed. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

You didn’t respond, your wide eyes darting nervously between Gojo and the door. Your bunny ears pressed flat against your head, a clear sign of your distress.

“What’s your name?” He tried again, his tone coaxing. “Can you tell me?”

Another whine escaped your lips, your small hands clutching at Yuji’s shirt tighter. Megumi held his breath and watched as Gojo’s expression softened even further. He lowered his head, resting it on the edge of the mattress, exposing his neck in a clear gesture of submission.

A deep rubble echoed out of Gojo’s chest. A smooth baritone that ran like milk down Megumi’s spine. Megumi’s body lacked, lightly leaning on to Yuji who snaked an arm around his waist.

Gojo’s pheromones turned calming and serene. Combined with the bright and warm sunlight that came through the half open blinds, the room felt so safe, so warm. A fuzzy feeling built in Megumi’s stomach - one he hadn’t felt in a long while. Yuji must have felt it too, given the new weight that pressed onto Megumi’s shoulder. 

The room was silent save for your shaky breaths. Slowly, cautiously, you shifted, leaning closer to Satoru. Megumi watched your slow cautious movements. Your nose twitched as you caught on to what Megumi guessed was his scent, and something in your posture eased.

No words were exchanged between you two. And now Megumi understood why they say that hybrids are creatures of pure instinct. Something in your biology told you that the source of this scent was safe, and you obeyed it.

“There we go,” Gojo said softly, his voice laced with relief. “That’s it.”

He lifted his head just enough to meet your gaze, his bright blue eyes steady and calm. When you didn’t pull away, he extended a hand slowly, giving you plenty of time to retreat if you chose. Instead, you leaned forward, pressing your face into his palm. A deep purr rumbled from your chest, the sound vibrating through the room.

Megumi felt a pang of something sharp and unwelcome twist in his chest. He’d spent hours trying to calm you, to make you feel safe, and yet it had taken Gojo mere moments. The sight of you nuzzling into Gojo’s hand, your ears perking up ever so slightly, stirred an uncomfortable mix of emotions he didn’t care to examine too closely.

“Good girl,” Gojo murmured, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

Your response was immediate, your body relaxing completely as you leaned into him. Gojo sat up on the bed and pulled you into his lap, cradling you against his chest as if you were a delicate petal. You let out a soft, contented hum, your fingers finding him and tugging at his gently.

“She’s… acting different with him,” Yuuji muttered quietly in Megumi’s ear. 

You were responding to Gojo’s pheromones. Prime Alphas have a stronger pull on Hybrids. It’s biology. Megumi’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. The logical part of him understood, but it didn’t make the knot of jealousy in his chest any less suffocating.

Gojo continued to speak softly to you, asking questions in a gentle, almost hypnotic cadence. His demeanor did a complete 180 now that his attention was on you.

 “Can you tell me how you ended up with those bad people? Did they hurt you?”

Your only response was a soft whimper, your head ducking lower as you avoided his gaze. Gojo crooned softly, a low, calming sound that made you relax further in his arms.

“It’s okay,” he said, pressing his chin lightly against the top of your head. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I’m here.” Gojo ran his hands along your exposed legs, his finger catching on the cuts, bruises and scars that marked you.

Megumi couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene before him. The way Gojo held you, the way you clung to him as if he were the only safe thing in the world, was unlike anything he’d ever seen. It was primal, instinctual.

After what felt like an eternity, Gojo looked up, his gaze snapping back to Megumi and Yuuji. 

“We’re calling Shoko. She needs a full check-up. And we’re scanning her for a tracker. Now.”

Megumi nodded, already reaching for his phone. He couldn’t argue, not when the stakes were this high. As he dialed Shoko’s number, he heard Gojo murmuring to you again, his voice low and soothing.

“You’re going to be just fine,” Gojo said, his lips brushing against your temple. “I promise.”

Shoko arrived an hour later, her expression neutral but her eyes sharp as she walked into the room. It seemed that Megumi’s four walls were seeing all the action today.  You were still curled in Satoru’s lap, your fingers absently playing with the fabric of his shirt.

Shoko was a Beta and an old friend of Gojo. Admittedly, Megumi didn’t know much about her. Shoko was the doctor Gojo always called when he needed one. She was obviously trustworthy if Gojo was allowing her to see you.

“So,” she said, setting her bag down on the dresser on the wall opposite the bed. “This is the bunny causing all the fuss?”

Gojo’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “Play nice, Shoko. She’s been through enough.”

Shoko’s gaze softened as she approached, her movements slow and deliberate. “Hey there,” she said gently, crouching down to your level. “I’m Shoko. I’m here to make sure you’re okay. Is that alright?”

You looked at her nervously, your ears twitching as you pressed yourself further into Satoru’s chest. He chuffed softly again, and you relaxed slightly, though your grip on his shirt didn’t loosen.

“I’ll be quick,” Shoko promised, her voice calm and steady.  She went into her bag. She glanced up at Satoru.

“Hold her steady. I need to scan for a tracker first. If she has one, we'll have bigger problems than a routine check-up.”

Gojo adjusted you slightly, his hand resting protectively on the back of your head. “Go ahead,” he said softly. “She’s fine.”

