Make You Mine || Satoru Gojo Fanfiction

02

You and Satoru headed to the conference room ten minutes before the meeting. He walked confidently, hands empty, while you trailed behind, balancing the files and iPad in your arms. He moved like a lion entering his domain, and you followed like a mouse, trying not to draw attention.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!" he announced, his voice filling the room as everyone stood to greet him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Satoshi," he said warmly, shaking hands with the elderly man, who returned the greeting with a smile.

Satoru took his seat at the head of the table, and you sat beside him, your place fixed at his side, whether you loved it or loathed it.

"Mr. Kento, you may begin," he instructed, his tone carrying a subtle authority that made the young man, a recent hire, stiffen with nerves. You sensed Kento's anxiety but knew better than to intervene. Instead, you silently wished him luck.

Kento's presentation turned out to be impressive, sparking a lively discussion between Mr. Satoshi and Satoru. You felt a wave of relief, glad that it had gone well for both the company and the nervous newcomer.

After the meeting, you and Satoru walked back to his office in silence. The tension from the conference room seemed to cling to the air between you. As soon as you reached his office, he loosened his tie and exhaled deeply, as if finally free from a suffocating grip.

He sank into his chair, and you instinctively handed him a glass of water. After five years of working together, you had learned to anticipate his needs—Satoru was a man of few words, and you had to decipher his actions.

"That guy was boring," he said after taking a sip, his tone flat.

"But his presentation left a good impression on Mr. Satoshi," you ventured, feeling a pang of sympathy for Kento, who had clearly put in a lot of effort.

"I didn't say the presentation was bad," Satoru replied, his eyes locking onto yours, his shoulders tensing. "I said he was boring." His words were a clear warning not to challenge his judgment. The intensity in his blue eyes made you shiver, as if they were momentarily flashing red with anger. He was a jerk, no doubt, but he was your boss, and you knew where the boundaries were.

"I'm sorry," you quickly apologized, afraid that crossing him might cost you more than just a reprimand.

"What's next?" he asked, his voice back to its usual cold tone.

"The speech for the applicants," you replied, relieved that the moment had passed.

"Ugh.." He groaned in frustration, his low deep voice, suddenly, made you feel something in your stomach. His grunt, that voice, it was so sexy. But you shook off your head because it was only 30 minutes left for the event and you had to make arrangements.

The event was held in the office auditorium, conveniently close enough that you could leave just two minutes before it started. When you arrived, the room was already buzzing with anticipation. Faces reflected a mix of excitement, anxiety, and indifference.

The host spotted you and Satoru and waited for your signal. You nodded, giving her the go-ahead.

"Good afternoon, dear applicants! I'm sure you're excited to be here at Gojo Tech and Co.," she began, her voice bright and enthusiastic, eliciting nods from the audience.

"I'm sure you'd love to hear some words of motivation to fuel your journey through the application and testing rounds. It can be intimidating, applying to the best company in Japan, but today, we're honored to have our CEO, Mr. Gojo, share his wisdom with you."

Satoru stepped onto the stage as the room erupted in applause. You noticed how the men in the audience seemed intimidated by his presence, while the women appeared captivated by his looks. It was a reaction you had seen countless times.

"Thanks," he began, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"Good afternoon, everyone," he continued, his tone low yet cheerful, though you knew it was a performance for their sake.

"Good afternoon!" the crowd echoed, their excitement palpable, especially among the women who seemed to swoon at his mere presence.

"You all seem delighted to be here," he remarked, drawing cheers from the crowd. He was a master at making an impression, his charm amplified by his position and striking appearance.

"I believe applying itself is motivation enough. All I'll say is, I hope you do well in the upcoming tests, and let's see how many of you make it to the freshie desk. Good luck."

With those few words, he left a powerful impression, and the room burst into applause, faces glowing with newfound determination.

"Let's go," he said as he stepped down from the stage, walking toward you. Together, you exited the auditorium, leaving the host to continue the event.