𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 - Gojo Satoru

predictable

now playing : no surprises - radiohead

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six fourty
wake up

six fourty five
get ready

seven
think of having breakfast

seven o one
don't have breakfast

seven thirty
gather your things

eight
begin work

That was your schedule, majority of the time. You couldn't do anything about it, unless you received a day off from your boss.

Which was, unordinary.

Unlike your boss, he was extraordinary,

according to the world.

The one and only, Satoru Gojo. His face plastered in every weekly magazine whether it be in South Korea, California, or Japan, he was there. He was asked in for interviews everyday of the week, and only went when they were convenient for him. He participated in charity's occasionally, no one knew why.

He already had a gigantic load of money, it was a no brainer to think as to why women chased him around so much like blind mice. How women threw themselves at him like cannibals.

Satoru returned the favor, not only was he famous for being one of the top models in the world, he was famous for his playboy antics.

"Mr. Gojo, it's time to get up sir." You knocked on the large door of his quarters, holding an ear to the door, hearing the sheets shift was a sign to step in.

Twisting the doorknob, your eyes were welcomed into the ginormous bedroom with the heavenly glow of the sunlight.

On the bed, you saw glimpses of pale-peachy, muscular skin being bathed in the glow.

The white sheets moved lower as Gojo's arm propped him up. "Already?," his raspy voice responded to your earlier message.

His front was turned towards you, his white hair tousled and creating a blind on his face.

His deep collarbones caught your attention, your eyes beginning to flock down by his bare chest, just barley.

'no that's unprofessional and irrational' you composed yourself, standing up straighter.

"I'm afraid so, you have a full schedule today so any additional rest will tick you off schedule," you walked across the room, opening the curtains.

The bed creaked as more of the room became illuminated. "Same old Y/n, when are you ever gonna let me get a break?", Gojo got up from bed, the springs creaked underneath the large cushion.

"When pigs fly." You blankly answered, stealing a glance outside the window.

Gojo chuckled at your sarcasm, he caused you to look back at the bed, seeing as he was not the only one in it.

The other half of the king sized bed was taken up by a feminine figure.

When is it not.

You walked over to the bed, reaching your hand out to gently shake, what you had assumed was a shoulder,

and it was.

By the third shake, the covers slipped off of the woman's dainty shoulder, revealing her collarbone and the line that led to her breasts as she propped herself up.

"Satoru?", a soft voice mumbled out, her blonde bangs gracefully covering her hooded eyes.

You had recognized the woman— you had seen her in the studio Gojo went to in London, she was the model in the second studio.

"No, I'm going to have to ask you to leave and never speak of this," your tone motioned towards her surroundings "again." You pulled out a white envelope from your clipboard, a check lying inside.

She felt the thin paper, clicking her tongue. "And why would I listen to you?" A Cruella like smile crossed her lips and she sat up in all her top glory, thinking you'd be jealous.

"Cause I said so sweetheart," Gojo's sweet voice waltzed into the conversation, her head snapped to see him buttoning up a shirt.

"Now scram," his once sweet tone his once sweet tone converted to one coated in sour sugar.

Hearing him the model got up, seeing you ready with a robe in your hand, she snatched it, and flew out into the morning, her footsteps pitter pattering down the long hall.

"Women, am I right?" Gojo chuckled with a sly smirk, making eye contact with you.

His bright, jaw dropping blue eyes caught you in a trance, nonetheless you shook your head with a heavy sigh.

"You seem to explore every women you come across."

"That's-", you made your clipboard make a metal spring sound as you took the men from its holder, "Enough. You have a busy schedule today so I suggest you get started to complete it for your fun at night." You held the clipboard in one hand while making his bed with the other.

Gojo laughed hearing the end of your straight-forwards words. "You know me so well dear secretary, it's why I keep you 'round." His voice trailed away as he stepped into the master bathroom, a stream of water soon being heard from the bath tub.

'Of course I know you, you're so..'

predictable.

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a/n - just experimenting a bit