Shoko pulled out a small scanner, its screen flickering to life with a soft hum. As she ran it over your body, the room held its breath. Megumi clenched his fists, silently praying that they hadn’t made a monumental mistake by bringing you here.

Shoko's calm demeanor belied the tension in the room as she knelt near you, holding the scanner steadily. As a Beta, her scent was neutral, unintrusive, but Megumi noticed the way your body stiffened in Gojo’s lap, your soft ears flattening slightly against your curls. You shifted uneasily, small whines escaping your throat as your fingers clutched Gojo’s Dress shirt.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Gojo murmured, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back. He leaned down and pressed his chin lightly on your head, releasing soothing pheromones in waves. The faint chuffing sound he made seemed to calm you enough that you stopped trembling. Still, your wary gaze flickered toward Shoko and the unfamiliar device in her hand.

“She’s terrified of me,” Shoko observed quietly, not offended but matter-of-fact. “It’s not unusual for Hybrids, especially ones with her history. They’re often conditioned to fear medics—probably had bad experiences before.”

“Probably?” Megumi asked, his voice sharper than intended. “Do you mean she’s been hurt by—”

“Most likely,” Shoko said bluntly, glancing at him. “They use Betas for that kind of work for a reason. We don’t have the same scent triggers or overwhelming pheromonal influence. That makes us... convenient for handling Hybrids. Easier to manipulate. Easier to hurt.”

Megumi’s stomach churned, and he saw Yuji’s fists clench in his peripheral vision. “That’s disgusting,” Yuji muttered, his voice heavy with anger. “Why Betas? Just because they don’t leave a scent trail?”

Shoko nodded. “Exactly. No emotional imprints, no pheromonal ties. Whatever they did to her, there’s no lingering trace of it in her instincts, so it’s harder to pinpoint the abuser. But that also means Hybrids don’t know what to make of us—it’s all fear with no other biological context to ground it.”

“And that’s why we’re going to work quickly,” Shoko replied coolly. She glanced at Gojo. “Keep her focused on you. Make her feel safe.”

Yuji sat cross-legged on the bed, pulling out his phone. “Hey, look at this,” he said softly, holding the screen up to you. A video began to play—bright colors, cheerful music, and animated characters dancing. Your ears twitched, lifting slightly, and your head tilted as the motion caught your eye.

“She likes it,” Yuji whispered, showing you another clip. You leaned toward the phone, curiosity momentarily overshadowing your fear. Your tail gave the faintest flick, a movement so small Megumi wasn’t sure he hadn’t imagined it.

While your attention was absorbed, Shoko resumed her work, scanning your body methodically. The faint hum of the scanner didn’t seem to bother you this time, but you still pressed closer to Satoru, your small hands gripping his shirt.

“No tracker,” Shoko said at last, relief evident in her tone. She powered down the scanner and placed it in her bag. “But she’s malnourished, dehydrated, and running a fever. I’ll need to check her vitals and draw some blood.”

Gojo tensed slightly. “You’re sure that’s necessary?”

“Yes,” Shoko replied firmly. “I’ll be quick, but we need to rule out any serious conditions. If she has an infection or any lingering drugs in her system, we’ll need to treat her immediately.”

“Do it,” Gojo said, his voice low but steady. He shifted slightly, positioning you more securely against him. “We'll keep her calm.”

Shoko moved with practiced efficiency, pulling out a stethoscope and gently pressing it to your chest. You flinched at the cold touch but didn’t pull away completely, your focus still half-fixed on Yuji’s phone. Gojo hummed softly, his fingers stroking your ears with slow, deliberate care. The soothing vibrations of his voice seemed to ground you, and your breathing steadied.

When Shoko brought out the needle, however, your reaction was immediate. You whimpered, your body going rigid, and your hands clutched at Satoru’s jacket.

“No, no, no,” you whispered, the words barely audible but filled with panic. 

Gojo froze, his eyes widening. This was the first word you had spoken since he found you. Megumi wanted to treat it as a milestone, but given its context his mood soured. 

Megumi and Yuji exchanged shocked glances, but Shoko remained focused. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice calm. “Just one quick poke, and it’ll be over. I promise.”

You shook your head violently, your breath coming in sharp gasps. Satoru’s arms tightened around you, and he leaned down, pressing his forehead gently to yours. “Shh,” he murmured. “No one’s going to hurt you. I’m right here.”

Your wide, frightened eyes met his, and Gojo let out a deep chuff, his pheromones enveloping you in a protective cocoon. Slowly, your trembling eased, though you still whimpered softly.

“Yuji, keep showing her the videos,” Gojo instructed, his voice steady but firm. “And Megumi, get me something for her to hold. A blanket, a toy, anything.”

Megumi scrambled to the corner of the room, grabbing a soft blanket they’d found earlier. He handed it to Satoru, who draped it over you, wrapping you snugly.

“Here, sweetheart,” Gojo said, holding your hand gently. “Squeeze my hand, okay? Focus on me.”

Shoko worked quickly, drawing the blood sample in a matter of seconds. Your eyes filled with tears, but you didn’t fight, your lack of fight worried Megumi but he said nothing. He thought back to your strange behaviour in the bathroom.

