Strictly Professional (gojo x reader)

Chapter 4

Author's Note:

Hey guys, sorry that my updates aren't really consistent here. This is really just for crossposting and I post more regularly on my Ao3 account. So you can read it at myloxy_28 on there if you want more regular updates. Thx for reading!

Entering the office Monday morning, you didn't bother to stress about what would happen once you saw Gojo in the office. But walking past the fangirls that gathered every day in the lounge and eventually his office, you felt a pit drop in your stomach. I failed to remember that I'm dealing with a literal man-child, meaning that anything is possible. And I don't need to be embarrassed today.

Dropping your stuff in your office, you head back past the lounge into the mini-kitchen area to grab some napkins. "Good morning Sweetheart," Gojo sang. Upon hearing that voice, you feel your entire mood drop, and your back slouches slightly with annoyance. Reluctantly, you turn around, meeting the classic grin on Gojo's face.

Taking a deep breath, you respond, "I'd honestly really appreciate it if you didn't call me that in a professional setting Gojo." You noticed a small change in his expression when he remarked, "Ouch, Princess, I didn't know that we were no longer on a first name or nickname basis." Is he actually annoyed that I used his last name? What did he expect? That we'd become fuck buddies that would sneak around the office, slipping into janitor closets?

"Well, I was under the impression that things would go back to the way it was before this weekend, you know...just co-workers," you replied, crossing your arms. Gojo nods, "Mmmm, so you're just going to pretend that it didn't happen? What happened to saying that you had no regrets, Princess?"

Gojo is starting to get on your nerves, but to prevent a scene, you calmly answer, "I would really like it if you would stop calling me that. Also, I'm not trying to ignore what happened, but it was a one-time thing, and I just want to move on from it."

"Ahhh, for the sake of professionalism, right?"

"Yes Gojo, what's the problem with that?" Gojo slowly walks to you, his voice dropping to a lower tone, "You and your stupid ideas of professionalism. I don't understand what you appreciate so much about it, Princess." You swallow, backing into the kitchen counter as he continues, "I'm going to suggest hmmm...something of a game, Sweetheart."

Irritated, you sneer, "I'm not interested, Gojo. And back away from me please." He chuckles, "But you haven't heard the best part, Princess."

"I don't need to hear it, and I told you to stop calling me that." Raising a hand to push him away, Gojo takes your hand, interlocking your fingers with his, and rests it against the upper cabinets.

"Trust me, Princess, when I tell you that I will make it so hard for you to maintain your emotionless facade."

You sigh, "And trust me Gojo, that your plan won't work." Hearing the steps and murmurs of approaching people, you try to push Gojo off, whispering, "Gojo if you don't move this will be extremely embarrassing for the both of us."

He smirked, "Sweetheart, I can't be embarrassed, if it's you, I have no shame." Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you kick his shin hard, causing him to stumble back a little. Your junior co-workers Itadori and Kugisaki enter the room, and a confused expression forms on their faces.

Itadori, thinking that something was wrong, questioned, "What's going on here? Is everyone okay?" Gojo turns around, showing his pearly whites, "No, everything's fine. [Y/n] here was struggling to find something in the cabinets."

Although Kugisaki, still feeling suspicious of the close position you were in asks, "[Y/n] are you sure? Or is Gojo being annoying?"

Gojo fakes a large gasp responding, "Kugisaki! How could you think so low of me?"