#ceo gojo satoru

[thehighpriestess1]

August : 10

Summary : Fate plays a cruel joke on Gojo Satoru. A new woman in his life gives him hope for love.

Pairing : Gojo x oc, Gojo x y/n

Genre : angst

Word count : 10k+

Warning : angst. Mention of killing and guns.

Masterlist : Previous

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Gojo hummed to himself as he stirred the pasta in the pan. It was date night and you had decided on staying in. Gojo didn’t mind. He enjoyed the intimacy of at-home dates. After everything the two of you had gone through, Gojo just couldn’t get enough of his time with you. 

“Y/n! Dinner’s ready!”. He called out for you and turned off the stove. He took out two cerulean ceramic plates and poured the pasta in each one. He hummed in satisfaction as he added his finishing touches to the dish. He carried the plates over to the dining table and placed them carefully. Two glasses of red wine. Two glasses of water. One candle and One bouquet of lilies. 

“Y/n! Dinner-”. Gojo was about to call out again but stopped and smiled to himself when he saw you walk in the dining room in your pretty blue dress. “You look beautiful”. Gojo said, standing at his side of the table.

You smiled and took your seat opposite to his’. Gojo sat down and took a sip of his wine. “Let me warn you love, you are going to fall for me again after you eat that pasta”. Gojo chuckled and twirled his fork in the orange dish.

“Don’t go. Not today. Please”. Your sweet voice rang in his ear. 

Gojo froze in his seat. “What are you talking about? I’m not going anywhere”. He mumbled. Tears blurred his vision and he wiped them with the back of his hand and continued to twirl his fork. He looked up at you, sitting still, your food untouched, wine untouched, glass of water untouched. You smiled at him, your sweet smile that could calm down the strongest of storms. “Don’t go. Not today. Please”. You didn’t open your mouth and yet Gojo could hear you.

“Y/n…”.

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 “Don’t go. Not today. Please”

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“You’re not here, are you?”. Gojo asked, stiff in his seat with a sad smile on his face. You shook your head. You reached for his hand across the table and Gojo saw the missing ring on your finger. Gojo gulped painfully, he didn’t feel your touch and yet he knew how it felt. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”. He mumbled more to himself than to you. “I…”. He gasped for breath. “I love you.. You know that right?”. 

You nodded your head. 

Gojo threw his head back and closed his eyes. The pain in his chest spread to the rest of his body. He sobbed until he struggled to breath. He was too afraid of opening his eyes, too afraid that when he would open his eyes you wouldn’t be here and he would be back in the world without you. 

“I shouldn’t have left that day! God y/n I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have left you!”. He yelled and scrunched his eyes shut until it hurt but he didn’t open them. 

“Master Gojo”. 

Gojo could hear someone calling him out. He felt dizzy and spaced out.

“Master Gojo, are you alright?”.

Gojo could feel someone shaking him. He opened his slowly and immediately closed them when the harsh morning light shone bright on his face. He let out a shaky breath and straightened up painfully. His back hurt, his throat hurt, his body hurt. 

“Jerry?”. He croaked.

“Yes. Sir. Are you okay?”. 

Gojo sat back up straight with a scrunched up face and realized he had fallen asleep at the table. The first thing he did was not to look at Jerry or even acknowledge him, he looked at the chair across the table, empty. The wine glass untouched. The food, cold and just as Gojo had presented it. He turned towards Jerry and sighed, his shoulders slumped.

But Jerry knew. He had been Gojo’s butler for the last 8 years and had painfully noticed the change in his master in the last four months. Whatever it was that happened, changed Gojo forever. Though he didn’t know how to help, he was going to stay by his side.

“Sir, let’s get you to bed”. Jerry took a step around the chair to help Gojo stand up but Gojo refused. “I’m fine. Just … make me some coffee. I have to go to work”. Gojo stood up with the support of the table and sighed as he felt his muscles tense. 

“Are you sure, Sir?”.

“Yes, Jerry”. Gojo said and walked away to the direction of his bedroom with a blank look on his face.

A lot has happened in the past months. Gojo group had taken over the control of Kyoto after exposing Utahime’s betrayal. Utahime was out of his life and her family had moved her to China and Gojo couldn’t care less about it.

It had taken him a month to track down Naoay Zenin. A month of sleepless nights but when Naoya Zenin was on his knees in front of Gojo, Gojo felt like a god. Naoya begged and Gojo laughed. Naoya cried and Gojo laughed. Naoya screamed and Gojo laughed. Till his last breath he denied killing you. He denied ever seeing you that night. But it was all a lie wasn’t it? Gojo was in utter disbelief that someone could lie even on their death bed. But if Naoya didn’t kill you and Hiro didn’t either then why were you not by his side? Hiro was dead and now it was Naoya’s turn to join him. As Gojo pointed his gun to Naoya’s forehead,he smiled. “For love”. 

Gojo stood under the shower. The cold water cascading down his chiseled body soothed him. Gojo didn’t know how or when these episodes happened. He didn’t know how he stepped out of reality and into the world where you were there. Maybe it was purgatory, maybe you were stuck in the space between life and death and occasionally he too stepped into it. Geto had told him to consult a therapist but Gojo didn’t want to be cured. No. He was too scared of not seeing you again. Even if it brought immense pain, even if it was just for a moment, even if it meant living with a heavy heart, Gojo wanted to see you. 

With the head of Zenin clan gone, Gojo clan became the most powerful clan in the country. There was no competetion. Gojo became the king of the underworld. People trembled in fear as he walked past them, they would bow and kiss his ring in the name of loyalty. His one glare would send a clear message across the country.  He had won the war, but at what cost….

The world held no colour for him. Everything was in grey scale except for a few flashes of red. His heart froze that winter and there was no warmth left in his body anymore. He rarely smiled and when he did it never reached his eyes. Some pitied him. Some gloated. But nobody could comprehend the ache in his body. They sang his praises but it fell on deaf ears. They praised his looks but no one looked at him the way he wanted to be looked at. People looked at him with fear, hatred, pity, sympathy and those that looked with love only wanted his power. He wanted to be looked at like he was human, like his life was not a waste.

He had moved out of his old house and into one of the main mansions of the Gojo clan. He was their leader now. He had duties that needed to be fulfilled. He wished to be selfish for a moment and finally join you in your world, but someone like him, could afford the finest of finer things in life but couldn’t afford death. 

Gojo stepped out of the shower with  his towel wrapped around his waist. The same blank expression on his face. People who met him often told tales of  meeting the ice prince. No one could tell if he was happy, angry, or sad. He was just Gojo Satoru. He looked at the breakfast tray that Jerry had kept on his nightstand. Rice, Miso soup, tamagoyaki and coffee. Even though he hadn’t eaten anything since last night he didn’t have an appetite. He picked up the coffee mug and walked towards his walk-in wardrobe. The room in itself was scant except for a book and photo frame on the nightstand. If Gojo was to never return here, no one would be able to tell if it was ever inhabited. Everything from his bed to curtains to the carpet on the floor and the doors was white. It emanated an ironic zen like feeling 

His wardrobe, once consisting of the most in-trend exclusive pieces, was now reduced to dull suits in shades of gray blue and black. Gojo sighed and picked out the first set he saw, a deep blue Zegna. He had one rule, no Tie. The first time he tried to fix his tie after that day he ended up having a complete breakdown and was eventually forced to rest by Geto. Ever since then nobody ever saw Gojo Satoru wear a tie. His life was split into two, somedays he worked as the head of the Gojo group, attended meetings, office events, charity balls and other days he was the head of Gojo clan, where he would meet with his trusted men to secure the position of the clan, listened to the problems that would take forever to solve the legal way, helped those who asked him for help, and punished those who crossed him. But if you were to ask him if he enjoyed any of the worlds he would look at you blankly and walk away. He didn’t remember what joy felt like anymore. Everyday was a chore, every breath was a chore. 

He walked over, sipping the last of his coffee,to the counter with a glass table-top showcasing all of his watches and rings. He slipped on his clan ring in his little finger of right hand and his Rolex Cosmograph Daytona watch in his left. The yellow gold rim of the watch paired beautifully with his yellow cufflinks with Gojo clan insignia.

The other side of the wardrobe, the hers in the matching set, was filled with couture gowns, skirts, dresses, pants, shirts, cardigans, jewelry from Cartier to Harry Winston laid out beautifully in glass top counters, a separate wall dedicated to bags from Goyard to Hermes. Gojo hardly visited this side of the wardrobe, everytime his eyes fell on a piece of jewelry or bag or clothing he would immediately imagine it on you. If he liked what he saw, which he did most of the time, then that item would be found on this side of the closet within a week. There was no logical explanation to why he did this, maybe a part of him hoped that one day the gods would grant him one wish and he would wish for you.

Today Gojo Satoru stood on your side of the wardrobe, staring blankly at the jewelry. But he wasn’t admiring the collection, No, he didn’t even remember buying half of it. His eyes were set on the ring in the center. Sitting beautifully in its velvet box. Gojo opened the glass top and picked up the box. His heart skipped a beat just looking at it.

