Make You Mine || Satoru Gojo Fanfiction

04

"Mr. Gojo, what was that about?" you asked cautiously as the car made its way back to the office. You knew you were treading on thin ice by questioning him, but the words escaped before you could stop them.

He turned his head slightly, giving you a sharp look that made you second-guess speaking up. But you pressed on, unable to let it go.

"Partnering with Mr. Geto could be a huge advantage for us," you explained, hoping he'd understand your concern.

"He's narrow-minded. I can't work with people like that," Gojo replied curtly, turning his gaze back to the window.

"That's a personal opinion, not a professional one," you countered, finding his reasoning hard to accept.

"It matters. He brought personal views into a professional setting, which means he's likely to do it again," Gojo shot back, his tone final.

"But—" you began, genuinely wanting to defend Geto, who had somehow won your sympathy.

"Don't interfere with my decisions, [Your Name]," Gojo cut you off, his voice rising with uncharacteristic anger. "You're my secretary. Your job is to manage my work, not my decisions, my judgments, or my opinions. That's not your place."

His outburst startled even the driver, who stole a quick glance in the rearview mirror.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, your heart sinking. Gojo had never raised his voice at you or any of his employees before. You were just trying to be reasonable, but he had shut you down harshly.

"Clear my schedule for the rest of the day and go home," he said coldly, avoiding your gaze in the mirror.

The driver dropped you off at your place, and as you stepped out, you turned back to the car.

"I'm really sorry," you said softly, but he didn't so much as glance your way.

"Drive," Gojo instructed the driver, who gave you a sympathetic nod before pulling away.

Today had been unpredictable and unsettling. As you walked into your house, you couldn't stop wondering why Suguru's casual remark had triggered such an extreme reaction from Gojo. What was it about this situation that had him so worked up? You were feeling so bad for Suguru.

He had been kind, composed, and understanding—everything Gojo was not. And yet, Gojo had treated him so dismissively.

--

"[Your Name], you're back early?" your roommate, Kugisaki, asked as you entered.

"Yeah, it ended sooner than expected," you replied, exhausted as you collapsed onto the couch.

"Tough day?" she asked, noticing the weariness etched on your face.

"Quite much." you sighed.

"A beer will fix that!" she said, her cheerful smile lifting your spirits a bit.

"Sure," you agreed, getting up to change out of your work clothes.

--

"So, what made your day so rough?" Nobara asked, pouring you a glass of beer as you settled in.

"Well..." you hesitated, not sure how to sum it all up.

"Is it something to do with your hot boss?" she teased, her lips curving into a mischievous grin.

"Well, he is hot, but he's also a dickhead." you replied, taking a sip of the beer.

"What did he do this time?" she asked, already intrigued.

"We had a business lunch with this incredibly attractive guy," you began, and Nobara's eyes lit up.

"This guy was noticing me, and he even asked if I was single," you explained.

"Wow, that's bold! He's definitely into you," Nobara said, her excitement growing.

"Yeah, but then the dickhead had to ruin it. He said women shouldn't be limited by their looks but by their talent," you continued.

"Well, he's not wrong," Nobara pointed out.

"True, but it was totally unnecessary. The guy wasn't even implying anything like that," you defended Suguru.

"Sounds like you're really into this guy," Nobara teased, grinning.

"Maybe a little," you admitted. "But then that jerk Gojo left the lunch halfway through, acting all rude and unprofessional. When I tried to talk to him about it, he yelled at me in front of the driver and told me to go home."

"Wow, sounds like he's jealous!" Nobara exclaimed, her cheeks flushed from the beer.

"No way! He's just being his usual narcissistic self," you said, the alcohol loosening your tongue.

"I think he's marking his territory," Nobara suggested, her tone playful.

"Whatever," you said, dismissing the idea, though it lingered in the back of your mind.

--

Later, after a bit too much beer, you decided to head home. As you reached your door, the remnants of your buzz faded when you saw Gojo standing there.

"We need to talk," he said, removing his glasses to reveal his striking blue eyes.

"Just a minute," you replied, your heart pounding as you hurried to take care of Nobara, who was already passed out in her room.

This was surreal. Why was he here, at this time of the night? What could he possibly have to say?