 As soon as the needle was gone, you buried your face in his chest, your body shaking with silent sobs.

“Done,” Shoko announced, capping the vial and placing it in her bag. 

Gojo didn’t respond immediately, his focus entirely on you. “It’s over,” he whispered, rocking you gently. “You did so well. I’m proud of you.”

Your cries subsided gradually, replaced by soft sniffles. You clung to Satoru, your small frame almost disappearing against his larger one.

Shoko packed up her supplies and stood, her expression thoughtful. “Limit her exposure to Betas,” she advised. “The less we unsettle her, the better. She’s already been through enough.”

Gojo nodded, his hand never leaving your back. “Thank you, Shoko.”

Megumi watched the exchange, a knot of jealousy tightening in his chest. You had spoken—to Satoru, not to him. You trusted Satoru, leaned on him, found comfort in his presence. The connection between you and the Prime Alpha was undeniable.

He couldn’t begrudge you that comfort, not after everything you’d endured. But as he watched you nuzzle into Satoru’s chest, your soft whines fading into content purrs, he couldn’t help but feel the sting of inadequacy.

Gojo and Shoko leaned against the doorframe, her bag slung over her shoulder as she regarded the group. Shoko had prescribed some medication for your fever and recommended ointments for your bruising and cuts. 

Gojo had let you rest on the bed once you had calmed down. Megumi and Yuji quickly sprung to your side. They hugged and gently touched you. Pride bubbled up in Gojo’s chest at the way his Omega’s cherished you. You had quickly worked your way into his pack family. 

The tension in the room had subsided somewhat, but Gojo was still uneasy about what was to come. Having you here would be dangerous, but god be damned if he let you go now.

“She’s not like you,” Shoko began, her tone matter-of-fact but gentle. “Her needs, her instincts—they’re completely different from what you might expect from an Omega or even a healthy Hybrid. You need to understand what she requires to feel safe and comfortable if you’re going to take care of her.”

Gojo’s gaze sharpened. “What do we need to do?”

Shoko crossed her arms, her expression serious. “First and foremost, she’s childlike in many ways. Hybrids like her are often kept in environments where they’re intentionally infantilized. It stunts their emotional and psychological development. She might understand more than she lets on, but her behavior will reflect the conditioning she’s been subjected to.”

Gojo frowned but stayed silent. 

Shoko continued. “She needs care and patience. Her reactions—like the way she clings to you, Satoru—are based on instinct. Prime Alphas like you satisfy her biological need for protection. It’s why she feels safe with you, and why she’s so wary of me or anyone she doesn’t recognize as a protector.”

You whined and Yuji looked down at his phone, where the video he’d been showing you had stopped. 

“But what can we actually do for her? I mean, besides being nice to her.”

Shoko gave him a faint smile. “Start with her living space. She needs a nest—somewhere comfortable, enclosed, and full of comforting scents. Blankets, pillows, soft things she can burrow into. Include items that carry your scents—especially yours, Satoru. It’ll help her feel secure.”

“I’m sure Yuji and Megumi already understand this,” Shoko said. “It’s an instinctual need. Without it, she’ll feel restless and anxious. Let her build it herself if she wants to, but make sure she has the materials.”

Gojo nodded, his mind already running through the logistics. “What else?”

“Teething toys,” Shoko said. “She’s a bunny Hybrid, so her fangs will require stimulation. Without proper outlets, she might start gnawing on things—or people.” She glanced at the faint marks on Megumi’s fingers where you’d started to nip.

Gojo chuckled, glancing down at you. “Noted. Teething toys. Anything else?”

“Her diet,” Shoko continued. “Bunny Hybrids require a specific balance of nutrients. Fresh vegetables, fruits, and leafy greens will be essential. She’ll need plenty of hydration too—keep water available at all times. Avoid processed foods; they’re not good for her system.”

Yuji perked up, having heard their  conversation. “I can handle the food! I’ve got a pretty good idea of what bunnies like.”

Shoko smiled faintly. “Good. Just make sure it’s high-quality and fresh. No junk food.”

Megumi hesitated, his voice quieter when he spoke. “And what about... her mental health? How do we help her adjust?”

Shoko’s expression softened. “That’ll take time. The most important thing is to establish trust. Don’t push her to talk or do things she’s not ready for. Let her set the pace. Positive reinforcement will go a long way—praise her for small victories, make her feel valued. She’s been through a lot, and rebuilding her sense of self won’t happen overnight.”

Gojo shifted his footings and he glanced at the others. “Your other alpha’s and I will handle her safety and security. You two focus on everything else.”

Shoko raised an eyebrow. “Don’t overdo it, Satoru. Yes, If she becomes too dependent on one person, it’ll make things harder for her in the long run. But, introducing her to the others too quickly can have an adverse effect”

Gojo gave a short nod, though he didn’t look entirely convinced. “Anything else we should know?”

“Just one thing,” Shoko said, her gaze turning serious. “Limit her interactions with Betas as much as possible. Her fear of me isn’t unique—Hybrids like her are often traumatized by Betas because we don’t leave the same scent traces. She may never feel fully comfortable around us, and forcing the issue could do more harm than good.”

