Make You Mine || Satoru Gojo Fanfiction

01

Working as a young secretary in the bustling heart of Tokyo was already a challenge, but when your boss is the infamously captivating and infuriating Satoru Gojo, it becomes a test of endurance. The city may never sleep, but neither do your frustrations with a CEO who knows exactly how to push your buttons. As criminally attractive as he is, Gojo's charm is matched only by his arrogance, making him as impossible to ignore as he is to tolerate.

You step out of the elevator with a deep breath, steeling yourself for another day. Your desk, unfortunately positioned right outside Mr. Gojo's office, offers you a front-row seat to his daily antics. While some might consider this a privilege, for you, it's more of a curse. Watching the man all day would be pleasant if he weren't such an insufferable tease.

As usual, Gojo is late. You drop your bag beside your chair and head into his office to ensure everything is perfectly in place—anything to avoid another one of his tantrums. As you adjust the items on his desk, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, smoothing down a stray lock of hair.

Suddenly, you feel his presence behind you, his voice low and smooth as he whispers your name, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Good morning, Mr. Gojo," you manage, trying to steady your racing heart as you tuck your hair behind your ear.

"You don't need a mirror," he murmurs, his eyes lingering on you. "You're already beautiful."

You know better than to take his compliments to heart—Gojo has a way with words, and 90% of the time, they're just that: words. But the way they roll off his tongue makes it impossible not to feel a flutter of something.

"Your schedule, Mr. Gojo?" you say, attempting to bring the conversation back to business. He saunters over to his chair, shrugging off his coat, revealing toned biceps that catch your eye before you can stop yourself.  Those arms, those hands, they must be so strong.

He notices, of course. "I know I'm a work of art, but try not to get too distracted," he says with a smirk, his tone teasing as usual. You recover quickly, pretending his remark was just another one of his jests.

"You have a meeting with Mr. Satoshi at noon," you begin, holding your tablet and scanning through his appointments. Gojo leans back in his chair, his eyes half-lidded as he listens.

"Can't skip that," he mutters, and you nod, relieved that he's not resisting—yet.

"You're also scheduled to give a speech at the Introductory Event for this year's applicants at 2 PM," you continue.

He raises an eyebrow. "Why? They've already applied. If they need motivation now, they're in the wrong place."

You suppress a sigh. It's pointless trying to explain. "Will you attend?"

"Fine," he concedes, waving a hand dismissively.

"At 3 PM, you have a dinner meeting with Mr. Getoo and his team at Fine Dines," you add, and this time, a sly smile tugs at his lips.

"Perfect. Lunch is free then," he murmurs.

"And finally, you're expected at a charity function at Goda House at 6 PM," you say, bracing for his reaction.

Predictably, he throws his hands up in mock exasperation. "They've already got the money. Do I really need to show up?"

His indifference makes you grit your teeth, but you maintain your composure. "It's expected of you, Mr. Gojo."

"Anything else?" he asks, his tone suggesting he's done with this conversation.

"No, that's all for today," you reply, stepping back. He stretches lazily, as if he's just completed a marathon instead of reviewing his schedule, and you take that as your cue to leave.

Back at your desk, you immerse yourself in work—confirming meetings, sending emails, and apologizing to Goda House with a bouquet of flowers on Gojo's behalf. Before you know it, the time for the meeting with Mr. Satoshi arrives, and you find yourself preparing once more to face the whirlwind that is Satoru Gojo.