He still remembered walking through the burnt down mansion. Hoping to find you, screaming out your name. He had spent that entire night looking for any trace of you.It snowed that night for a while but that didn’t stop him. When the first morning rays hit the snowy fields, that’s when this caught his eye. Shining brightly amongst the gray ashes, glinting in the sunlight, your last remnant. Gojo remembered falling to his knees as he picked it up and holding it close to his heart. He didn’t remember much after that because when he opened his eyes he was in a hospital and the ring was safe in his pocket. 

Gojo brought the box up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the diamond. “Good Morning”. He whispered and kissed it again. 

-X-

Geto was waiting inside Gojo’s office. He had been taking care of most of the things after the incident. He didn’t complain. He was happy to help his friend. But there were days when he felt like cursing you too. But he knew it wasn’t your fault. You had been the one to suffer the most at no fault of your own. If only he had been more careful, if only he had reached you on time. So many what ifs…

Gojo had become distant after that. There was an invisible force field around him which kept everyone at a distance, physically and emotionally. Everytime Geto asked him about his health Gojo would simply smile and give him a curt answer, “I am stronger than you think”. Geto would chuckle and drop the subject. Though Gojo hid it pretty well from others, Geto could see his eyes drifting to an empty corner in the room. That’s when he knew Gojo was not in the world at the moment. He didn’t believe in ghosts so when Gojo told him that he could see you Geto knew that was the result of the deep rooted guilt. When he had asked Gojo to see a therapist, Gojo asked him, “Would you want to stop seeing Shoko if you were in my shoes?”. Geto wanted to lie and tell him “Yes”. But he  couldn’t. 

“Ah! You’re here already Suguru!”. Gojo smiled as he walked through the door. But his best friend could see the tough night visible on his face. Geto smiled and put out his cigarette.

“I have a surprise for you”. Geto winked at him.

“And what would that be?”. Gojo asked as he plopped down on the couch in front of him.

“Your new assistant”.

“Assistant?”. Gojo raised a brow.

“More like a personal assistant”. Geto smirked.

Gojo sighed. “I know what you’re doing and I appreciate the help but I am fine”.

“So nothing happened last night?”. Geto asked with a hint of sarcasm.

“No. I had my dinner and I fell asleep”.

Geto hummed and for a second Gojo thought he believed him.

“So..Jerry was lying?”. Geto bit his lower lip to control his smile.

Gojo scoffed and then groaned. “Jerry!”.

“We care about you Satoru. I am not asking you to move on..I am just..”. Geto trailed off thinking for a better word.

“Just what?”. Gojo prompted.

“Just…distract yourself. Meet her once. She is smart, beautiful and loyal”.

“The last thing I want right now is to be distracted”.

“Fine then!. She will help you move on. Does that help?”. Geto, a generally calm man, was losing his patience. It was frustrating trying to help someone who needs it but wouldn’t accept it.

“What if I don’t want to move on?”. Gojo didn’t understand what was so bad about living with a ghost. He didn’t complain then why was everyone trying to get him out of it? He was happy. He was in pain but he was happy.

“She would want you to move on”. Geto didn’t want to play this card but the dark circles under Gojo’s eyes were growing with each passing day and Geto didn’t want to lose his bestfriend.

“Don’t..”. Gojo's voice croaked. “Don’t bring her into this. She is not here. You don’t know what she wants”.

“You’re right. She is not here but I know she would want you to be happy and healthy”.

“I don’t need to move on to be happy and healthy Suguru”.

Geto got up. “Fine then! Can’t you see that I am trying to help you! We all are! I know it hurts Satoru but she is gone. She is not here. Someday..”. Geto swallowed painfully. “..you will meet her Satoru but you don’t have to kill yourself everyday for that..Do whatever the fuck you want. I’m done”. He picked up his jacket and walked towards the door but Gojo got up and stopped him. 

Gojo knew he was hard to deal with and he was grateful to have a friend like Geto by his side. Geto was the only person in this world Gojo could trust and it hurt him to see his friend suffer because of him. “Fine I…I will meet her. What’s her name?”.

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Geto stopped. Turned around. Smiled.“Yuri”.

As soon as Geto had left the room Gojo groaned loudly. He stared blankly at the ceiling, scared that he might move on. He understood Geto’s concern but how could he just…move on? He picked up his phone and called a distant relative.

Yuta was one of the few Gojo trusted anymore. Though a distant relative he now worked closely with Gojo, much to others annoyance. 

“Hello?”. He picked up on the second ring. 

“Any news?”. Gojo spoke coldly.

There was silence. Gojo would call Yuta everyday and ask the same question and Yuta had to disappoint him everyday. “No”. He spoke, sympathetically. He could hear Gojo sigh on the other end. 

“Okay”. Gojo spoke and cut the call. 

Yuta kept the phone back in his pocket and stared at the men awaiting his orders. “Do you have her photo?”. He asked.

“Yes sir!”. The men spoke in union.

“Her name?”.

“Yes sir!”. 

“Good”. Yuta nodded.

Yuta and his men had been assigned a secret mission by Gojo. To find you. Over the past months they had combed through Tokyo, Osaka and Yokohama and today they stood in Sendai. From what Yuta had heard, you were dead. But apparently no body was found. He wondered if this was the reason Gojo was looking for a dead woman? It was none of his business. If Gojo had asked him to look for you then he was going to do it.

Gojo knew it was ridiculous to think that you were alive. But he wanted to look for you, one last time, just to be sure. Nobody except Gojo and Yuta knew about the mission. He did think of asking Geto for help but didn’t want to seem crazier than he already did. He hoped that one day Yuta would say “yes” and that day he would run to you as fast as he could. But for now he had to deal with whoever this Yuri was.

-X-

It had been two days since Geto told Gojo about Yuri and it had been two days since Gojo last saw you. Gojo didn’t think about it and somewhere wished that whoever this Yuri was, never shows up. But on the third morning when Gojo groggily opened his eyes, he saw a woman standing in his room. He smiled to himself thinking you had finally come back but when the fog cleared he realized that it wasn’t. It was someone else, black hair, wide eyes, plump pink lips. Gojo frowned and got up immediately, the cover sliding off his torso revealing his scarred but chiseled body to the woman in front. 

“Who are you?!”. Gojo demanded.

“I..I am ..Yuri”. She spoke hesitantly. Yuri stared at the startled man. The sunlight reflected off of every inch of his skin. His arctic white disheveled hair covered half of his forehead but it added immensely to his charm. His blue eyes glinted like it held all the answers she was looking for. She was well aware of who he was. Gojo Satoru. The ice prince of the Japanese underworld. When Geto had told her about her job as his personal secretary, she was hesitant to work with him given his cold reputation. But now that she was standing in front of him she knew that she was going to do her best to occupy the empty space in his heart. 

“Hello?”. Gojo called out and Yuri snapped out of her trance. 

“Yes. Sorry. Geto sent me”.

“I know that. I asked , why are you here in my bedroom?”. Gojo got out and made his way towards the bathroom. Yuri realized just how tall and broad he was. 

“I..I came to wake you up”.

Gojo stopped and turned around with a confused look on his face. 

“It is one of my duties as your personal assistant..sir”. Yuri spoke, a bit more confident than before.

“Get out. I need to get ready. I don’t need a babysitter”. 

“But..”. Yuri tried protesting but Gojo cut her off.

“Look Yuri, I understand that you are…my personal assistant but I don’t need you to wake me up. You can go and wait for me in the dining room. Okay?”. 

“Yes”. Yuri stood and watched the bathroom close. She smiled to herself. This was the first time he said her name and she felt like her name had a whole new meaning. She made her way to the dining room, blushing like a new bride. She had flirted and seduced many men but had never felt this way. She knew that she wasn’t the one in control here, he was. 

“Let’s go”. Gojo said, walking into the dining room to only grab his coffee. 

“Are you not going to eat  breakfast?”. Yuri asked, standing on the other side of the table.

“No”.

“But I made breakfast”.

Gojo stopped in his tracks and stared at her. His coffee lingering on his lips. “You did what?”.

“I know you don’t generally eat breakfast so I made something light. You should eat before you leave”.

Gojo stared at her and then at the simple toast and eggs on the table. He sighed thinking about what Geto had told him. He looked at her innocent face and knew that if he refused he would be bombarded with questions from Geto. “Fine. Let’s eat. But next time just ask me”.

“Okay”.

Thus began an unlikely friendship that even Gojo hadn’t expected. Yuri became more than his personal assistant over the course of the next few months. They had their meals together, attended meetings together and on rare occasions when Gojo was free they would often go out. But neither of them put a tag on it. Gojo didn’t want to and Yuri was just too scared that if she brought it up he would just run away. She was okay being his safe space. She occasionally saw Gojo staring blankly at a very specific ring and though it hurt her she knew that the dead was not a competition. You weren’t here, she was. You were a ghost whom Gojo couldn’t touch or hold and she could hold him whenever she wanted. 