Shoko’s eyes softened as she glanced at you. “What matters now is that you give her the environment she needs to heal. She’s not just a responsibility—she’s someone who needs to feel safe, maybe for the first time in her life.”

The room fell silent, Shoko’s words hanging heavy in the air. Gojo looked back at you, his expression unreadable as you laid with Yuuji, watching an anime on his phone, your breathing slow and even.

“Thank you, Shoko,” he said at last. “We’ll take care of her.”

“You’d better,” Shoko replied, her tone lightening as she slung her bag over her shoulder. “I’ll check back in a few days to see how she’s doing. And don’t hesitate to call me if anything changes.”

Gojo already knew that he would do whatever it took to ensure you felt safe and loved—even if it meant completely upending his life.

“Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us.”

Megumi nodded, determination hardening his gaze. “We’ll manage. For her, we have to.”

The room felt lighter after Shoko’s departure, her instructions lingering in the air like an unspoken promise. You stayed nestled in with Yuji half-asleep and content, your soft breaths muffled against his chest. 

Gojo walked over to you and gently stroked the back of your head, his voice a low murmur. 

“Alright, little one. Time for me to make some calls. Megumi, Yuji—she’s all yours for now. Keep her comfortable.”

Megumi straightened, his brows furrowed. “What kind of calls?”

Gojo smirked, his trademark mischief glinting in his eyes. “The kind that ensures no one comes knocking down our door looking for her. And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little stunt.”

Yuji winced, scratching the back of his neck. “Ah come on!” he whined. You got his attention when the episode you were watching ended. Yuji quickly selected the next one.

“Consider this a temporary reprieve,” Gojo said, “But don’t get too comfortable. We’ll talk later.”

With that, he left the room, his departure leaving a quiet void. Yuji adjusted you against him, his cheerful energy tempered as he looked down at you. “Alright, what do you say we get you something to eat?”

You didn’t respond verbally, but your ears twitched slightly, and your head turned toward him. Megumi stood, already making his way toward the kitchen. “I’ll grab some more vegetables and fruit”

By the time Megumi returned, you were thoroughly engrossed in the videos, your earlier wariness replaced with quiet fascination. He set a tray down on the low table near his window, the assortment carefully arranged—slices of fresh carrots, apples, and cucumbers, alongside a small pile of leafy greens. Yuji gathered you up in his arms and sat down with you in his lap. You grumbled at being moved but settled down when he placed his phone in front of you.

Yuji leaned over to grab a piece of carrot. “Look at this spread, huh? Only the best for you.”

You hesitated, your eyes flicking between the food and Megumi, who held out an apple slice for you. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “You can eat. No one’s going to take it from you.”

After a moment, you reached out tentatively, and plucked the apple slice off of his hand. The sweetness seemed to surprise you, and you nibbled at it slowly, your expression softening further. Yuji grinned. “See? Told you we’d take care of you.”

Later, the three of you moved to the garden, where the late afternoon sun bathed everything in golden light. The garden was quiet and serene, none of the staff were out so it was just the three of you. They had taken you to a more secluded section of Gojo’s extensive home garden.

There were rows of flowers, a koi fish pond with a fountain and a gazebo with a table and chairs.

 You seemed mesmerized by the flowers, your fingers brushing against their petals as you moved through the carefully tended paths.

Yuji knelt by the koi pond, pointing out the fish that swam lazily in the water. “Look at these guys. Aren’t they cool?”

You crouched beside him, your ears twitching with curiosity. One of the koi swam close to the surface, and you reached out, your fingers just brushing the water, a koi tried swallowing your finger and you pulled back with a yelp.

 Yuji laughed softly. “Careful, they’ll think you’re trying to feed them.”

Megumi watched from a short distance, his arms crossed. The sight of you relaxing, even if only slightly, brought an unexpected warmth to his chest. It was a stark contrast to the tension he’d felt since they’d found you.

As the sun began to dip lower, your energy started to wane. Yuji noticed first, catching the way you leaned into his side, your movements growing sluggish. “Hey, Megumi,” he called, his voice soft. “I think she’s getting tired.”

Megumi nodded, stepping closer. “Let’s get her back to the room.”

Back in the room, you settled easily into the nest of blankets on the bed that Megumi and quickly piece together. It contained items from Yuji and all the Alpha’s, Megumi had reluctantly included Toji - you were bound to meet him eventually.

 Megumi sat nearby, watching as your breathing evened out, your body finally surrendering to the rest it desperately needed. Yuji perched on the edge of the bed, his gaze flicking between you and Megumi.

“She’s gonna be okay, right?” Yuji asked, his voice low. Yuji had been worried for you this entire time. Truth betold, Yuji needed his rest just like you. Under his eyes were dark and his shoulders held an unrecognizable weight.

Megumi nodded slowly. “Yeah. But it’s going to take time.”

They sat in silence for a while, the weight of everything that had happened settling over them. Eventually, they left the room, careful not to disturb you. They had work to do—starting with clearing out their side of the compound to give you a proper space of your own.

Gojo had given them this side of the compound to make them comfortable and give an extra sense of security when they went through their hearts. Megumi hoped that it would make you feel the same.

