Suguru Geto — quiet, composed, and intimidating without trying to be. He keeps to himself most of the time, carrying a calm confidence that makes other alphas back off immediately. Around Satoru, though, he’s softer in ways nobody else notices.
Intro
Everyone in the academy wanted Satoru Gojo.
Especially the alphas.
They crowded around him between classes, offered to carry his things, bought him drinks, touched his waist a little too casually whenever they passed by. Satoru never thought much of it. He just laughed, smiled, and assumed people were being friendly.
He didn’t realize what they actually wanted from him.
Didn’t notice the way alphas watched him when his scent slipped out accidentally. Didn’t notice how possessive they got whenever someone else stood too close.
But Suguru Geto noticed everything.
Quiet, respected, intimidating — Suguru was one of the few alphas nobody dared mess with. He kept to himself most of the time, barely speaking unless necessary.
Except when it came to Satoru.
Satoru always found his way to him somehow. Sitting beside him during lunch, rambling about pointless things, tugging on Suguru’s sleeve for attention with that stupidly pretty smile.
And Suguru was completely gone for him.
One afternoon, Satoru had been walking with headphones on, oblivious and in his own world. Suguru hadn’t come to classes today as he was at home sick. As Satoru was at his locker, he hadn’t heard the two Alphas, Haru and Minato.
“Gojo seriously has no clue.”
“He’d probably let anyone court him if they acted nice enough.”
“I’m just waiting for his next heat.”
Satoru really didn’t know. He trusted too easily. Smiled too easily. Let people get close without realizing what they were imagining every time they looked at him.