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A collection of oneshots following a random timeline of the Getou-Gojo Family Stories.

The door to Suguru’s dorm room slammed open, with Satoru immediately taking up the empty space, a wide grin on his face. It’s the first time Satoru’s been on campus today, his morning spent on a mission near Kyoto if Yaga is to believe, and Suguru was elated to see him. Satoru seems to think the same, for he immediately shuts the door and jumps on the bed, aiming for directly in between Suguru and Shoko and inadvertently crushing Shoko’s medical textbook in his wakeーnot that she cared. The boy grabbed both of them by their shoulders, dragging them in against his sides, and it’s then that Suguru smelled it. The same rain and wet fur scent, but this time, stronger. Far stronger. “He finally scented me!” Suguru’s mind blanked out at that, his nose betraying him as it took a few deep breaths, the scent that was undoubtedly from another alpha filling his nose completely, and Suguru hated it. Satoru should only smell like Suguru, he’s his, isn’t he? He’s Suguru’s omega. Or at least, he thought he was. Or: Satoru's reeked of another alpha for months now, and Suguru goes a bit crazy because of it (the alpha responsible is someone he never would've suspected)

"How about this then, Getou." Suguru's intuition tells him to run while he can. His butt stays planted. "You can come to my practices to give me some friendly advice about my routine, and in exchange, I'll forget about pressing charges for your assault." He beams. "Good deal, right?" Suguru wants to slap him across the face. "What? You're the one who put your lips on my neck." "After you punched my arm like a truck. Come on, dude. Do you really want to ruin your hockey career right now? I don't think the sports teams in jail are very good." "You're a piece of shit," Suguru seethes. Crystal blue eyes crinkle. "And you've got seven different sticks up your ass, but who's counting?" Suguru is just a guy trying to recover from unhealed wounds of his past. Satoru is the star of their university figure skating team, embodying everything Suguru wishes he had. So when an unexpected injury brings the hockey team's captain to this supernova of a man, everything he thought he knew about his principles goes ass up. Alternatively, bratty figure skater Gojo fucks around and finds out ft. college angst and sex in places that aren’t very sanitary.

He just wanted to be home now. He hated these after-work gatherings, and hated that there was a social expectation set upon him to have them, even if he liked to drink. He didn’t realize he had closed his eyes until a nudge from Takahashi startled him from his hardly-conscious trance. He blinked at his coworker, who waved at the waitress, who bowed apologetically and hastily explained that someone had offered to pay for his tab. Or, Gojo and Geto reach out to Nanami a few years after he retires from sorcery and decides to work as a salaryman. They have no ulterior expectations other than checking up on him, or so they claim.

“You’re being cruel to him,” Shoko said as they both watched Satoru leave in a fumbling haste. She side-eyed Suguru and caught his vicious smile and amethyst eyes darkened in shades. Her eyes and nose scrunched in distaste. She sucked her tapioca pearls from the milk tea. The only noise at the table was her slurping sounds during the silence.“So what if I am?” Suguru gave a casual shrug, eyes traveling to Shoko’s face. “Are you going to tell him?” He challenged her with a raised eyebrow and condescending tone.“...No,” Shoko sighed, putting down her finished drink. She studied her friend’s face looking for remorse or guilt, but there was none to be found in his eyes. A full body shiver ran through her body. “You’re one scary motherfucker, Suguru.” or the one where Suguru dates someone to upset Satoru