𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 [𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜]

𝐔𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Satoru never thought that he'd be in this spot. He's watching the woman he once loved or– His feelings are all over the place right now. He just knows that you're treating him like a complete stranger. Although he can't be mad since he asked for professionalism... You just treat him like you absolutely have no clue about him. Like you didn't grow up together.

He can't be mad. He asked for it. He tries not to think about it but he can't stop. His eighteen-year-old self would be kicking himself if he knew about this reality. He really thought at eighteen that at this point of his life he'd be married... Which he is, but not with you. You were supposed to be together with a kid by this point, but now you're playing secretary, one that acts as if you don't know anything about him. Basic things about him seem to have slipped your mind.

He tries not to dwell on it... He doesn't love you. At least not how he did five years ago. He'll always have a soft spot for you, after all, you are his first love. He can't help but wonder how life would be if he was married to you right at this moment.

"Mr. Gojo, I'm leaving." You have to repeat yourself because Satoru is out of it. You walked in and he didn't notice you, and he didn't hear your voice the first time. His eyebrows raise, looking at his watch before nodding. You begin to walk away and he's watching you.

"Actually–" He begins, making you stop. You turn to look at him, "Would you like joining me for dinner?"

"What for?" You respond. You've been working together for two weeks, and as much as you wish to say that you've grown close, you really haven't. Satoru bites down on his lip, and he ends up shrugging. "I would rather not. Sayo is really sweet... But your mother isn't exactly–"

"Why did you go to her? What happened to your studies?" He asks. Those questions bug his mind. When he left you, he thought that you'd be fine at the very least. You were studying to be so much more than what you are now.

"Not everyone is born with a golden spoon in their mouth. A lot came up in one moment and I couldn't afford to study. It wasn't because I decided that working for your mother was worth it." You answer, leaving out the obvious details. Satoru slowly nods his head, and he clears his throat before speaking again,

"Well... I was asking you to dinner alone. There's a new restaurant just around the corner and I don't want to try it out alone." He says, and you titl your head.

"What for? We have nothing to talk about, it'd just be awkward." You respond, and his finger begins to tap against the hardwood desk. You try to smile at him but it comes off as insincere. "Thanks for the offer."

"Are you sure? There's a lot for us to unload... And since we're working together, I think it's best we get along." He answers, and his hand begins to shake. He hides it under the desk so you can't view it. The confident Satoru that he usually is isn't all that confident now.

"I think it's best if we don't. That's too personal considering we're just working together." You respond. He doesn't have an idea but it seems that you're desperate to leave, and it hurts him. Back then you would've jumped at the opportunity of having dinner together since you barely had any time to spare.

"It'll just be for a short while." He insists. He's used to getting his way, he did grow up spoiled. He's not stopping until you finally agree.

"Look, Satoru, I know you want to continue whatever you had with the previous secretary, and let me tell you this– I'll remember our past for a minute or so. I've had you, and I don't want you anymore. I have no idea what you have in mind but it's not going to work with me." You tell him, and he's taken back by your response, but of course, he really wasn't expecting much different. "Just let me go back home, I have a cat that's waiting for me."