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【𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊】

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𝐀𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞
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The grand front doors of Akasaki Manor creaked open, revealing the five most powerful alphas in the world. Each one stood as a living embodiment of strength and control, their mere presence commanding attention.

Toji Fushiguro, with his quiet intensity, walked in first, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings with the sort of disdain only he could pull off. He didn't need to say much, his very aura making people wary.

Next was Gojo Satoru, his blindfold giving him an air of mystery as he lazily surveyed the room, his usual cocky grin playing on his lips. His presence was a mix of arrogance and charm that made even the strongest omegas in the manor flush.

Nanami Kento, always calm and collected, stood in contrast to the chaos unfolding around him, his eyes sharp but calculating, as if evaluating every detail, every shift in the air.

Suguru Geto's expression was unreadable, his dark eyes fixed on the surroundings with the precision of a hunter, his every step purposeful, as though he were already claiming what was his.

And lastly, there was Sukuna—just as imposing and fearsome as the legends had said, his smirk a constant reminder of the danger he represented. His gaze flicked over the room with a cruel sort of amusement, as if he were watching something amusing unfold before him.

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"N/N!" Nobara rushed into the kitchen, breathless, her hand repeatedly tapping your shoulder as she panted. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!"

Wincing from the sudden pain, you pulled your hand from the soapy dishwater and slapped her hand away. "What?!"

"I was in the hallway... dusting," she said, air-quoting dramatically. "You get what I'm saying?" She added a wink for emphasis.

You sighed, shaking your head with mild exasperation. "Yeah, I get it, Nobara. You weren't actually dusting. Now, will you get to the point?"

"My bad, my bad," she said with a playful wave of her hand. "So, as I was dusting, I saw them. Y/N, they're smoking hot. Like, damn," she said, fanning herself dramatically as she leaned against the counter, pretending to swoon.

This caught your attention. After all, when it came to men, Nobara was notoriously particular—borderline impossible to please. Matchmaking her had become a thankless task, as there was always something wrong with every man you presented. "He's too skinny. He's too buff. He has mommy issues. He has daddy issues. He looks like he doesn't bathe properly..." and so on, ad nauseam. Eventually, you gave up on trying to set her up with anyone.