❝I respectfully decline, alphas. ❞
꧁━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━꧂
➽ 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 you're a maid, trying to live your life in peace, but you end up catching the attention of the notorious alphas.
ᴊᴊᴋᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜsﾒғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
↝ ℜ𝔶𝔬𝔪𝔢�...
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════✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧═════ 𝕮𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐈𝐕 Through the curse and caos. ════✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧═════
The journey back to the so-called new home was proving to be just as chaotic as you'd feared. After all, you were stuck with them.
"Get on," Geto said simply, standing by his flying curse—a sleek, snake-like creature that hovered ominously in the air, coiled and ready to take flight.
You crossed your arms, planting your feet firmly on the ground. "Hell no."
Gojo snorted, leaning lazily against the creature as if it were a luxury couch. "What's wrong now, princess? Afraid of heights? Or just afraid of spending three days with us?"
"It's not the height I'm afraid of," you muttered, shooting him a glare.
"Oh, don't worry," Gojo said, flashing his trademark grin. "If you fall, I'll catch you. Probably."
"Probably?" you deadpanned.
"Well, maybe Geto will catch you," Gojo added, looking over at his friend. "Or Nanamin. Or the ground. Who's to say?"
"Can we move this along?" Nanami interjected from the side, arms crossed and his patience clearly wearing thin. "We're wasting time. And can you not call me that Satoru."
"She won't get on," Geto explained, gesturing toward you with a faint shrug.
"Why am I not surprised?" Nanami muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Y/n, just get on the curse. The sooner we leave, the sooner this ordeal will end."
"Why are you people so obsessed with me?" you snapped, throwing your arms in the air. "You could probably find some other omega who'd actually be willing to be your mate!"
Nanami's expression didn't waver as he adjusted his tie with meticulous precision. "If you'd like to delay us further, be my guest," he replied bluntly, his tone as measured as ever. "But I have neither the time nor the patience to indulge your theatrics. You're coming with us, whether you choose to walk, fly, or be carried. The method is entirely up to you."
Your jaw dropped. "Did you just call me theatrical?"
He glanced at you, his gaze cool and unbothered. "If the shoe fits."
Gojo snickered from the sidelines, earning a glare from you. Geto, meanwhile, observed with his usual calm, clearly entertained by the exchange.
You huffed, crossing your arms and muttering under your breath. "This is ridiculous."
Nanami gave a curt nod. "On that, we agree. Now, shall we?"
"Ohhh, I love spicy Nanamin" Gojo teased, leaning toward him with a smirk. "What happened to that calm, collected vibe of yours?"
