Its_Ivory
In the world of Sorcerers, instincts were usually sharpened for survival. But for Megumi, his instincts were increasingly tuned to a single, pinkish-haired frequency: Itadori Yuji.
Being a Beta like Nobara was simple, she didn't care about the heavy, pheromone-laden air of the Tokyo campus. Being an Alpha like Gojo was loud and obnoxious. But being an Omega? Yuji made it look like a sunny afternoon, even when his scent, something like toasted flour and peaches was currently spiked with the sharp, metallic tang of distress.