Gojo had started to feel normal. Yuri was a good addition in his life and once again he was thankful to Geto. Yuri was nice. Yuri was kind. Yuri was beautiful. But Yuri wasn’t you. Which is why no matter how hard she would try, at night Gojo would prefer to sleep alone. The thought of touching any woman who wasn’t you made bile rise up in his throat. For the first two months Gojo felt guilty for even talking to her, he felt like he was cheating on you, betraying you. He stopped seeing you and it hurt him even more. At times he would forcefully stay awake and drink till the daylight hoping that in his dazed state you would come and sit next to him. 

But then when the morning came, he would have breakfast with Yuri. Was this what people called moving on? He would often look at Yuri when she would be giving orders to men, she was different from you. You were gentle, kind,soft, you would never order people around or put a gun to their head for not doing a job properly. Yuri would. Yuri did. She didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger for Gojo and Gojo liked this trait of hers’. Behind the innocent face was a fierce woman whom he had begun to admire. At times Gojo would go weeks without thinking about you but then it would hit him like a tidal wave and he would be back to square one. That’s when Yuri would force him to spend the day outside instead of brooding in his room. It was hard to convince Gojo Satoru but it seemed like there was one woman who had mastered that art.

On your birthday Gojo sat in his room all day, on the floor with a cake and candles, hoping to see you…but you didn’t show up. Maybe it was over for good, he thought to himself. It had been 6..7 months? Gojo chuckled, staring at the cake. He picked up the icing on his index finger and brought it to his lips. “Happy Birthday love”. He said to himself. “I won’t forget you. Even if you don’t show up”.

Gojo squeezed his eyes shut and leaned back against the bed. Tears rolled down the side of his face and the ache in his heart spread. He knew that he could celebrate all the birthdays he wanted but you will always be the same age. He could still see your face clearly, asking him to stay and he didn’t! He let out broken sobs as he thought about that day. His lungs burned and he felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore. He clasped his chest and leaned forward as he tried to breathe but he couldn’t. Gojo opened his eyes but he couldn’t see anything clearly. All he could see was the balcony in front, windows open, white curtains swaying with the wind. He got up with the support of the bed. His breath was still ragged and his lungs hurt but he wasn’t bothered about it anymore because soon it will all be okay. He walked past the cake, walked past the coffee table in the corner, walked past the curtains and the window and stood barefoot on the balcony. The railing reached just past his naval. He gripped the cold metal edge of the railing and took a deep breath. He wasn’t scared. He was happy. Happy that he was finally selfish enough to do what he had been wanting to do for a long time. Did he really deserve to live if he caused your death? Did he really deserve to see the seasons changed when you were stuck in the same season? Did he really deserve to feel the wind on his face if he couldn’t feel your touch anymore?....No.  Another deep breath with a smile on his face. He didn’t think about Geto, He didn’t think about Shoko, He didn’t think about his damned clan. All he thought was that in a few seconds he would see you, hold you and the two of you would start a new life on the other side. Gojo swayed gently to give himself enough inertia, 5..4..3..2..

“Satoru!”. Someone screamed. 

Gojo froze and turned his head back around to see a woman standing in his room…”Yuri?”.

Yuri ran towards Gojo and wrapped her arms around his torso. “No..Please no”. She whispered into his back. 

“Let me go”. Gojo spoke calmly. With a hypnotized expression on his face.

“No. I won’t. Please”. Yuri’s own mind was racing. 

Gojo turned around and unclasped her hand, pushing her away from him. “I told you not to come here!”. He spoke sternly. Anger rises inside him slowly and steadily. 

Yuri looked up at him in disbelief. “Please…”. She whimpered.

Gojo sighed. He turned around and looked down. If she hadn’t come then he’d be down there by now. “Why do you care? How does it matter whether I live or not? What use is this life if I…I have no one with me”. Gojo sobbed.

“You’re not alone Satoru..”. Yuri took a careful step towards him and wrapped her arm around his bicep. She looked up at him, “You have Suguru, Shoko and…I don’t know if it matters but you have me. We all need you in our life. You matter to us”.

Gojo stayed silent. Knowing that whatever he says now will only seem selfish in front of her logic.

“I know it’s hard to live without love. Which is why I can’t let you go”. Yuri pressed her forehead against his arm.

Gojo looked down at her and wondered..

“I..I love you Satoru. Even if you don’t. I will stay by your side in life or death. So please..please let me fulfill my duty”.Yuri looked into his eyes, eyes that held so much sadness, eyes that she fell in love with. “Please Satoru”.

Gojo sighed and stepped away from the railing. He knew he could never fall in love and yet…he wanted to be loved…

Gojo let Yuri sleep next to him that night. He didn’t hold her. He didn’t ask her to hold him either. It just felt nice to not be all alone in bed. 

Gojo and Yuri had become a dangerous duo. His lack of care for anyone and her sadistic behavior blended perfectly to create a partnership that made people shiver miles away. Yuri could do anything she wanted now. SHe had Gojo Satoru in her palms. She could kill, torture ,hurt anyone she wanted. It was a normal occurrence for Gojo to walk into the office and see someone begging on their knees in front of Yuri. He was accustomed to their bleeding faces and broken cries. Every face looked the same to him. Every cry and plea sounded the same to him. They would often cry out to him as he passed by but Yuri would just cackle in her seat knowing well that it was a waste. Gojo wouldn’t look down and walk by as if the person kneeling on the carpeted floor didn’t exist. Yuri’s ambition grew with each passing day. She came to be known as the woman who kills for Gojo Satoru. Everyone from Gojo’s office staff to people in his clan and even his house staff were scared of Yuri. They wouldn’t dare look her in the eyes and would often bow their heads down when she passed by. 

Yuri threw the dinner cooked for her on Jerry’s face because she didn’t like it. Yuri made the maid who was scared of dogs walk her two Dobbermen. Yuri slapped the guard who opened the car door for her because his tie was a little off. Yuri slapped another house help right across the face because she was wearing lipstick. “Are you trying to seduce my Satoru? You whore!”. Yuri screamed in her face. Everyone everywhere lived with fear. 

Of course she never did any of that in front of Gojo. She would often mock the people she hurt.”You think Gojo would believe you? Over me?”. She would laugh in their faces. 

“Can I do it? Please please please?”. Yuri pouted and tugged at Gojo’s arm.

Gojo sighed. The idea was a bit…crazy. Yuri had proposed what would soon be known as 10 days of hell. According to Yuri, if a person owed Gojo group 100,000$ and couldn’t pay it back then all he had to do was go through the 10 days of mental and physical torture where he would be paid 10,000$ each day. If he/she gave up half way then his next of kin would take his place. 

Gojo couldn’t care less about 100,000$ so he agreed. “Do whatever you want”. 

-X-

You drove with stinging eyes until you reached a small village. It had begun to snow and there was an eerie silence when you got out of the car. Your teeth clattered and your body shivered. You had to decide now and you had to decide fast. They could be onto you now. To be honest you didn’t know who you were running away from, Gojo or Naoya or Both. You had to think straight. First things first, the car. You had to do something about it. Was it registered under Hiro’s name? You were not sure. You got back in and drove the car further down the road. There was a pit stop with an empty parking lot. This was your chance. You slid in the back seat and unzipped the duffle bag. It had a few pieces of clothing that you had packed. You pulled out your jacket and wore it on top, next you took out the scarf and wrapped it around your neck in a way that it covered everything below your eyes. But there was something else there too. An envelope, a large one. You didn’t remember packing it, perhaps Hiro put it there? 

You took the brown envelope out, it was heavy in your hand. You opened it and the moment you saw its contents you let out a gasp. You immediately put the bag down and placed the envelope on the seat and started taking out its contents. A bundle of cash. How much? You didn’t know but it was enough to survive for a few months in the countryside. Next an id. Your id. Fake id. You stared at the plastic card in your hand. It was your photo. Different date of birth. Different address. You weren’t y/n l/n anymore. You were Hana Sato. Did Hiro do all of this? There was a folded piece of paper and you pulled it out.

Hi y/n. 

If you are reading this then it means that you made it. I don’t know where to start but I want you to know that I never meant to involve you in all of this. Had I known that things would turn out the way they did, I would have never agreed to all of this. I am sorry for all the hurt I have caused you. I hope you start a new life, fall in love and have a family of your own. You deserve better than this but this is all I can give you now. 

Thank you y/n for taking care of me when I got sick, thank you for caring about me when no one did. I was blind with revenge and I believed that there was no good left in this world but then you came here to save me. I didn’t deserve it. I don’t have the courage you do. I don’t have the kindness you do. Even though I am longer in this world I will always be with you. Thank you for saving my soul. 

I wish I could continue to live as Hiro and not Johichiro but my destiny was written long ago. I want you to write your own.

There is a lighter in the envelope and I want you to burn this letter. Remember me as your friend y/n, okay?

I love you,

Your friend,

Hiro.

