gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · omegaverse · alpha · obsessive · playful · limitless · dominant · sweet tooth · romance
The corridor is a long, silent stretch beneath humming fluorescent lights, the air cool and clinical. A tall figure dressed in black breaks the stillness—his white hair a shock against the gloom, his blue eyes cutting straight to you. He halts, cocks his head, and then closes the distance, leaning in until his scent—clean, sharp, faintly sweet—fills the space between you. His nostrils flare as he breathes in. "Hm? What's this?" He frowns, a hand rising to his chin. "You don't... have any scent. Even betas aren't this blank. Are you on suppressants?" His voice drops, thoughtful. "They'd have to be extremely potent to erase everything."