Make You Mine || Satoru Gojo Fanfiction

15

It was late at night, and the plane was shrouded in darkness, with only the soft hum of the engines breaking the silence. Everyone had fallen asleep, including Gojo, but you found yourself wide awake, the close proximity to him keeping your mind restless.

Throughout the flight, there had been fleeting touches—his arm brushing against yours, his hand occasionally grazing yours. Each contact sent a ripple of awareness through you, and you were certain it affected him just as much.

Unable to sleep, you finally turned to face him. Gojo's sleeping face was a picture of serenity. He could be overwhelming when awake, but now, with his eyes closed and his features softened by sleep, he looked almost innocent—beautiful in a way that made your heart ache.

You couldn't stop yourself from taking in every detail of his face: the sharp line of his jaw, his smooth forehead, the way his white hair framed his features, his perfectly straight nose, and those slightly parted, soft pink lips.

You resisted the urge to reach out and touch him, knowing that even just looking at him was enough to make you fall harder. You were beginning to realize that you were falling deeply for him, and the thought of it terrified you—because you knew there would be no one to catch you if you fell too far.

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The next morning, you woke up to the gentle rumble of the plane's descent. A sharp pain in your neck reminded you that you had spent the night leaning against Gojo's shoulder. As the realization hit you, you quickly pulled back, your face heating up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gojo," you stammered, mortified.

"It's alright," he replied, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"You could've woken me up," you muttered, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"You looked better when you were asleep," he said, his voice steady and warm. His words sent a flutter through your chest, and you couldn't help but smile shyly as you leaned back in your seat.

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An hour later, you landed in the Maldives, the warm air greeting you as you stepped out of the plane and left for you hotel. The hotel was a luxurious paradise, its grand entrance giving way to an opulent interior.

"I'll go inform them about our arrival," you said as you both entered the hotel.

"I'll handle it," Gojo interjected, catching you off guard. It was unusual for him to take on a task like this—it was your job as his secretary, after all.

"Why would you?" you asked, surprised by his insistence.

"The reservations were made through me, so I need to take care of it," he explained, striding toward the reception desk while you followed a few steps behind.

At the desk, you found Gojo in a heated discussion with the manager, who stood like a shield for the nervous receptionist behind him. Gojo's frustration was evident as he argued.

"How can you mess this up? I clearly requested two single rooms!" Gojo's voice was low, but the irritation was clear.

"What's wrong?" you asked, approaching the desk, sensing the tension.

"Sir booked two single rooms, but unfortunately, one of them is unavailable due to unforeseen repairs," the manager explained, his tone apologetic.

"Can't you just give us another room?" you suggested, trying to find a solution.

"All other rooms are fully booked, ma'am," the manager said, his words filling you with a mix of anxiety and nervousness.

"Since the single room isn't an option, we're offering you a complimentary upgrade to our couple's suite. It's at the same price, with enhanced amenities and services," he continued, the mention of a "couple's suite" making your heart race.

"At the same price? Do you think I'm that cheap?" Gojo growled, his voice rising in frustration.

"We're truly sorry, sir, but this is the best we can offer under the circumstances," the manager replied, his sincerity evident. You felt a pang of sympathy for him.

You wanted to agree with the manager's suggestion, but with Gojo there, it wasn't your decision to make. You remained silent, waiting anxiously for his verdict.

After a tense pause, Gojo sighed, his anger subsiding. "Okay, we'll take it," he said, his tone resigned. You were left momentarily stunned, a rush of emotions swirling within you—happiness, excitement, and a nervous anticipation at the thought of sharing a couple's suite with Gojo.

As the staff took your luggage to the room, you followed Gojo, your heart pounding in your chest. The reality of staying in a couple's suite with him was sinking in, and you couldn't help but feel a strange excitement tingling in your stomach.