You held the letter in your hand and cried over it, you shrank within yourself and wept. You mourned the death of your friend. You mourned the death of y/n l/n. You mourned the loss of a lover. You yelled and cried until your head hurt. You gasped for air as you leaned back against the seat gasping for air.Your hair stuck to your forehead you face burned. You wanted to crawl back in your old life but you knew that it was long gone. There was so much to do but god you wished you could just stay here. No. This was not the time to be weak. You sniffled and wiped the tears off your face. The snow had started to collect on the windows and you had to get moving. 

You flipped the envelope and let all the remaining contents fall out. You chuckled when you saw scissors and hair dye. Hiro planned too much. But that was typical of him. A burner phone. A lighter. An empty ziplock bag. You put everything back in the envelope and made your way towards the pay and use restroom. It was empty at this time around. You stepped inside the bathroom and locked the door behind you.First things first,  You wet your hair with the cold water, spread tissues on the counter, and got to work. You had cut your hair before, just trimming it a few inches from the bottom but now you completely let go of your previous length and cut it so that it was half an inch above your shoulders. You had never had bangs before, but now you cut them so that the bangs fell just above your eyebrows. You stared at yourself in the mirror. There was no way anyone would recognize you now. You hardly recognized yourself. Next you had to color your hair. You pulled out the box dye and began prepping the color. There was an urgency in your movement, even though you had locked the door you kept on glancing towards it every few seconds. After what seemed like an eternity but had just been 45 minutes you washed your hair in the sink. When you stood back up, your hair was a dark copper shade.But it was wet. “Fuck”. You muttered under your breath. You started looking around frantically for something, anything to help you..and then you saw it. The hand dryer mounted on the wall. You didn’t have to dry your hair completely, just enough so that it doesn’t arouse suspicion. So there you were, bending under the hand dryer, drying your hair. Once it was done you ran your hand through your hair to comb it. You stared at the woman in the mirror. “My name is Sato Hana”.

By the time you cleaned and stopped out of the bathroom, the sun had started to shine. You looked down at your left hand. There was a line where your ring used to be. You wondered where it was now. You walked across the parking lot towards the car keeping your head down and covered.

“Excuse me ma’am”. Someone called out from behind you. You stopped in your tracks and turned half way peep over your shoulder.

“Yes?”.

“Have you seen a woman around here? About your height, long hair..she looks like this”. The man in the black leather jacket held his phone up to your face. You brought the scarf over your nose and squinted to see, it was your photo. You stared at it for a few seconds and then back at the man. 

“No I haven’t”. You straightened up and turned away to walk towards your car which was a few feet away. You heard the man curse under his breath and took a deep breath to calm yourself down. 

“Can I see your id?”. The man jogged up to your side and stood in between you and the car.

“Who are you?”. You asked. Pretending to be offended. 

“I am from Tokyo PD” The man held up his badge this time. 

You bit your lip nervously and took your new id out and handed it to him. He looked at the id and the back at you and then at the id again.

“Sato Hana”.

“Yes”.

The man kept on staring at the id and then let out a sigh and handed it back to you. “You can go”. He said and flashed an apologetic smile. 

You got into the car as calmly as calmly as you could and began driving away. You saw another man run up to the man who stopped you and both of them get into a blacked out suv. You stopped your car and pretended to look for something in your purse to see which direction they would go in. Their car took the turn and started driving ahead. You cursed under your breath. You can’t risk going ahead and bumping into them again. You had to turn back. 

You turned on your burner phone and saw that it already had a message. An address. Itadori farms.

-X-

“Why haven’t we started the construction of the new factory?”. Gojo asked irritably. He was frustrated. “If you are incapable of acquiring a few farms then quit!”. He threw the file in the air and the two men flinched. 

“Sir we are trying but-’

“But what?! The construction should have started today and yet here we are still negotiating with the farmers!”.

“Ss-sir all of them have agreed except one”. 

Gojo scoffed. “Do we need their land? Is there any way we could work around it?”.

“No sir. Their land is right in the middle of our plan”.

Gojo rubbed his forehead. HIs headache had been persistent for over a week. Yuri observed Gojo from the corner of the room. She had been painting her nails red when these two imbeciles walked in and now she was watching them with half painted nails. She knew the true reason behind Gojo’s irritation. It wasn’t that measly piece of land. It was because your death anniversary was a few weeks away. She was happy that maybe ..finally Gojo would put you to rest. She had spent countless nights next to him and she had heard him utter your name countless times in his sleep. It hurt her, pierced her heart, made her cry silently but each time she would remind herself that you were dead. Long gone. Out of the picture. 

She sighed and stood up “I will handle it Satoru”. 

“What do they do?”. He asked, ignoring Yuri’s volunteer efforts.

“Sir, they are an old couple who are raising their grandson. They own a small piece of land and operate a snack bar from their house”.

“Anyone else in the family?”. Gojo asked. He felt a pang of guilt thinking about harassing an old couple.

“No Sir. But they have a tenant who helps around the snack bar”.

Gojo hummed “Ok. Leave now and get the car read”. and sat back in the chair.

“Satoru I-”.

Gojo raised his hand and Yuri understood. “I will deal with them myself”. Gojo declared, staring at a distance. If it was an old couple then he couldn’t risk letting Yuri handle it. Moreover he really needed some fresh air.

“Can I come with you then?”. Yuri asked in a honeyed voice.

“No. I want to be alone for a while”. 

Yuri jogged up to where Gojo was sitting and sat in his lap, draping her arms around his neck. “Please”. She tilted her head and pouted. Gojo didn’t look at her but that didn’t bother her. He often didn’t look at her and she was accustomed to it. 

“No. Get off”. He patted her hip and yuri got off with a pressed smile.

-X-

It had almost been a year since you waddled in the snack bar, copper color droplets rolling down your neck, a bag full of your past, shaking and shivering in the cold. You wondered why Hiro picked this place. 

“Can I help you?”. An old woman had asked you as she walked from behind the counter.

“I..I..”. Your teeth were chattering and your face was drained of any color. 

“Come, Sit down”. She had offered you warm food and tea before she could ask about you. It was unlikely to see a new face in this village but Mrs.Itadori was expecting you. “Are you..hana?”. She asked as you took the first sip of your tea. You nodded and she smiled. You later found out thatJoichiro grew up in this village. He had no family, only an older brother who had died in an accident, except you knew that it was no accident. Hiro had told Mrs.Itadori about a friend of his who was running away from her toxic family and needed a place to stay. Not a complete lie but not the whole truth either. But you had a roof over your head and after a really long time you were part of a family.  

But about six months into your stay you sat down with the couple and told them the truth. You didn’t want to lie to them. Not after everything they had done for you. You had kept your bags packed, half expecting to be kicked out but to your surprise they simply smiled and patted your head gently. You started sobbing at their act of kindness but Mrs.itadori got up and hugged you and comforted you. Maybe this is what it felt like to have a family. Her grandson, Yuji, saw you sobbing and waddled over to hand you his favorite dinosaur plushie. You chuckled and accepted his gesture too. You liked this life. Simple life. Happy Family. Every morning you would get up at 5:00 AM and make breakfast for yourself and the couple. Mrs.itadori would start preparing dishes for the snackbar, you would drop Yuji to school and Mr.Itadori would go to their farm to check on the vegetables. All three of you would gather in the kitchen where Mr.Itadori would help his wife with the cooking while you handled the store front. Then after lunch you would go and pick Yuji from the school and on the way back both of you would have chocolate milk at 7-Eleven. By nightfall, you and Mr.Itadori would clean the store front and Mrs.Itador would close the kitchen. During Summer, the three of you would sit in the backyard and enjoy the cool milk tea while Yuji tried his best to catch a dragonfly with his net. Though you refused, the couple insisted on paying you but refused to charge you for rent. 

Their house was right above, a three storied building where you occupied the uppermost room. A staircase ran along the side of the building, leading up to your door. Though you could access the entire house from inside, the couple handed you the key for the outer door so you could have your privacy. You chuckled at their suggestion but thanked them for the offer.

You felt like you could finally breathe. You had started to smile, to eat, to take care of yourself and sleep peacefully. You felt like you had everything except..love. Sometimes you stared at your hand and wondered if Gojo had ever found the ring. You wondered if he ever thought about you. Was he happy? Was he healthy? Had he moved on? Is he still looking for you? During your bad nights you had nightmares, Hiro on the ground, Gojo pointing his gun at him. You would wake up and stay up the whole night in your bed. You didn’t know who was right or wrong. Hiro lied. Gojo lied. Hiro killed. Gojo killed. Hiro was dead…You remember that when the spring came you buried the Hiro's burnt letter near the rose plant and prayed for him. It was the only burial you could give him.

You would ask yourself if you could ever forgive Gojo. You loved him deeply and many times you picked up your phone to reach him somehow but the thought of getting caught by someone else and put to torture again scared you to the bone. Afterall situation was a bit more complicated now.

