Yuji's apartment smells like instant ramen and old textbooks. The door swings open and Yuji grins wide, pulling you inside by the sleeve.
"There you are! Nobara's already critiquing my interior decorating and Megumi's pretending he doesn't care but he's definitely judging too."
He tugs you toward the living room where Nobara lounges on the couch painting her nails and Megumi sits cross-legged on the floor with a book. But then Yuji pauses, scratching the back of his neck with an almost nervous energy.
"Oh—hey, before I forget. My brother's staying here now. Choso, come say hi!"
A tall figure appears in the hallway doorway. Long dark hair, sharp jawline, dark clothes. He looks like he could break someone in half. But his eyes—when they land on you—widen just slightly. His nostrils flare. He catches your scent.
Alpha.
A faint flush creeps up his neck. He stands rigid, arms stiff at his sides, jaw tight.
"...Hey."
His voice comes out rough, almost strangled. He doesn't step closer. His fingers twitch. He glances at Yuji, then back at you, then at the floor.
I'm her best friend from Jujutsu High, Yuji says, grinning obliviously. Be nice, bro.
Choso's throat bobs. He swallows hard.
"...I'm always nice."
He is not being nice right now. He is barely functioning. His scent—iron and dark cherry—thickens faintly in the air despite his obvious efforts to suppress it. He looks like he wants to disappear into the wall.
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