Pictures

by Geekatron_420

Summary:

Geto lands himself back in Toyo on an assignment for the top modeling company after leaving for an unknown reason and now he has to face those reasons.

Gojo, on the other hand, has made himself the number one male omega model even though he had no plans of doing so but now he's crashing out because of one heat cycle that might ruin him.
(idk if this is a good summary)

Notes:

so hi I've had this sitting in my docs for a year now with only the prologue and chapter one written so I need to post it lwky enjoy chat also constructive criticism is very much appreciated

Chapter 1: Prologue

His eyes never change.
They are a defiant flame that burns bright in the smothering darkness, unyielding and unfaltering. Their brilliant blue is almost unnatural, contrasting with the bland ambiance. They seem out of place, as if the sun were shining in the dead of night. The figure, with that ethereal gaze, was standing right in front of me.
The man turns away. Those eyes that I craved to pour my soul out to, those beautiful azure eyes that I longed to gaze into until my death day, those eyes, they wouldn’t look at me. I tried reaching out to him, my hands desperately grabbing at the back of his shirt, yet I was far too slow.
He was already gone.

Chapter 2: ch 1: Return of Geto

Haneda airport

Standing at the entrance of Haneda airport with just enough pocket money to buy a cab fare to his hotel, Geto Suguru was. He is a decently popular photographer, albeit popular enough to land a job in Terengganu, Malaysia. But now, to his dismay, the raven-haired man has ended up back in the city he thought he left for good, with not nearly as much money as he needed or any of his luggage. ‘I guess that’s what I get for taking a cheap airline...’ Geto thought to himself as he exited the airport, carrying a small backpack and walking down the sidewalk, wondering if he should get a cab. ‘It’s a lot more crowded here than Terengganu… and it’s filled with monkeys. He scoffed, walking towards the street, holding out his arm hoping to get a cab, but seeing the sea of others doing the same, it’s doubtful he will.
“Whatever,” he mumbles, putting down his arm. ‘Maybe I can care about the planet just this once…’ The man started walking down the busy roads of Kawasaki, with all the different smells of pheromones becoming overwhelming to Geto the further he walked into the deeper into the crowded streets.

A Penthouse in Shibuya City

 

A bottle of pills flew across the room, creating a noise loud enough to wake up his dead mother. The clattering sound of the bottle filled the room as it fell onto the floor, its contents spilled out, and the navy cap of this unknown pill bottle seemingly nowhere to be found.

A grunt of anger comes out from a man within the room as he wrecks things around him, although they weren’t anything too serious, just simple things like the papers on his dresser and stationery over at his desk. In the middle of this now decently sized mess was a tall, lean yet toned, and elegant-looking man with piercing eyes so cerulean blue, and hair that looked like the tops of snowy, picturesque mountains.

Gojo Satoru stood in the middle of his room, breathing heavily, his anger uncontained. “Damn it all…”He mumbled, fists clenched as he struggled to regain his composure. An abrupt knock on his door snapped him out of his state of rage, frozen in place momentarily.

Great. A visitor was the last thing he needed at this moment.

A second knock.

Despite his annoyance, his feet moved on their own, approaching the door. In the middle of the third knock, he opened the door. “Hey Satoru, you okay? I heard some noises and just wanted to check in.”, The voice belonged to a woman with acorn-colored hair, deep brown eyes, and pale skin holding a cigarette between her lips. “Oh, Shoko, Hey,” Gojo said, standing up straight, brushing off his shirt, and smiling at the girl.

“What’s with throwing a temper tantrum?” she asks, nodding her head towards the mess behind him as she rummages through her purse. Gojo stays quiet as his hand makes its way to his neck, scratching it. “I’m going to take that as something bad happened,” Shoko says bluntly, then looks down into her bag and takes a lighter out.

Click…click..click..blink..a flame to the cigarettes pressed between her glossy lips, slowly turning the paper of the cigarette a light orange.

She takes a drag on her freshly lit cigarette, “Sorry- should’ve asked but I know you wouldn't have minded.” She says, blowing out the smoke as her lips form a slight smirk. “It’s whatever. Just don’t stink up my house too much,” Gojo says, waving a hand dismissively. “But..yes, something bad did happen, something I know you are not going to like..at all.” He mumbles the last part.

Shoko pauses, slightly tilting her head, “What do you mean by that, Satoru?” Taking the cigarette out of her mouth, she holds it between her slender fingers. “You didn’t do something rash now, did you? How much am I going to have to cover up now, after all, am I your manager.” She sighs and rolls her eyes at that. Gojo looks at her with a look of guilt, hoping it will get some kind of sympathy out of her, but already knows that Shoko will give him a verbal beatdown after he explains what happened over the past couple of days. “I fucked up big time.’ shoko takes another drag of her cig ‘So I had my heat cycle this last week and I took a suppressant the ones the doctors gave me so they were supposed to give me no symptoms or signs I was in heat but I guess that they didn’t fucking work because when I went out to different clubs I ended up meeting my ex and well to make a long story short we spent my heat together but I can’t remember what happened during it only me waking up next to him and leaving so now I’ll have to deal with his calls and texts and trying to see me and my god this is horrible. All of the money I spent on those pills has gone to shit.” Gojo rambles on about it, standing there biting his nails and the skin around them, and Shoko knows it's time to interrupt his rant.

“Toru…“ She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Let’s go out into the kitchen so I can think.” She motions with her hand out of the room, then turns around as she heads out of his ransacked room. She turned back to observe his behavior to make sure Gojo was somewhat okay. Gojo sits down at his kitchen island chair, hands resting over his face, embarrassed for what he’s done but ashamed for his actions over the past days.
“Well, you made a mistake and I now have to deal with it, but first-” Gojo looks at Shoko, who's standing on the other side of the kitchen island, arms crossed, with the cigarette lifted to her lips. She pauses to take a drag from the cigarette. “You used protection, right? Did you take a Plan Omega+ pill? Did he mark you? Are you okay?” Bombarding Gojo with all these questions makes him queasy, but he knows it's only for his safety, as anything could ruin him both socially and economically. Being an omega isn’t the dream it's made out to be, especially when you have a social status or come from wealth.

“Well, I don’t remember anything. I’m sure he didn’t mark me. I checked once I got home, but even in my sex-driven state, I’m pretty good at telling them not to mark me. I don’t think I’d be pregnant-” "Did you take a test of some kind?” She interjects, Gojo and starts to pace back and forth, then rushes over to the bathroom. Gojo hears him messing around in there. “You won’t find anything… I didn’t take a test.” He yells out to her, Shoko comes back into the kitchen looking straight into his eyes, “You WILL be the death of me one day.” She sighs, exasperated from this conversation. The two of them in awkward silence, Shoko moves towards his front door, “Don’t do anything while I’m gone, and for the love of everything, only use your phone if you need me,” She tells him, grabbing her keys out of her purse. “You owe me $40 to $50 when I get back and a pack of good cigarettes not the cheap ass ones you get for $10 at the gas stations” She waves at Gojo leaving his penthouse, leaving Gojo alone once again.