Make You Mine || Satoru Gojo Fanfiction

06

"Good afternoon, Satoru! I'm so thrilled to finally see you in person." Yoshida Kosukai, the famous celebrity magazine editor, greeted Gojo with a wide, overly enthusiastic smile as the two of you walked into the studio.

Yoshida might project an image of a lively, almost vampiric beauty, but beneath that surface lies an unmarried cougar with a relentless appetite for younger men. Satoru Gojo, unsurprisingly, ranks number one on her "Boys I Lust After" list.

"Hello, Kosukai," Gojo replied casually. They've known each other for years, and with Kosukai's long-standing infatuation with him, she always tried to maintain a false sense of familiarity, leading to the casual first-name basis.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," you greeted her as well. Predictably, she ignored you with a condescending smirk. Kosukai despises you, jealous that you're Gojo's secretary. She likely envies every young woman on this earth.

"You grow more heartbreakingly handsome by the day, Satoru!" she purred, leaning onto his shoulder, her hand lingering a little too long. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to ease the awkwardness.

"[Your name], go check if the makeup artists are ready," she suddenly snapped, tearing her gaze from Gojo and fixing you with an icy stare. You'd expected it; she couldn't tolerate your presence around him for long.

"Of course," you replied, turning away from her and heading toward the makeup team.

"Hey, Mathew!" you greeted the guy in green. Mathew, a Japanese-American, had become a long-time friend of yours, thanks to the countless photoshoots.

"Got kicked out again, huh?" he teased, knowing all too well how Kosukai operated.

"As if there was ever a chance I wouldn't be," you replied, dripping with sarcasm, earning a chuckle from Mathew.

"You guys ready?" Gojo's voice came from behind, and you turned to see him approaching.

"Yep. Please take a seat, Mr. Gojo," Mathew said, pulling out a chair. Kosukai followed closely behind, brushing past you with a light, dismissive push on your shoulder—a petty attempt to assert dominance. You exchanged knowing glances with Mathew.

"Satoru, you don't even need makeup. You're naturally flawless," she exclaimed, sidling up to him with a smile that dripped with intent.

"Tell me something I don't know," Gojo shot back with a sly grin, their laughter filling the room.

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The makeup session took about 30 minutes, filled with Kosukai's relentless flirting and Gojo's tactful dodging. He knew exactly how to navigate such situations without causing a scene. He'd been well aware since day one that Kosukai wanted to sleep with him, but he always maintained a level of professionalism that allowed him to brush her off smoothly. Yet, she never ceased with her cringeworthy attempts. Moments like these made you feel a pang of sympathy for Gojo.

Everything was set. Gojo was modeling for "The Future of Japan 2025!", Japan's top business magazine, where he'd been the reigning cover star ever since his company's rise to prominence.

Despite his often insufferable attitude, there was no denying that Gojo was criminally handsome. He could make anything look good, and his unshakable confidence was the cherry on top. No matter how much you resented him, his beauty was undeniable.

As the photoshoot began, Gojo seamlessly shifted into model mode. If he hadn't been a CEO, he could easily have pursued a career in modeling. His striking glares, smoldering smile, and perfectly tailored suit were mesmerizing. Occasionally, he'd glance over at you, sending a flutter through your stomach, which you quickly quashed by reminding yourself what a jerk he could be.

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The photoshoot wrapped up after two hours, and everyone began packing up. You were gathering Gojo's belongings when you noticed Kosukai getting increasingly physical with him, perhaps turned on by the photoshoot.

"[Your name], are we all set?" Gojo asked as you finished packing up.

"Yes, we're good to go," you replied, ready to leave.

"Satoru!" Kosukai called out, clutching Gojo's arm just as he was about to leave. You were taken aback by her boldness.

"How about we grab a drink? She can find her own way home," she suggested, casting you a disdainful glance as though you were beneath her.

"I don't think I'll be able to do that even next time," Gojo replied smoothly, his tone polite yet firm enough to sting. Her face fell, especially with you standing right there.

"Come on, Satoru!" she insisted, stepping closer, holding both of his hands now. You couldn't help but cringe from the sidelines.

"People are watching," he reminded her, glancing around.

"Who cares?" she replied, her eyes gleaming with a sly expression.

"But my secretary matters," he said, and your eyes widened in shock.

Kosukai turned her glare on you, her expression darkening with anger.

"She matters?" she spat, glaring at you as if you were dirt under her shoe.

"Yes. And stop looking at her like that," Gojo warned, his tone sharp and protective, leaving you stunned.

"She's garbage, Satoru!" she snapped, starting toward you with a menacing look. Before she could get any closer, Gojo stepped between you and her, shielding you. This moment felt surreal.

"She's not garbage. You are. I've tolerated you out of professionalism, but you crossed the line by insulting my secretary," he retorted, his words hitting her like a slap, leaving you almost blushing.

"Let's go," he said, turning to leave, and you followed.

"Satoru! You know this could land you in serious trouble," she shouted after him, implying that she had the power to get him dropped from the magazine cover.

"I don't need a damn magazine to shine, you hag!" Gojo fired back, his voice dripping with disdain as he walked away, you following closely behind.

This was beyond anything you could have imagined.