✦ 𝙨𝙚𝙭 『𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩』𝙜𝙤𝙟𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 ✦

𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄.

OFFICE!AU oneshot

satoru gojo left sorcery to work at the office.

"𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜?"

"𝙮𝙚𝙨."

𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗:

𝗦𝗛𝗘 - 𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗥, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥, 𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗢𝗖𝗘𝗔𝗡

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𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨.

Your eyes widened looking at the man's name on your computer screen.

Is this for real? The man you used to hook up with in college?

You had to be his assistant?!

This was bullshit!

You grabbed your mouse and scrolled down on the information, automatically noticing his features.

You can't even lie, he was attractive.

Way more attractive than in college.

But, seriously? Out of all people, him? This had to be a prank, right?

It can't be. Your work is too professional for this to be a joke.

Sighing, you shut down your laptop, standing from your seat at your desk to your bed.

Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.

Satoru was beyond excited to hear that you were going to be his personal assistant.

You've been a personal assistant before, and the reviews were pretty good.

Almost as if the world heard him, he hears your stilettos hit the marble flooring, opening the glass door.

Satoru stands up, walking towards you. "Long time no see, gorgeous."

"I regret accepting your offer. I'm off now," You turn around now wanting to leave, before he grabbed your wrist.

Holy fuck. His hands were so much bigger than yours.

"Nah. Who else would be my amazing, personal assistant?"

"Definitely not me."

"Oh, don't be like that." He chuckled, letting go of your wrist before walking back to his chair, taking a seat.

"Don't be shy. Sit there." He points to the chair infront of his desk.

You sigh heavily, sitting down on the chair he offered you.

"You do realize how unprofessional you're being, right?" You glare at him.

"Whaaaaat? No, I'm just complimenting you. How is that unprofessional, sweetheart?" He leaned forward, holding his arm with his elbow on the desk, his head resting on his knuckles, staring at you from your chest-to your eyes.

"This isn't just about complimenting. Stop gawking at me and quit using pet names on me. I'm your personal assistant, not your personal fuck buddy."

"Aren't fuck buddies personal?"

"No. They can have plenty of people join them. Not only that, but the 'fuck buddy' could be telling other people their business. Where in the hell is that personal?"