By the time Gojo Returned, the two of them were in the midst of moving furniture and gathering supplies. He raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the doorframe. “Starting without me?”

Megumi didn’t bother looking up. “We’re making her a space. A real one.”

Gojo nodded, his expression softening. “Good. But don’t expect her to use it anytime soon. She’s better off in one of our rooms for now. She needs comfort.”

Yuji paused, his arms full of blankets. “What about Nanami? He’s due back tomorrow. And Sukuna and Toji won’t be here for another week or two.”

Gojo smirked. “Nanami I'll manage. As for the others, we’ll deal with that when the time comes.”

Megumi straightened, his eyes narrowing slightly. “And what about us?”

Satoru’s smirk widened. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten your punishment.”

Yuji groaned, flopping onto the nearest chair. “Can’t we get a break? Just this once?”

“Nope,” Gojo Said cheerfully. “But for now, focus on her. She’s the priority.”

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving them to their work. Despite the lingering threat of Gojo’s punishment, Megumi couldn’t help but feel a quiet sense of satisfaction. You were safe, and for now, that was enough.

The past twelve hours had been a whirlwind. For you. Meeting Satoru, feeling the overwhelming presence of a Prime alpha had to have taken it out of you.. But out of all their alphas, Gojo had been the easiest to be around. His carefree nature and calm presence were a stark contrast to Sukuna and Toji.

Yuji sat beside you now, fidgeting nervously as he looked at Megumi.

"I think using your nesting supplies was a good idea. We should introduce her to their scents before they get here," Yuji suggested, his voice tentative. "It might help, right?" His attempt to find a solution seemed more for his own reassurance than anything else.

Megumi’s gaze softened, but his thoughts were more conflicted. “It might,” he muttered, his tone uncertain. “But we shouldn’t rush it. She’s had enough today.”

Dealing with Shoko had most definitely shook you up. Adding the stress of three more Alpha’s would do any good for you.

“Everyone won’t be back for a week or two,” Megumi added, trying to keep things in perspective. “Nanami’s not back until tomorrow, at least. That gives us time.”

Yuji nodded, though his eyes betrayed his nerves. He was still a little too eager to rush in, to make things easier for you, but Megumi could see how much he cared, how much he wanted to help.

“Yeah, we’ll take it slow,” Megumi said, glancing at you. “One step at a time, okay?”

Megumi watched you carefully, his concern growing. He saw the way you were still adjusting, still trying to make sense of everything. You hadn’t been given time to breathe, Megumi couldn’t help but feel protective.

“We should also get her some clothes.” Megumi said, “She can’t stay in your hoodie forever.”

“Awww but why?” Yuji whined, “She looks so cute.” 

Megumi rolled his eyes.

For now, though, he was content to let you rest, to let you find a little peace. Tomorrow was a new day, and there would be time to prepare for what was coming, they still didn’t know your name. But tonight, it was just the three of you—Yuji, him, and you—and that was enough for now.

[meruemhq]

Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again. [Chapter 2]

Master List

The situation just got a shit-ton worse.

Megumi couldn’t stop the sharp edge of panic from creeping into his chest as he stared at your form in the cage. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Tonight was supposed to be a quick job—get in, torch the place, and get out. No complications, no witnesses. Yet here they were, with the unmistakable scent of distressed Omega pheromones thick in the air, a caged Hybrid lying in front of them, and time slipping away with every passing second.

He didn’t even know how to begin processing what he was seeing. Hybrid Omegas weren’t just rare—they were cherished, protected, practically sacred in their world. The hierarchy of their society didn’t afford much grace to Omegas like him or Yuuji, but Hybrid Omegas? They were treated as something entirely different. While Prime Alphas were rare—1 in 1,000—Hybrid Omegas were even scarcer, appearing at a statistical rate of 1 in 10,000.

They didn’t just obey instincts—they were instinct. Their animal traits weren’t just for show; they came with a profound connection to the primal rhythms of nature. And here you were, curled up like a wounded animal, with your spotted bunny ears pressed flat against your head, your mahogany skin glistening faintly under the harsh light.

Why would a Hybrid be bound, sedated and clearly abandoned in a place like this? What bullshit had Yuuji gotten them into now?

“Megumi,” Yuuji said, crouching beside him, his voice breaking through the haze of panic. “Breathe. You’re freaking out.”

Megumi’s hands trembled as they gripped the lock cutter. “She’s a Hybrid. Do you have any idea what kind of heat this is going to bring down on us? On Gojo and the organization?”

Yuuji placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “Focus. We need to get her out of here first. Worry about the rest later. We can’t just leave her like this.”

The calm in Yuuji’s voice steadied Megumi enough to get to work. Things like this were always easier for Yuuji to handle—to digest. Toji had joked that Megumi wasn’t cut out for this lifestyle, and Gojo had defended him. But what if his deadbeat father was right? What if Megumi was just playing a game he was bound to lose? But Yuuji was right—all that would have to wait. They needed to get you out of here.

Together, they freed you from the cage, undoing the ropes that cut into your wrists and ankles. You were dressed in a dirty white sleeveless dress that looked more like rags. You stirred faintly but didn’t wake, your dark curls brushing against Yuuji’s hoodie as he draped it over your shoulders. Your scent, thick with fear, tugged at Megumi’s protective instincts, even as it made his stomach churn with unease.

