𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 | Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

Leftovers

SATORU'S POINT OF VIEW
He turns away from your door and back to the chauffeur that has been waiting outside your house for him. Slipping into the back of the black Maybach silently, he adjusts his legs in a widespread manner before leaning back in the plush seat.

"I was waiting for your text, I expected you to stay the night." James (his driver) says whilst peering into the back of the car via the rear view mirror. Satoru leans his head back against the headrest before meeting James' gaze in the mirror briefly and then turning away to look out of the window. He lets out an audible scoff, signalling to James that he doesn't want to talk about it.

The car smoothly pulls away from the pavement and begins to drive down the street as Satoru watches the facade of terraced houses begin to pass by. As if he would be able to spend the night, you've got more walls up than anyone he's ever met. He hadn't realised it when you two first interacted, if anything he thought you acted slightly nervous because you were attracted to him, but now he's realised you have this kind of 'people pleaser' tendency which conceals your real thoughts from time to time.

Not only that, but Suguru was right, you not knowing his celebrity status was funny at first, but now feels like a little bit of a kick in the teeth. Despite his frustration regarding the evening the two of you shared, he can't deny that he's curious about you. Satoru knows that as soon as he leaves, you're most likely going to google his name and find out everything about him, but he wonders if this will change the way you act around him.

Will you go out of your way to see him? Most of people he meets are not simply happy with a platonic relationship, they always want something more, and always for the wrong reasons. Will you treat him with the same indifference as you do now?

'You're not easy to talk to....' You words resonate round and round in his head as he lets out another frustrated scoff.

"Something awry, Mr Gojo?" James asks from the front seat and Satoru's attention snaps back to the rearview mirror where the two men make eye contact.

"James, am I difficult to talk to?"

Y/N'S POINT OF VIEW
I sit awake in my bed, contemplating whether or not to google who Gojo Satoru is. In a way, not knowing his profession (other than his penchant for acquiring investment banks) makes me feel as if I can't be intimidated by him and his supposed status. Then again, this is Gojo Satoru we're talking about. Even without his day job being known, his very aura still exudes superiority, whether he means to do so or not.

After a moment of deliberation, I grab my phone and decide that, for my job, it's best if I know who I'm working with.

"A MODEL?" I shout at my phone which currently displays Gojo Satoru's wiki page. I scroll furiously to find various campaigns... Dior, Celine, the lot. More scrolling leads me to find out that he's also the heir to the Gojo Empire, a family with stakes in most major institutions in the financial world.

I slap my hand to my forehead in frustration, no wonder he thought himself to be better than me. Not only this, but now that I've done some googling, he does seem familiar. I'm sure that I've heard of his family being mentioned in the business world. I put my phone to one side and crash backwards onto my bed as roughly as I can considering my broken arm.

I'll still pretend I don't know his social status. He seemed to want to keep it that way when we last met, so it's the least I can do. If we're going to have to work together so I can secure this deal for him, there's no need for me to make him annoyed at me because I'm no longer ignorant to the fact that he's a major celebrity.

The following morning I wake up with the worst back pain known to man. Am I getting old? No. Was a sleeping weirdly because of this stupid cast? Yes. Now I have to deal with this pain for the rest of the day.