Make You Mine || Satoru Gojo Fanfiction

03

"Lunch time! Finally!" Satoru exclaimed with a grin, stretching his arms as he strolled toward his cabin.

You followed behind, watching him unwind. "What time should we head out, Mr. Gojo?" you asked, ready to call the driver.

"30 minutes prior," he replied, settling into his chair.

"Alright." You nodded and left his cabin, heading back to your desk.

Finally seated, you took a deep breath, savoring the brief moment of calm. If Gojo handled 50% of the work, you were managing 70. You sipped some water, appreciating the momentary peace as you checked your phone.

Time passed quickly, and soon you were back at Gojo's cabin.

"Mr. Gojo, it's time to leave," you informed him, finding him focused on his computer.

"Alright," he said, standing up and grabbing his coat. Without another word, he headed out, and you followed.

--

You both sat in the car, the silence filled only by the hum of the engine. You were absorbed in your iPad, checking updates, when the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes. You lurched forward, but strong hands caught you, steadying you before you could fall. The iPad wasn't as fortunate, clattering to the floor with a crack.

Startled, you looked up to meet Satoru's piercing blue gaze. His grip on your shoulders was firm enough to hold you but gentle enough to not hurt you.

"Thank you, Mr. Gojo," you murmured, pulling away to retrieve the iPad. A quick inspection revealed only a cracked screen.

"You okay?" Gojo asked, his voice calm.

"Yes, I'm fine," you replied, though your heart was still racing.

"Drive more carefully," Gojo ordered the driver, his tone sharp. He then turned his attention away, as if nothing had happened. But for you, that moment was anything but ordinary. Your heart raced, and a blush crept up your cheeks, though you quickly composed yourself as the car pulled up to the restaurant.

--

"Mr. Gojo, good to see you," a smooth voice greeted you as you entered. It was Suguru Geto, his long hair framing a face that was almost too perfect.

"Same here, Mr. Geto," Gojo replied with a smirk, his usual confidence on full display.

Suguru's secretary, like many women, seemed captivated by Gojo, casting you a bitchy glance.

"Hello, Ms. [Your Name]," Suguru said, his deep, inviting eyes meeting yours. You returned his smile, trying not to let your nerves show.

"Hello, Mr. Geto," you replied, your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest.

You all took your seats, and the conversation quickly turned to business—money, investments, work while you ate. Suguru was polite, refined, and undeniably handsome—such a stark contrast to the ever-brash Gojo.

"You seem to have a lot on your plate, Ms. [Your Name]," Suguru remarked, noticing the cracked iPad.

"Oh, this? Just a little accident," you explained quickly, surprised he had noticed.

"Your company should replace it," he said, casting a sidelong glance at Gojo.

"We prefer action over words," Gojo interjected, his tone as smug as ever.

Suguru chuckled softly, his laughter only enhancing his charm. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him, especially as he continued to glance at you, his gaze making your heart skip a beat.

Meanwhile, Suguru's assistant was still trying to get Gojo's attention, but he barely acknowledged her. You almost felt sorry for her until you remembered that bitchy face.

"Ms. [Your Name], are you married?" Suguru asked suddenly, catching you—and even Gojo—off guard.

"Not yet," you answered, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

"I'm surprised someone as beautiful as you isn't taken," Suguru said, his voice smooth and warm.

"Beauty isn't bound by marriage," Gojo cut in, his voice firm. "What matters is her work."

"I didn't mean to imply otherwise, Mr. Gojo," Suguru replied politely, his tone gentle. You smiled at his grace.

"No offense taken. Thank you for the lunch, but we should be going," Gojo said abruptly, standing up. His suddenness caught everyone off guard, including you.

"[Your Name]?" he prompted, and you quickly stood as well.

"Thank you for the meal," you said, trying to smooth over the awkwardness as you followed Gojo out.

As you walked away, you could feel the eyes on your back, the guests left wondering about Gojo's abrupt and unprofessional behavior. Gojo could be unpredictable, but this time, you were left questioning his motives.