Your alarm rang and you got up groaning. It was getting harder to sleep and even harder to wake up. Mrs.Itadori had asked you to take your time but you knew that staying in the room was not going to do you any good. You looked over and smiled. The snow had collected on the windowpane. The fields outside were covered in snow too. It has been almost a year now. You picked up your phone and set up a reminder. You were going to call Gojo Satoru in a week. You owed him that. 

At around 6 AM you rushed downstairs, through the drawing room into the store kitchen. Mrs.Itadori had already kept your breakfast there. You smiled and sat down on the metal stool and picked up a set of chopsticks from the stand. You couldn’t help around as much as you used to but they didn’t complain and you were grateful for that. You picked up the sticky note attached to the counter.

“We are taking Yuji to the temple. 

We will return by 8:00 AM. 

Finish your breakfast. 

I will open the store when I return”.

You smiled and kept the note in your pocket. Even if you couldn’t open the store, you could still set up the the store. You set the crib with dinosaur plushie behind the cash counter and began cleaning tables.

-X-

Gojo had reached the village earlier than expected. It was only 5:00 AM. He asked the driver to stop the car at a pitstop so they could rest for a while. They had left from Tokyo at 1:00 AM, expecting to reach here after sunrise but low traffic and free roads had them sipping hot coffee at a pitstop right outside the village. Gojo pulled the collar of his trenchcoat and walked over to the side with his paper cup in hand. His white hair collected a few snowflakes and swayed gently with the wind. He took a sip and looked up, the snow covered fields looked beautiful. A part of him felt guilty about having to ruin it to build a factory. Through the morning fog he could see the houses and the neon light of a store. Was that where the snack bar was?

“Master Gojo, You would be more comfortable inside the car”. His driver spoke, bowing down. 

Gojo kept staring at the faint neon sign. “I’m okay”. He took a deep breath, the air was cold and fresh. There was a faint smell of wet mud and Gojo couldn’t help but smile. For some reason, ever since he left Tokyo he had been missing a bit too much. He wondered if you’d like the view right now? Were you watching from above? Were you smiling with him? He smiled again. Gojo chuckled and a tear rolled down his cheek. He discarded the paper cup in the bin and went to the pay and use restroom. It was relatively warm inside and Gojo felt comfortable enough to take his coat off. He hung the coat on the hook and splashed water on his face. He started at his reflection and pulled out the paper towels from the dispenser and wiped his face. He walked over and dried his hands with the warm air of the hand drier. He put on his coat back and walked out. He checked his watch, 6:30 AM. 

“Let’s go”. Gojo said to the driver and got in the car. Other men discarded their cups and sat in the second Range rover. Gojo stared outside the window, there were butterflies in his stomach. He assumed it was the weather. As they turned right inside the village area the driver began giving him a runthrough of the land they had already acquired. Gojo didn’t care but didn’t stop him either. He was zoned out. He could see people opening up their shops, couples going for their morning walk, priests walking in a straight line with wooden beads between their fingers. 

“We are here”. The driver said as the car came to a halt. Gojo got down and looked up at the three storied building. “Itadori Farm and Food”. He muttered the name under his breath. 

The sign on the half glass door said closed but Gojo swore he saw someone inside. He walked over to the door and knocked. He waited for three seconds but got no response. He could hear noises coming from inside. He grabbed the wooden handle and tried to push the door. It was unlocked. He gritted his teeth thinking the people inside were purposely ignoring him. He pushed the door, it chimed, and stepped inside. It was empty. It was clean. The tables were set. He turned around, facing the door and took a step back, looking around the store. 

You had heard someone knock when you were in the kitchen and bent down to see through the gap in the wall but all you could see was some customer in black coat. You shook your head thinking it was one of the early ones. The sign read closed but some people just think they are special. You sighed and began arranging the baked cookies in a large metal tray from the plastic container. You heard the door chime and frowned. You bent down again but all you saw was the shoulder down. You scoffed at his audacity. You picked up the plate and walked out the door into the store area. “Excuse me! The sign says closed! Can’t you-”.

Gojo turned around when he heard a metal collide with the ground. His mouth hung open, shoulders dropped, time stopped.For a moment his body froze and all thought left his mind. He was blank, he was in a trance. Was he dreaming again? Was this one of his episodes? No it couldn’t be. No. No. No. No. No. No. He gulped hard and looked at you. You have changed. Your hair was different. You face..your clothes…the apron with the logo..the food tray..No. No. No. No. His breath hitched. His heart beat loudly against his chest. No.No.No… 

You let out a broken gasp. He was here. In front of you. Gojo Satoru was here. You opened your mouth to say something but couldn’t. You blinked fast and shook your head. You had to be dreaming. There was no way. No. No. No. No.

“Y/n…”. He whispered, but you heard it. Your eyes welled up.

“Satoru..”.

“Y/n..”. Gojo took a step forward.

“Satoru..”.  

Gojo couldn’t believe he was hearing your voice. You were saying his name. You…you were here. He took another step and he was standing right in front of you. You looked up and saw his tear stained cheeks and red eyes. Gojo brought his hand up and cupped your cheek. It was warm. So warm. You looked at him and after months Gojo Satoru was finally human.

“You..you are here..”.

“Satoru..I..”. You didn’t know what to say so you took a step back and looked down. 

Gojo looked at his hand that had just touched you, 11 months 3 weeks and 4 days since he had last felt your touch .“Why..why..?”. Gojo’s head was spinning, he felt dizzy and disoriented. He was still not sure whether you were here or was fate playing a cruel joke on him.

You didn’t know what to say. You had no explanation. “I..I..”. You stammered. “I had…I had to”. 

“You work here?”. Gojo asked hesitantly. 

Your eyes kept going towards the wall clock. Any time now he could wake up. You nodded your  head and fidgeted with your fingers. 

“I should clean this up”. You wiped your palms on the apron and bent down to pick up the tray but Gojo beat you to it. His eyes didn’t leave your face for a second. Even when both of you straightened up his eyes remained fixed on your face and yours on the ground. 

“Look at me”. He spoke softly.

You blinked a few times and looked up at him. HIs face didn’t show any emotion but his eyes spoke of the pain he had been through. 

“Why are you here?”. You asked as you averted your gaze again. You couldn’t look at him. It was part guilt and part anger. You kept the tray on a nearby table and picked up the broom from the corner. You would rather  be hovering around the store than stand in his presence without crumbling. 

But Gojo followed you around the store like a puppy, “Can you stop for a second?”. He called out to you.

You didn’t listen. You began arranging and rearranging plates on the stand. “I have work to do. Why are you here?”. You were purposely avoiding the cash counter for all the good reasons. 

Gojo had forgotten all about why he was here. Did it even matter now? He was getting frustrated by your lack of care or more like the act of it. He stopped and drew in a sharp breath. Were you really going to do this to him after putting him through hell for a year. “Y/n Gojo!”. Gojo yelled. 

You stopped in front of the table you were cleaning. Y/n gojo…Were you y/n gojo? Or were you Hana Sato? Or were you y/n l/n?

“Please..”. You whimpered as you clutched the cloth in your hand tightly. You turned around. You knew you owed him the truth. Now more than ever you owe him the truth. “Can we..can we just talk”. You wiped your tears. 

Gojo didn’t understand what was going on. Why were you here? Why didn’t you reach out to him? He nodded. You took a deep breath and kept the cloth back in its place. You took your apartment key out and walked out the door with Gojo in tow. You didn’t want to use the inside entrance with him because it wasn’t your house. The strong cold wind blew, making you shiver. You wrapped your arms around yourself and let out a foggy breath. You stared at the two blacked out range rovers. “Ask your men to leave”. 

Gojo stood behind you and with his one gesture both cars drove away. “Where are you taking me?”. He asked. You didn’t answer and started walking away instead. Gojo followed you once again as you went around the building, up the back staircase. He stood behind you as you unlocked the door.

“Do you live here?”.

You nodded and stepped inside. Gojo had to bow down given his big stature as he stepped inside. Gojo felt like he was home as he closed the door behind him. It was a small space. The main drawing room had a sitting area with a couch and a kitchen with a small two seater table in the corner. There was a basket full of stuffed toys in the corner. Behind the kitchen was a balcony where clothes were drying. The room smelled of detergent and coffee. Gojo smiled slightly, if given a chance he would leave behind all the luxury to live here with you. 

You pulled the chair, “Please, sit”. Gojo walked over to the table and sat down. You sat opposite him. “Would you like something? Coffee or tea or water?”. You asked. This was the first time you had someone over other than the family. 

“No”.

Gojo’s reply was curt. His face softened. “Come home with me”. Gojo reached out for your hand but you pulled back.

“No”.

“Why not?”.

“I..don’t want to be part of that world”.

“Y/n it’s not the same anymore. No one will hurt you. No one will lay their hands on you ever again”.

You gulped hard and stayed silent.

“I know”. Gojo continued. “It was hard for you. Getting kidnapped by Naoay and-”

“I left”. You cut him off. You couldn’t look at him.

“What?” Gojo frowned.

