I, Omega

Chapter 5: Come Down and Play

Yuji's head sagged as he stared down at the seat belt across his chest. All it took was a single text, and Satoru Gojo had arrived at the dormitory with a smile. Yuji thought back to what that text said, "Fushiguro is being a bitch. I need to get out of here for a bit. Lol."

Why did he add the "lol?" Yuji didn't know. Maybe it was to soften the previous statement. That made sense, but why did he need to soften the blow? Fushiguro was being a bitch. What kind of person confesses to feelings then slinks off somewhere? Yuji straightened his neck to stare at the dashboard with hazy, tired eyes.

Was it the right thing to do to run away? Yuji didn't know. He didn't know if it was "running away" when Fushiguro hadn't made a move. Nothing had to change about their strange relationship. They were kind of friends, kind of not friends, more than strangers, but less than acquaintances.

Gojo didn't ask any questions, which led Yuji to believe he had known something about it all. The white-haired man's only reply was, "Lol. Okay, I can be there in a few."

Yuji had replied, "Bet."

Out of the corner of Yuji's eye, he saw Gojo with a fierce look of seriousness, but he didn't speak. They just greeted each other once Yuji stepped into the car, and Gojo started driving. Yuji didn't know where they were going, or why. He didn't care. Thinking about anything was all too tiring after the day he had.

Yuji's gaze fell from Gojo's sharp, chiseled face to the base of his neck. Gojo was only wearing a white tank top, revealing his smooth, muscular arms and large chest. He was built like the majority of fit alphas, something Yuji knew all too well. He unconsciously touched his own chest in the process, only realizing when he averted his line of sight from Gojo's body.

"So, uh. Where are we going?" Yuji broke the silence.

It had only been road sound prior. He didn't really care what the answer was, but he felt awkward for ogling Gojo.

Gojo laughed, "Pfft. You ask that now?"

The familiar smile he had donned the few times Yuji had met him sprouted across Gojo's gloss lips. That's when Yuji realized there had been music playing the whole time; it was just mellow and quiet. The tension in his mind had silenced the air around him, but once it had released slightly, his deafness faded.

"We're almost there. My apartment in town. It's more of a townhome, I suppose," Gojo said.

"Okay," Yuji said.

There were a few moments of quietness between them again. It was then that Yuji caught Gojo's scent. It was sweeter than he had remembered and rich as well. There were notes of whipped cream and wild berries with an overall sugary lingering that tickled Yuji's nose. It didn't smell bad either. Had Gojo smelled like this before? No, or perhaps he had and it was muddied by Fushiguro's overwhelming smell.

"We aren't fighting, just so you know," Yuji said.

"Who is the 'we' in that statement?" Gojo asked.

Yuji was baffled, "Fushiguro and I."

"I wasn't sure that counted as a 'we' considering you barely know each other. Did you have some bonding time or something?" Gojo said.

Yuji hadn't thought about it. They weren't fighting, that much was true. However, Gojo had a point. Fushiguro had ambushed him with information; they hadn't talked other than that. He didn't offer much to the conversation with Todo either, other than a domineering sense of not wanting to participate in the conversation.

"No, I guess you're right," Yuji said.

"Glad to know you're not fighting, though. I didn't need drama entering my classroom before we had the chance to catch our breath," Gojo said.