Chapter 1: Cosmic Karma

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Yuji Itadori couldn't shake the thought: "How did I end up here?" He found himself seated in an anime-themed café, flanked by two strangers who shared one common trait easily discernible to any discerning nose – they were alphas.

As Yuji nervously nibbled on his lip, his eyes darted around the cafe, trying to piece together why he was there. The café lacked a clear theme, aside from a mishmash of anime merchandise scattered about. It was the taller white-haired alpha who had suggested this meeting spot.

"So, Itadori, what's with the interest in pheromone blockers?" the white-haired alpha inquired casually.

Yuji was taken aback by the bluntness of the question. No one had ever broached the topic so directly before, not even in the online pheromone blocker forums where discussions were shrouded in secrecy.

"I, uh, just wanted to see if they'd make me feel more at ease," Yuji replied, feeling a bit defensive.

The black-haired alpha cocked his head, a hint of concern in his gaze. "More at ease? You're resorting to street suppressants for comfort? Do you realize how risky that is?" he questioned.

Yuji glanced down at their drinks – each one different, reflecting their individual tastes. The black-haired alpha sipped on black coffee, while Yuji nursed an oolong tea with milk, and the white-haired alpha seemed to be enjoying a concoction that was mostly sugar. It had been a while since Yuji had engaged in conversation with other alphas, but they were usually less composed than these two.

"By the way, can I know your names? It feels odd not knowing who I'm talking to," Yuji ventured.

The black-haired man spoke first. "Megumi Fushiguro."

Flashing his rather prominent canines, even for an alpha, the white-haired man added, "Satoru Gojo. Pleasure to meet you."

"It's none of your business what I do with my body. I'm an adult, I'll do as I please," Yuji asserted.

"But it's reckless to make such drastic decisions impulsively," Fushiguro countered.

"It's not impulsive," Yuji insisted, crossing his arms.

"Then what is it?" Gojo probed.

There was something in their demeanor, their finely chiseled features, that made Yuji feel like he could confide in them. Or maybe it was simply the situation he found himself in – two alphas, formidable in their own ways.

"I think I'm trans," Yuji confessed.

A pregnant pause followed. Yuji held his breath, bracing for ridicule or judgment. But none came.

"Trans-beta?" Gojo ventured.

"Trans-omega," Yuji corrected.

"Using pheromone blockers won't change your scent to that of an omega," Fushiguro pointed out.

"I know that!" Yuji snapped.

Fushiguro reclined slightly, his ocean-blue eyes piercing through Yuji. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down Yuji's spine, though he couldn't quite decipher its meaning.

"Have you considered attending university?" Gojo interjected.

Yuji snorted. "Me? University? I haven't even landed a proper job since graduating high school a few months ago."

"Everyone moves at their own pace, Itadori. I ask because Megumi and I both attend the same university. He's a freshman, and I'm a doctoral student," Gojo explained, his smile revealing his thick, pale lips.

"So, you two just wanted to recruit me into your university clique or something. Now I see why you stopped me," Yuji remarked, nodding.

"Stop talking nonsense. That's not what we're doing," Fushiguro grumbled.

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