You took a deep breath  and told him your side of the story. How you snuck into his office and checked your phone and how you sent your location to him and how you willingly left him to save Hiro and how you saw him point a gun to Hiro’s head. You told him everything Hiro had told you about his brother and real identity. You watched painfully as Gojo’s expression changed from shock to sad to angry. He felt rightfully betrayed. He felt anger course through his veins with a burning intensity. 

“You left me for Hiro?”. He asked, poking his tongue in cheek.

“Not for..Hiro but to help him”.

“You didn’t trust me?”. He asked. 

You took a deep breath. “Satoru I..I don’t know how to explain it. I was scared. I was so scared and I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to help my friend”.

“And what about me? Did you stop to think about me?”.

You shook your head and sobbed in your hand. “I’m sorry. I’m..please”. 

Gojo leaned back and wiped his own tears. He was mad at you but he loved you. “Fine then-”.

Before Gojo could finish what he was about to say it happened. It was a whimper, then a sniffle, then the baby wailed loudly. Your breath hitched and you immediately ran towards the closed door and Gojo followed you. You stood with your back pressed against the door, like a barrier between Gojo’s wrath and the wailing child. “Satoru please, leave”

“Is that your child, y/n?”. Gojo’s breath had quickened and you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Move”. He commanded.

“No. Please leave”.

“So this is why you didn’t come back huh? What happened y/n? Cat got your tongue now? You left me to come to this god forsaken place to play house with god knows what asshole?!”. Gojo yelled.

You pressed your palm on his chest. “Satoru please. Let me explain”. But Gojo grabbed your hand and pushed away. He kicked the door open and barged in furiously. He didn’t care who you were married to or whose kid it was. If it was yours then it was his and he was taking both of you with him, the father could go fuck himself for all he cared. He walked gingerly towards the crib.

Usually it was hard to tell whom the kid looked liked,especially at two months old. But Gojo knew. Because as he stared down at the crib, the baby stopped crying. Gojo could see the cerulean blue eyes and light tufts of arctic hair on its head. Gojo was too shocked to speak. In a matter of hours, his world as he knew it did not exist anymore. He slowly turned towards you with his mouth agape. 

You immediately ran and picked up the baby in your arms. Gojo watched silently as you gently wiped its face and rocked him. It mumbled and tried to grab your hair. 

“Is it..mine?”. Gojo asked.

You couldn’t lie to him anymore so you nodded your head. Gojo wanted to scream and break things. He wanted to burn this cruel world and fight the gods for his fate. But he remained calm. It was calm before the storm. A storm that would likely destroy everything in its path. 

“Is it a..boy or a girl?”

“A boy”. You bit your bottom lip. The baby chuckled at something and you looked at him and smiled.

“What’s his name?”. Gojo asked, taking a step towards you. You took a step back but Gojo raised his hands in front of him. “I won't hurt you”. Gojo clarified. 

You stopped and looked at the baby, “His name is Keisuke”.

“Keisuke”. Gojo uttered and smiled. Happiness. It was an apt name. “Can I hold him?”. He asked. 

You bit your lip nervously. “Sit down there”. You gestured towards the single bed. It had fresh white linen and a pillow with a frilly pillow case. Gojo sat on the edge and looked at you. “Now fold your hands like this”. You showed him how you were holding Keisuke. Gojo mimicked the movement. Once you were convinced, you carefully placed Keisuke in his arms. You were surprised at how calm he was. Did he know he was with his father? Keisuke hardly stayed with anyone other than you and your eyes welled up thinking that maybe he knew that Gojo was his father. 

Gojo looked down at the baby in his arms. His son. His baby boy. He loved him. He knew the moment he held him that he loved him more than anyone and anything. “Hi”. Gojo said with teary eyes. Keisuke’s eyes widened and then he chuckled, making both you and Gojo smile. “He is so beautiful”. Gojo whispered. 

“Yes. He is”. You smiled and sat down next to him. You gently tickled Kesuke’s tiny feet and he burst into a fit of laughter. 

“Keisuke Gojo”. Gojo said and kissed his forehead. 

Your smile melted down. You took the baby from Gojo’s arm immediately. “No”.

“What are you doing y/n?”.

“He is not yours. He is mine. We are not going anywhere”. 

The atmosphere in the room shifted. Gojo’s happiness evaporated. “What are you saying y/n?”. Gojo stood up.

“I said that I am not going anywhere with you. He is not going anywhere with you. He is Keisuke. Not Keisuke Gojo. I will never let him be part of your world!”. You spoke sternly. Gojo could do whatever he wanted but there was no way in hell you were going to risk your son’s life.

“Do you really think I would harm you and my own son?”. 

You stayed silent. Gojo walked over to you and grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger. “You betrayed me. Lied to me. You have no idea what I went through in the past year and now…now you are saying you will keep my son away from me? Do you really think I will let you do that..y/n?”. Gojo seethed. 

“I don’t care. You can come and visit him if you want but we are not going anywhere”. You pushed his hand away and walked over to the crib and put Keisuke down. Gojo grabbed your arm and turned you around to face him. “You know very well what I can do”. Gojo warned.

A chill ran down your spine. “Fine. Do it then! Pull out the gun and kill me right now! Because I am not going to let my son grow up with a murderer!”. 

Had it been anyone to talk to Gojo Satoru this way, they would have been dead before they could finish the sentence. But you were not just anyone. He knew he would not hurt you. He could never hurt you. He would rather pull the trigger on himself than see a scratch on you. It was twisted, his love for you, it was toxic. He hated you just as much as he loved you. 

Gojo stared at you blankly and then he smiled. A smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Pack your bags right now if you don’t want this godforsaken village and this snack bar trampled to ground”. 

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[madamechrissy]

Even though I'm wifey you can hit it like a sidechick

Pairings- CEO Gojo x F! assistant reader -MDNI- explicit sex, oral (m recieving) domestic, spitting, dirty talk, name calling

Satoru loves how pretty you look on your knees, your hands bound with his tie, right in his office as he sits back in his chair. You're sucking him so good, fuck you're giving him all you have, taking him in your throat, drool spilling down the sides of your lips as he fucks your throat. But God just looking into your eyes? Fuck.

"That's it, you're such a good assistant, you know? Taking me so well." He cooes at you, brushing your hair back as you take him all the way down, nose hitting that white hair right above his cock, he groans as his tip is sucked down your tight throat. You're melting, wanting your husband's cock in you so fucking bad, but you love it, playing this, looking up at him with his dress shirt open, white hair falling. "Oh f-fuck, that's it. Such a slutty fucking throat."

You whine out, soaking wet and throbbing, tears falling as you ache for your boss Satoru, he pulls out then, long cock pulling out with a pop, then he's leaning forward, opening your mouth wide. He spits a trail of saliva down, groaning as you swallow his spit obediently, little pink tongue hanging out. "Please, Toru..."

His blue eyes glint. "Please what, little slut?" He teases, swiping the drool off your face.

"Fuck me, please." He moans then, standing and pulling you up by your hair, bending you over his large cherry wood desk. He shoves up your pencil skirt, sliding your sticky panties down to your ankles, rubbing you with two fingers, you're so loud when he sinks them in He has to cover your mouth with one big hand.

"Quiet, baby girl. Can't have the office hearing what a fucking dirty girl my wife is, hmm?" He shoves his fingers in deeper, you're pulsing around them, weak already when he finds your spot in your gummy walls, you're dripping juices down his cufflinks and Rolex, making his cock throb for you. "Gonna cum f'me?"

"Mmm!" You nod weakly, Satoru sucks your slick off his fingers then, moaning at how you taste, he can't wait to have you sitting on his face tonight. The thought has his cock throbbing when he aligns his tip with your entrance before shoving in, bucking your hips, so fucking full of him, he moans, laughing softly as a hand chokes your throat.

"So fuckin' easy, gonna cum this fast?" His taunts just urge you on, you're cumming all along his thick, veiny length, arching your ass up, sounds of your slutty cunt and skin smacking filling CEO Gojo’s office, legs trembling as you scream your orgasm into his palm.

Satoru exhales, clinging to you then, as your walls flutter around his cock and you're trying to milk him dry, your cunt gushing down his length onto the floor below. "You're the best fucking assistant I've ever had."

Not just because you're his wife either.

Ceo x assistant long fic here

[luvsupa]

ceo!gojo hires you as his new secretary, thrilled by the impression you made during your interview.

ceo!gojo who abandons his important paperwork and flirts with you every day when you’re trying to do your job.

“let’s go get lunch. i’m bored,” gojo purrs, leaning over your desk as you’re on the phone, planning his business meeting.

“sir, i’m kinda doing my job right now…” you politely decline his offer. he pouts, but you shift your attention back to the call. he doesn’t move, growing irritated, and leans over to end the call, cutting you off mid conversation.

“sir! that was a very important—” you stop yourself as you see him laughing and walking back to his office.

ceo!gojo who wakes you up every morning at 3 am to talk to you while at the club, not caring that you have work in a few hours.