“We need to make it look like she didn’t make it,” Megumi muttered, his thoughts racing. “Cut her hair and clothes, leave some DNA. If we don’t leave a trace, they’ll know that she got out.”

Yuuji hesitated but nodded, his face set in grim determination. “Fine. But we’re not shaving her bald. Just enough to leave behind.”

They worked quickly. Yuuji used a pocket knife to cut the rags that covered you. He had to wrestle to get it off your arms and through the hoodie’s sleeves, but he managed. He then trimmed a chunk of your curls, leaving enough to survive the fire. Your dark brown strands fell to the floor, blending into the dirt and debris. It was a terrible haircut, but they were working with what little time they had.

“Done,” Yuuji said softly. He lifted you into his arms as though you weighed nothing. “I’ll get her to the van. You finish up here.”

Megumi nodded, grabbing the gas can and pouring its contents over every surface in the back cage. The sharp, acrid smell made his eyes and nose sting, but he didn’t stop until the entire room reeked of fuel. When he was satisfied, he went back up to the floor opening in the shipping container and lit a match, watching the tiny flame flicker in the dim light before tossing it down the stairs. The fire roared to life instantly, devouring the remnants of the facility as he turned and ran for the van.

In the van, you lay across Megumi’s lap, your body still and fragile beneath Yuuji’s oversized hoodie. Your head lolled to the side, ears twitching faintly in response to the rumble of the engine. Megumi placed a hand on your forehead, noting the feverish heat of your skin.

“She’s burning up,” he muttered.

Yuuji glanced at you from the driver’s seat. “She might be in shock. Or it could be her Hybrid physiology. I don’t know, man. They don’t exactly teach us this stuff.”

Their world was ruled by instinct, but it wasn’t without structure. Prime Alphas like Gojo Gojosat at the top of the hierarchy, their overwhelming presence and pheromones impossible to ignore. Alphas followed, then Betas, with Omegas like Megumi and Yuuji at the bottom. Hybrid Omegas, though technically beneath even standard Omegas, were treated like delicate treasures—rare, beautiful, and utterly dependent on the goodwill of those around them.

The idea that someone could cage and mistreat you was unthinkable. But then, Megumi thought bitterly, their world wasn’t exactly kind to anyone who fell outside the lines of power.

“What the hell was she doing there?” Yuuji asked, breaking the silence.

Megumi shook his head. “I don’t know. Could be trafficking. The Zen’ins and other organizations like them make money off selling bodies.”

The Zen’ins were a topic Megumi liked to avoid. He would have been sold to them if it weren’t for Gojo.

Yuuji gritted his teeth. “But she’s a Hybrid. That’s... it’s sick.”

“Yeah. But some people don’t care. To them, she’s just another commodity.”

“That’s illegal.”

Megumi shot him a look. “We’re not exactly saints either.”

“Yeah, but we’re not monsters. Weed doesn’t hurt anyone—not like this.”

Their conversation was cut short when you stirred, a soft whimper escaping your lips. Megumi froze, his heart lurching in his chest.

“She’s waking up,” he whispered.

Your eyes fluttered open, wide and unfocused, before you began to thrash weakly, your body trembling with panic. The distressed whine of your pheromones spiked, filling the van and sending Megumi’s instincts into overdrive.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said, his voice soft and soothing. He reached out, gripping your legs and holding them still. “You’re safe. It’s okay.”

But you didn’t stop, your foot kicking out and catching Yuuji on the shoulder. The van swerved violently, and Yuuji cursed as he fought to steady the wheel.

“Hold her!” Yuuji shouted.

Megumi pulled you closer, cradling you against his chest. His mind raced, searching for a solution. Whenever he panicked, Gojo would hold him by the neck, pressing his scent gland to Megumi’s face until the world felt manageable again.

It was worth a shot.

Megumi tilted his head, pressing your nose to his scent gland, pumping calming pheromones that he hoped would work on you. “Shh,” he murmured, his voice low and calming. “You’re okay. Just breathe.”

The effect was almost immediate. Your body went slack against his, your breathing slowing.

“She’s responding to you,” Yuuji said, his voice tinged with relief. “That’s great.”

“Yeah,” Megumi replied, his own relief tempered by the lingering tension in his chest. He grabbed a water bottle from the center console and pressed it to your lips. “Here. Drink.”

Even in your half-awake state, you drank greedily, and he had to pull it away to keep you from choking. “Easy,” he said softly. You whined at the empty bottle. “I’ll get you more.”

You whined again but eventually relaxed, your head resting against his shoulder as your eyes drifted shut.

By the time they reached the house, dawn was breaking over the horizon. The faint light did nothing to ease the weight in Megumi’s chest as they carried you inside, working quickly to start a bath and gather food from the kitchen for you.

As Megumi guided you to the prepared bath, you wasted no time in removing Yuuji’s hoodie. Megumi wanted to give you the decency of looking away, but the short time you were shirtless before him revealed scars that stood starkly against your mahogany skin—a testament to whatever hell you’d endured.

