I, Omega

Chapter 2: Mystery in the Bag

The first store Gojo drove to was a bit out of Yuji's price range. He was receiving financial aid and living off the insurance payout after his grandfather's death, but that didn't mean he could be financially irresponsible. However, the second store was a bit more affordable.

"What all did you need to get, Fushiguro?" Yuji asked.

"Oh, just a few odds and ends. Shampoo, and if they have some snacks then I'll buy those," the black-haired man said.

"Dang, I didn't think about snacks," Yuji said.

"What all do you need? I'll help since I'm all set," the white-haired man offered.

Fushiguro rolled his eyes, "Not like you to extend a helping hand."

"Says the one I'm driving around," Gojo scoffed.

The pink-haired man nodded, "He has a point."

"Don't agree with him! He's probably just trying to fill your basket with nonsense," Fushiguro grumbled.

"Hey! I'll have you know I was just going to help out of the kindness of my heart," Gojo said, parking the car. "And because I think it would be fun to pretend to be poor."

"There it is," Fushiguro said.

Yuji couldn't help but let out a snort. The two men seemed to always be bickering, but they got along at the end of the day. Both had been kind enough to talk Yuji into going to university, regardless of how Gojo chose to act. Though, Yuji didn't know their natures entirely.

A cool breeze escaped a vent as the familiar jingle played when the doors opened. It was a two-floor department store, a place that Yuji recognized but had never visited. The deodorizer they used in their air system was rather pleasant—just a clean smell.

"The second floor is mainly the furniture and clothing section. If you want to meet back at the front after we're all done, just text me," Gojo said.

"Fine, sure," Fushiguro said, locking his gaze on Yuji.

Yuji just toddled back and forth on his heels. Part of the social aspect of being an omega was letting the alpha lead, right? Not that he had any complaints about someone else making the plans. It was kind of nice to go with the flow.

"Or I could just go too. Then we can all check out at the same time," Fushiguro said.

The white-haired man narrowed his brows, "Just go shop. It's fine."

The familiar scent of Fushiguro wafted into Yuji's nostrils again. He was really a boisterous guy when it came to his odor. The black-haired man fixed his deep blue eyes on Yuji once more.

Yuji tilted his head, "It's fine. Go on. I'll meet you down here for snack suggestions when we find everything."

"'Kay," Fushiguro grunted, grabbing a blue hand basket and walking off.

That seemed to satiate him. Was Gojo really that odd of a guy? He didn't have any visible malice pouring from his pale porcelain skin. It wasn't like Fushiguro had a reason to worry anyway. They had all just met, and no less than an hour prior Fushiguro had been hissy with Yuji in the hallway. Maybe Fushiguro just had mood swings.

"Come on, kid, let's get going. I don't want to spend my last free day only shopping," Gojo said.

The white-haired man was older, not that it was particularly visible. Yuji couldn't place his age at all. He was a doctoral student, which meant that he could be any age. Both of the men had intense musculature—as expected of an alpha—but Gojo outweighed even Yuji, who knew he was essentially a walking muscle.