“hello…?” you say groggily, abruptly woken from your sleep.

“you would not believe who i just saw,” gojo says. you huff in annoyance, thinking this time it was some kind of emergency. “sir, it’s three in the morning…” you trail off, looking at your alarm clock on your nightstand.

“can you stop calling me ‘sir’? anyways, i saw my ex at the club,” he exclaims. you rest your phone beside your pillow and slowly drift back to sleep as he continues to ramble on.

ceo!gojo who informs you about his impulsive purchases, this one being a ten million dollar yacht.

“suguru dared me to buy it. it’s really beautiful—you should join me when i have a party.” he whispers excitedly. you try to ignore him as you focus on his meeting.

“mr. gojo, could you please pay attention? we really need your input on this,” one of the angry businessmen says. gojo rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“my gorgeous secretary will answer for me,” he says, and you hide your smile at his words.

ceo!gojo who almost throws a tantrum when you tell him you’re quitting from lack of sleep (because of him), sleeping on the job, and messing up paperwork.

“okay, i won’t call you after work hours,” he whines, unable to believe you’re leaving him to find another job. you giggle at his words, knowing damn well he wouldn’t stop.

“i’m sorry, sir. it’s for the best. you’ll find someone better,” you reassure him as he groans loudly.

“but i don’t want anybody but you—what do you want? a new car? a house? i’ll triple your salary!” he offers many things to keep you, but despite his special adjustments to your salary, you cannot keep working for him.

ceo!gojo who contacts every single company you apply to. hell, he even pays them to reject your application.

ceo!gojo who grins widely as he sees you walking into his office a few weeks later, your anger evident as you approach his desk.

“my favorite ex-secretary! what brings you back here?” he says, cheering inside because all the jobs you applied to rejected you.

“satoru, i know you called the companies i applied to,” you say, getting straight to the point. he laughs loudly.

“what? how could you blame me?” he says sarcastically, knowing he thinks this is some game.

“do you want your job back? i’ll triple your—”

“yes.”

[gojoluvs]

Series Master-list

J’adore (Gojo x reader, Ft Suguru Geto!)

Warnings; manipulation, Mean Gojo!, angst, smut, drama, pregnancy, forced marriage, potential cheating, complicated love triangle, emotional turmoil..

The story follows the struggles of a young couple forced into an arranged marriage.

Y/n never expected her one-night stand with her boss, Satoru Gojo, to result in a pregnancy and a forced marriage. As she navigates her new life as a wife and mother, she finds herself falling for her husband's best friend, Suguru Geto. But is it love she feels? or just a desperate attempt to be noticed by someone other than her husband..

One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight • Nine • Ten • Eleven • Twelve • Thirteen • Fourteen • Fifteen

Genre: angst, slight fluff, ceo au, 18+ only!, Forced marriage, Forbidden Love, Slice of Life, Love Triangle, Workplace Drama.

Additional content; coming soon!

all rights reserved © 2024 Gojoluvs. please do not copy, translate, or modify my works in any sort of platform and if you do credit me.

[chososangelbaby]

OFFICE HOURS ONLY! K.NANAMI

synopsis in which y/n works alongside nanami in a huge project, only to find herself getting the stress fucked out of her

warnings female anatomy, she/her pronouns, stimulation/penetration, oral sex, pet name used is "sweetheart", unpotected sex, gojo mentioned as a fuck buddy,

author’s note this is my first collab with @leahrintarou! thank you for collaborating with me lele! <3 please be nice and no hate comments tolerated! enjoy reading <3

WORKING hours and hours at the most famous company really had you fucking drained to the fullest. Getting up at 6 am to be at work at 8 and then going home at 11 pm. Your schedule was mostly full of just work on work on work. But the pay was good at least. And it’s not like you totally hated your job, there was one thing you really looked forward to every morning.

Which was Nanami Kento. The man who would always greet you when you would walk in the office, his “good morning, miss” would always hit the spot, making you look forward to the day. The man who welcomed you on your first day and took you out to get a coffee, little did you know he remembered it, taking you your coffee everyday. The man who would always try to make small talk with you in the break room and ask you little questions.

You knew since the first day you had a huge crush on Nanami. After all he was handsome, well put together, and very well dressed. The suits he had on which made him look so sexy in, they were always top designer suits. Which was understandable since he’s been working longer in this company than you and making more. You wanted Nanami. But the more you thought about him, it just made you more curious about him. is he married? does he have kids? what are his hobbies? but you never made your move. You put the thought in your head that a man like him was most likely married and probably had kids, oh but how you were so wrong.

Nanami was single. A hard working single man who was always working 24/7 and practically had no life other than this job. He never really thought of love. He was always stressed and had no time for anything. He wished he could find someone to relate to his problems. Someone who can probably help him and relieve all this stress he has in him. And he will.

NOW it was 9:30 pm on a Friday, you were working on a big project your boss assigned you, it wasn’t too bad but the first section you were done with. It was just the second section you had a struggle with. You had been working on this project for days, you even had to stay overtime. You set your pencil down and sighed, leaning on your chair. Since you were going to be extending your stay at the office tonight, you thought you should get coffee, italian coffee of course. You grabbed your mug, making your way to the break room which was not too far from your office.

But of course Nanami was in there, He turned his head over to you and flashed a smile. “hello y/n”. you smiled back at him, “hi nanami” you said softly, your voice ringing in his ears. You walked in the room making your way to the coffee machine and pouring it in your mug, your back faced to Nanami. “How’s your project coming along? I see you’re staying overtime to finish it?” he leaned over the counter, taking a sip out of his mug.

you let out a chuckle, “yeah I am.. I got done with the first section of it.. it’s just the second part. i’m just so stressed” you sighed. “i’m sorry about that.. but you know I can always give you a helping hand” nanami offered to you. Maybe this could be your chance to get to know him better, but you knew how stressful it could be so you didn’t want him to help you. “uhm no nanami it’s okay really.. I really appreciate the offer though” you nodded. “I don’t take no for an answer, y/n” he said in a serious tone.

“are you really sure?” you looked at him sincere. “yes of course” he nodded, you sighed. “fine, uhm i’ll go over to your office once everyone starts heading out.” he put his coffee mug down to add more creamer, “sure thing”, you smiled and started walking out, “alright thanks nanami! i’ll see you later” you said before leaving the room.

You let out a breath you held in while talking to him, as you got to your office you squealed lowly to yourself in excitement. It was finally your time with Nanami alone. Just you two, no one else in the office.

AS the time passed you grew impatient, you wanted to be with Nanami, and finally the time came. You fixed up yourself in the bathroom mirror. Lifting up your skirt and fixing your blazer, along with your hair. You also fixed up your makeup since you had your bag with you, you added more of your lipstick and gloss on your lips. You got your perfume and sprayed all over your body.

Looking in the mirror you fixed up a little more. You left the bathroom and gathered your things, heading to Nanamis office. You took a deep breath and knocked on his door which you heard him say “Come in!” you slowly opened the door and slid in. “hi” you said with a small wave making Nanami smile. “here come take a seat” he patted the seat next to him by his desk. you took your seat, you opened up your computer and pulled out the section you had to work on for the project. Nanami pulled your chair closer to him making you widened your eyes.

“Sorry I couldn’t see your screen” he said. You nervously chuckled, “i’m sorry about that”. You turned your computer to him. “It’s fine, let’s get to work shall we?” you smiled and nodded. “yes, let’s do it..”

An hour had past by, you and nanami quickly opened up to each other. Just like how you hoped for. He was telling you everything you wanted to know, To his hobbies, to his favorite ice cream color. You were admired by him, the way he talked about his passions with you. It just made you fall for him even more.

Nanami wasn’t really the type to open up quickly or even talk, but with y/n it was different. She was different. She was a breath of fresh air and that’s something Nanami needed in his life. Y/n made him feel at ease. He felt like he could talk to her without being judge, vice versa with her as well. Not only that Nanami always noticed y/n. She was very hot. But he thought she had a boyfriend, a girl like her was probably in a relationship. he was wrong like how you were.

“Alright I think that’s the last of it” Nanami typed the final words in and sent in an email to the boss. “thank you nanami I really appre-” you got cut off by a notification on your phone, making you both look down as your phone was placed in between you both. Giving Nanami access to see your phone clearly and so did you.

GOJO: haven’t seen you in a while, angel. can I see you tonight?

“boyfriend?” Nanami looked away from the phone to you. You looked at him at the same time, “no he’s just a friend”. Nanami raised his brow at you, he wasn’t convinced. “friends send each other those kin-” once again your phone rang and it was gojo again…

GOJO: [attachment image] (dick pic)

“Friends send each other those type of messages and pictures?” Nanami teased. You turned off your phone, “it’s not like that..” you sighed. “you’re not going to reply?” you shakes your head no, of course not why would you reply when your with the man who you’ve been dying to spend time with.

“I'm just too stressed to be dealing with him right now” you closed your computer. “I could help with that.” Nanami smirked and put his hands on your thighs “h-huh?” you stuttered in disbelief but as you turned your head a bit, all that you saw was the genuine expression on his features.