You were too thin for a bunny Hybrid, your ribs visible beneath your delicate frame. Megumi also found it suspicious how comfortable you were stripping in front of him.

Yes, Omegas were more comfortable with each other and often sought solace in one another over Alphas. But that was only under certain circumstances—close companionship or shared unmated status. You were unmated, as evident by the lack of claim marks on your neck, but Megumi was a stranger to you. There was no need to be so open.

Yet, when he looked closer, your body language told a different story. Your gaze stayed fixed on the ground, your hands balled stiffly at your sides. You were afraid and trying to hide it.

Megumi pushed Yuuji—who had returned with fruit bread and water and was openly staring at your ears and tail—out of the bathroom to give you space. He only returned when you shyly peeked your head out from the bathroom door.

Dressed now, you clung to Yuuji’s hoodie. Megumi added his boxers to your makeshift outfit so you wouldn’t be completely bare.

He sat you down to trim your hair evenly. You remained silent but leaned into his touch, purring absentmindedly—a good, healthy sound for an Omega. It was much different from the distressed whines you’d made earlier. Megumi found his own purr echoing yours.

“She likes touch,” Yuuji murmured as he ran a hand gently over your legs, his touch soft and careful. He sat on the floor near you, eyes low with sleep.

You had started dozing off as well, your head leaning back on Megumi’s shoulder. Your freshly washed, even hair allowed him to get a good look at your face.

Megumi picked you up—not as easily as Yuuji—and guided you to his bed. Once your head hit the pillow, you curled up instinctively, your ears twitching faintly. You yawned but didn’t speak. Yuuji coaxed you into eating some of the fruit and bread he had brought.

“She’s still burning up,” Yuuji muttered, his palm resting on your forehead.

Megumi’s mind raced with questions. What kind of medicine could you take? How different was your physiology from his or Yuuji’s?

Yuuji joined you in bed, curling up on one side of you. Megumi positioned himself on the other side, hoping the arrangement would make you feel safe rather than trapped.

There was so much to do. As you drifted off, Megumi scrolled through his phone, reading news articles, academic papers, and subreddits, trying to find any information he could about Hybrid Omegas—about you.

The door slammed open, jolting Megumi awake. He hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep. The sun was much higher in the sky.

“Megumi!”

Satoru’s voice was as loud and cheerful as ever. Megumi had forgotten Gojo’s obsession with scaring him awake. And, as always, he never knew how to read a room.

He threw himself onto the bed without hesitation, startling Yuuji and you awake.

You immediately began to cry out, the room filled with the sounds and scent of your panic. Yuuji, being closest to you, pulled you into his lap, sleepily cooing soft, calming words to you.

Satoru, for once, went silent. His usually bright eyes darkened, pupils blown wide as his gaze locked on you.

“Why,” he finally said, his voice low and dangerous, “is there a bunny in your bed?”

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Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again [Chapter 1]

Master List

Alpha Gojo Satoru runs 80% of Japan's underground marijuana production. When a shipment goes missing Yuji takes it upon himself to retrieve the missing goods - all the while dragging Megumi into his shenanigans.

Among the stolen boxes and potted plants they find a Hybrid Omega.

It quickly sets in that this is a world far larger than illegal substances and turf wars.

Tonight's raid was unplanned, disorganized, and unsanctioned. A new street gang had shown up and started causing a ruckus on home turf. Gojo had laughed it off, dismissing them as nothing more than amateurs—big moves with even bigger noise, bound to catch the authorities' attention. They'd run themselves into the ground or straight into a jail cell, and Gojo wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

But Yuji caught wind of a shipment of bush that had gone missing and decided to take matters into his own hands, dragging Megumi along for the ride. Megumi, of course, voiced his complaints, but Yuji was as stubborn as a mule—someone had made a move against their pack, and he wasn’t about to let it slide. Alpha or not, no one crossed them without facing the consequences.

Megumi wouldn’t let him go alone, even though he truly wanted nothing to do with Yuji's airheaded antics. Still, Yuji was doing it for the pack, for Gojo, and Megumi could respect that. Even if he already dreaded the trouble they’d face when tonight’s events reached the pack. The last time Yuji got involved where he shouldn’t have, Sukuna had made sure his butt stung for a week.

It was a simple job. Sneak in after dark and light the place on fire.

Todo was the one who had provided the tip. Megumi wasn’t clear on where Todo had gotten his information, but Yuji had insisted it was legit. (Yuji’s confidence did little to ease Megumi’s concerns about its authenticity.) Still, Todo and Yuji shared a strange connection that defied normal understanding. Todo was also a known informant who sold intel, so his claim wasn’t entirely outlandish.

“We’re here.” Yuji had swiped a delivery van from the compound, conveniently left unlocked by Ijichi.

They pulled up to a rusted shipping container off a dirt path, two hours outside the city. The grass leading to it was dead, leaving only flat sand and scattered pebbles. Cut-down trees lay around in varying stages of processing. Signs of activity were evident, but it wasn’t much—just weeds and tree branches growing freely around and even on top of the container. Who knew weeds could grow on metal? The place looked more like a secret hangout for kids or a shelter for wild animals than an operational facility.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Megumi asked, exasperated. “Looks like an abandoned shithole.”

