Make You Mine || Satoru Gojo Fanfiction

05

"What?" you asked, a bit more rudely than you intended, the beer in your system making you bolder than usual.

"I'm sorry," Gojo said, catching you completely off guard. Someone as self-assured as him rarely, if ever, apologized—especially to someone beneath his rank.

"Wow, are you drunk?" you retorted sarcastically. Normally, you'd never dare to be so insolent with your boss, but the alcohol was loosening your tongue.

"No, but you are," Gojo replied with a chuckle, clearly amused by your boldness.

"You treat people like shit," you blurted out, your pent-up frustration finally spilling over.

"I didn't expect you to speak to me like that," Gojo said, his expression a mix of confusion and mild amusement.

"Yeah, well, I didn't expect you to act so unprofessionally and yell at your secretary who's just trying to be reasonable, either!" you shot back, your words coming out in a rush.

"That's what I'm apologizing for. But you need to remember that you crossed a line too," Gojo said, his tone firm.

"I don't care, you dickhead!" you spat, jabbing your finger into his chest. The beer had given you a strange kind of courage. Gojo glanced down at your finger, his smirk turning slightly more intrigued.

"Do you normally treat your boss like this?" he asked, gently grasping your hand that was still pressed against his chest, his voice low and teasing.

"You're my boss in the office, not outside of it. So stay in your lane too, Satoru Gojo, you fucking dickhead!" you snapped in a warning tone, mimicking his from earlier, pushing him away and storming inside your house, leaving him behind, chuckling in disbelief.

--

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache—and a flood of memories from your outburst the night before. As you stood under the shower, the reality of your actions hit you like a ton of bricks.

Panic set in. Your behavior had been completely out of line, and the thought of facing Gojo today made your stomach churn. But skipping work wasn't an option, especially with an important conference scheduled.

You quickly got ready and headed to the office, determined to act as if nothing had happened.

--

You arrived at your desk, later than usual, to find Gojo already in his office. With a pounding heart and a façade of calm, you knocked and entered after receiving his permission.

"Good morning, Mr. Gojo," you greeted, your voice steady. Gojo simply nodded, giving no indication that he remembered last night's events. It was clear he was pretending, just as you were, to maintain professionalism. You were relieved that, for now, the air between you remained neutral.

"Your schedule for today includes an online conference with Mr. Shin Han Joo at 1 PM, and a magazine photoshoot at 6 PM," you reported as Gojo listened attentively.

"Alright," he replied, turning his attention back to his computer. You were grateful that the tension had eased, at least for now.

--

The online conference lasted about two hours, with Gojo and Mr. Shin discussing business matters. Mr. Shin, one of Korea's top business magnates, was eager to collaborate with Gojo, who was already a leading figure in Japan. Gojo was impeccably professional throughout the meeting, delivering polite smiles and compliments with practiced ease. Yet, his abruptness with Suguru still remains a mystery.

The conference ended on a positive note, and you both retreated to your respective workspaces.

--

"Mr. Gojo, we should leave for the photoshoot," you reminded him as the clock neared 5 PM, knowing the location was a 45-minute drive away.

"Sure," he agreed, a smug look playing on his lips. This was his chance to flaunt his irresistible charm and looks—a task he seemed to relish. But a handsome face, you mused, meant little when it lacked a decent personality.