A grin split Yuji’s face as they climbed out of the van. “I’m sure of it! This is exactly how new gangs and growers set up their operations.” Yuji twirled the van keys around his finger, their jingle filling the air. “C’mon, let’s check the perimeter and get inside.” Yuji pulled down his ski mask and untucked his Glock.

Megumi rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Though both presented as Omegas, Yuji’s dominant and cheery personality attracted both Omegas and Alphas alike.

Megumi pulled on his own black ski mask, unclipped his Glock, and joined Yuji in checking the container's perimeter. Once they confirmed the area was clear, they regrouped at the van. They silently unloaded the gasoline cans. Megumi pocketed the matchbox.

With no vehicles or visible human activity nearby, they’d have to move quickly. Get in, find the stolen merchandise, burn the place, and make it back home before Gojo and the others woke up.

Yuji snapped the padlock and chains with a cutter. The place had awful security.

The container doors swung open, revealing a dusty interior no different from an abandoned shed. Barely touched tools hung on the walls and lay neatly on the workbench. Logs and timber were stacked in one corner, catching dust and sprouting mushrooms.

Megumi shot Yuji a bored look but couldn’t deny he found the setup mildly interesting. To the untrained eye, it looked like an abandoned woodworker’s shop. But its isolated location and meticulously arranged tools hinted at something else.

“Okay, where is it?” he asked.

With an excited laugh, Yuji pushed the workbench aside to reveal a stairwell leading underground. The faint glow of fluorescent grow lights lit his face.

“See? Told you!” Yuji exclaimed, practically bouncing on his heels in anticipation of Megumi’s praise. If he had a tail, it would’ve been wagging.

“Yes, yes, Itadori. What a good boy.” Megumi drew his gun. “Now, come on. We’ve only got a few hours until daylight.”

Yuji pouted but descended the stairs, his gun at the ready. Time was ticking, and Megumi already dreaded the two-hour ride back.

The facility below was standard: rows of marijuana plants and racks of drying stalks. No employees or guards were in sight.

“Look, there it is!” Yuji gestured to white boxes stamped with Gojo’s insignia on a metal desk near the entrance. Their product. Yuji opened one of the boxes to find everything intact.

“Let’s get out of here,” Megumi muttered, his exhaustion creeping in and making his eyes glaze over. There was something in the air. Not the smell of the plants or soil —not a chemical odor, but something else entirely. “You load the boxes into the van. I’ll spread the gas.”

With a mock salute, Yuji hauled the boxes upstairs while Megumi doused the plants, tables, and computers in gasoline.

Toward the back of the room, the strange scent grew stronger, almost tangible. His throat tightened, and his mouth went dry. The back third of the facility was caged off, floor to ceiling. Inside was filled with boxes and crates. Megumi considered ignoring it—he’d used enough gas to burn the whole place—but an itch in his brain urged him to investigate.

Dropping the gas can, he went back up the stairs to the entrance. Yuji had loaded in the last of the boxes and slammed the van door shut. The sound rang in Megumi’s ears.

“Are you ready Fushiguro?” Yuji's voice sounded so close, closer than he was standing.

“No..” Megumi’s throat itched and he tried to clear it. He looked around on the floor for the chain cutter but couldn’t find it. It felt harder to breathe. “Where’s the chain cutter?” He tried to school his voice but Yuji caught on to how tense he was.

“I packed it up.” Yuji went to grab it from the van. “Why? Did we miss something?”

“No, it’s... something else.” Tool in hand, Megumi bolted back downstairs.

“Wait!” Yuji called after him, but Megumi couldn’t stop.

Something was wrong.

Hands trembling, Megumi struggled to cut through the chains.

“Here, let me.” Yuji’s warm hands enveloped his own, and with one swift motion, the chains snapped. Megumi flung the gate open.

The scent hit them like a wave. Beneath the hum of lights and the generator came a low, distressed whining—the unmistakable sound of an Omega in need.

It kicked Yuji into gear.

Frantically, Yuji moved crates and boxes. At the very back, concealed under a white sheet, lay the source.

Megumi pulled the sheet back, his heart pounding.

Inside a large dog kennel lay an Omega, bound and gagged. Bunny ears peeked out from their hair, and Megumi could only imagine a matching tail.

You were a Hybrid Omega.

That night, Megumi realized they were caught up in something far bigger than stolen weed.

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Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again [Master List]

Trigger Warnings: More tags to be added, kidnapping, drugs mentioned, mentions of past abuse, spanking, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Alpha Gojo Satoru runs 80% of Japan's underground marijuana production. When a shipment goes missing Yuji takes it upon himself to retrieve the missing goods - all the while dragging Megumi into his shenanigans.

Among the stolen boxes and potted plants they find a Hybrid Omega.

It quickly sets in that this is a world far larger than illegal substances and turf wars.

Poly Omegaverse: Alpha Gojo Satoru, Alpha Nanami Kento, Alpha Sukuna, Alpha Fushihuro Toji, Omega Fushiguro Megumi, Omega Itadori Yuji x Black! Omega Hybrid!Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

More coming..

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Will cover dark and sexual content - Pay attention to tags and Trigger Warnings - remind me if I forget any💕

Also posted on AO3.