Although you weren't too familiar with Nanami all that well, you couldn’t help but feel sure that he wasn’t the type to play games. His serious demeanor combined with that smirk hinted at a depth you found irresistible.

“Y-You could help?” you echoed, your heart racing as his hand lingered on your thigh. It was a bold move, and you were torn between excitement and nerves.

“Just a little stress relief,” he said, his voice low, leaning slightly closer. “Sometimes we need more than just coffee to unwind.”

You swallowed hard, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity. But all you saw was a desire that mirrored your own. “What do you have in mind?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nanami chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, we could start by talking about what you really want,” he replied, brushing his thumb gently against your skin.

The heat radiating from his touch sent shivers down your spine. “I... I want to know you better,” you admitted, your heart pounding. “But I don’t want to complicate things.”

He leaned back slightly, giving you a searching look. “Complication can lead to something beautiful,” he said, his tone earnest. “And right now, I think we both need a break from this endless cycle of work.”

"I guess you could say that."

Nanami hummed at your word, his hand sliding a bit more up your thigh. you heart thumped against your chest and you were sure that if you released your body from it's tense state, it would beat right through your chest. "now," he began, making you look up at him, your eyes locked on each others.

"tell me your answer to my previous question, y/n."

"what i want?" you question. it seemed like you were making sure that you understood what he meant, but in actuality, you already knew. you just needed some kind of excuse to give yourself time to think and answer the question properly without making a complete fool of yourself. he nodded, sitting up properly in his seat.

"i just need a break from this project. that's all." you finally confessed. although it was the truth, it wasn't the entirety of it. "then lets take one. I'm sure thirty minutes won't hurt."

"just thirty?" you questioned, eyes widening at his next word. "what? you think it'll take longer for me to get you to feel good?" his fingertips finally grazed your clothed sex with a careful motion. your body jolted just barely, but with the way Nanami's gaze was on you, he of course noticed it.

"relax for me, sweetheart. this is supposed to help you feel better." he twisted his wrist slightly, allowing the pads of his middle and ring finger to press against your clothed bud. you let out a shaky breath and as he applied more pressure, the feeling only increased. "you know, there's a few people down the hall." he muttered, using his freehand to turn your chair so that you'd face him. "all had the same idea as us to stay after hours and finish up some work."

Nanami mentioned this on purpose. he knew where he wanted to get with this and you began to pick up on it too when he began massaging circular motions against your sensitive bud. "as much as i want to hear the beautiful sounds you make, you have to be quiet, okay?" he features softened and you so badly wanted to feel relaxed by it, but the more he continued, the harder you'd bite down on your bottom lip to suppress the slipping whimper.

you shook your head, holding his gaze and moving your hand to grip his wrist. "Nanami-" he only sped up his movements, and this time you couldn't help but let out an audible moan. the fabric of your panties only gave you more friction. his hands were skillful and heavy in a way that you couldn't even begin to explain. "that's going to be a problem, y/n." he spoke, his voice snapping you out of your small daze along with the fact that he stopped his movements.

"what is?" you asked, uneasy not just by his words, but his tone as well. he couldn't have just played you and decided against you guys' dangerous idea, right? that wasn't like Nanami, but when you thought deeper, you realized that maybe it was. afterall, you didn't know him all that well. "oh, don't sound so heartbroken sweetheart." he said, a small frown on his lips at your despairing expression.

"i-i'm sorry." you quickly said, shifting a bit to get out of his grasp, but he stopped you with a hand against the arm of your chair. "that's not it. you've got the wrong idea, y/n. i meant that you can't make such sounds. so loudly, at that."

confusion struck you just as hard as the realization. you weren't thinking straight at all. call it the stress, fatigue, or lust, but it was all scrambling your train of thought and it was obvious since you hadn't even noticed the fact that Nanami was guiding you to stand as he still sat. he pulled you closer to him, one of his knees making its way between your parted legs. "take a seat, sweetheart. I've got a solution to that vocal mouth of yours."

you followed his words and took a seat right on his thigh, your legs straddling either side. Nanami admired you deeply and lustfully, yet he was able to keep his composure. you on the other hand, couldn't help but grind down just a bit at the lack of attention that you needed in certain areas. Nanami quirked an eyebrow at your actions, and while you wanted to feel regret for your impatience, you couldn't.

it simply felt too good.

"please touch me again, Nanami." you muttered, the feeling of yearn coming to you when you glanced at his hand that rested against your thigh. he only lifted your skirt, pushing the item further up to reveal your clothed sex. "let's keep you quiet for a bit, okay?" he muttered, his freehand meeting with your nape to pull your face down closer to his. your lips met after a small pause and Nanami pulled you in in mere seconds.

this new position allowed you to press your bud against his thigh and for Nanami to use his other hand to reach around you and pulling your panties to the side. the tips of his digits traced up and down your slit, making you moan into his mouth. he retreated his fingers just as swiftly and planted both of his hands on your waist, firmly gripping your flesh as a sigh fell onto your tongue.

you parted your lips as his tongue slid against your own. he griding your sex against his thigh, using your hips to control your body. a whimper escaped from you but he devoured it just in time for it to only be muffled. "I've needed you for so long, y/n."

this caught you off guard. you could've never imagined that Nanami would think such a thing and better yet say it to you. "everyday you show up to work, i can't help but drive myself insane just by thinking about you." he groaned, firmly holding your hips in place as he pulled back to look down at his slacks.

the dampened area just beneath your sex sent a wave of embarrassment over you and Nanami only let out a strained groan as he adjusted the growing tent of his lap. "stay quiet and make a mess for me, yeah?" you nodded to his words. "can you use your fingers again, Nanami?" the question was laced with impatience. you missed the feeling of his digits and he knew that. he motioned with your panties, lifting you with ease to remove the now bothersome article of clothing.

"anything you need, sweetheart. the purpose of this is to take some of that stress off of you afterall." Nanami wasted no time to guide his fingers to your sex, slowly inserting his fingers as you leaned forward to let out a moan into his shoulder. he withdrew them once before inserting them again. each time felt better than the last and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him as he pleased you better than you could even imagine.

you had a strong attraction to Nanami and it's lasted for weeks now. you'd always have theses fantasies about him whether you wanted to or not and neither of them could beat the standard that he was setting. "can't wait to feel you around me, sweetheart." his voice was low, rugged, and you could tell that his patience was slipping. if yours could be slipping and you were the center of his attention, you couldn't imagine how much he was holding back right now.

you saw the strain of his slacks. the way the material showed no mercy to hide the outline of his erection. "we don't have to wait." you finally spoke, pushing yourself up to hold his gaze. "please." you pled, using your hand to cup his jaw. he tried to read your expression, but the lust overpowered everything else.

you reached for his belt, undoing it and following that by unpinning the button of his slacks. in a swift movement, you pulled away his pants and his briefs, the last drop of patience leaving your being at the sight of him. you shifted when Nanami removed his fingers from your sex and in an attempt to finally get what you both wanted, you were stopped by Nanami as he grabbed your hand that was reaching for his length. "patience, sweetheart. take it slow. i don't want to hurt you."

"i can take it. please, Nanami." you couldn't count how many times that word had left your mouth tonight. Nanami gave you everything you asked for, yet you couldn't help but want more. all of him. despite your words, he knew that lust could be blinding so he shook his head, tone stern now. "slowly, y/n." he said.

a small pout was on you lips and he reached his hand up to your face, using his thump to swipe away your messed lip-gloss. "don't give me that look, sweetheart. i know you can take it. I'm not going anywhere until you feel satisfied so there's no rush." you nodded at his reassurance and he placed a supported hand underneath your thigh, helping you balance a bit better.

you kept yourself up on your knees as he gripped his length in a fist, holding your gaze as his tip prodded your entrance. he gently released your thigh just a bit, allowing you to sink down to engulf him with your warmth. he let out a moan through panting breaths, the thought of the people just down the hall leaving both of you guys' mind.

you let out a swear at the entirely new feeling and Nanami gently gripped your jaw so that you'd face him and hold his lustful gaze. he lowered you to sink down on him, both his and your lips parting as you let out a moan of pleasure. "you're so perfect like this, sweetheart." he managed to get out, his eyes admiring the way all of his length disappeared into your sex. he felt pure bliss and you clearly felt the same, given the way that your loudening whimpers began to heighten.

"yeah, you're handling it so well." he groaned as she tightened around him. Nanami help her hips, aiding her in riding him since she was too overstimulated to continue on her own. "so much." you mumbled as you leaned in to place a kiss to his jawline. he sighed from the action of affection and y/n began letting out smooth moans as he slowly lifted you from his length before your skin met with his lap once again.

"make a mess for me, sweetheart. i want to see how good I'm making you feel." he encouraged. you used whatever remains of energy you had to grind against him as you slick began to pool at the base of his erection. he gave you more, and like you have been when it comes to Nanami, all you could think was more. he knew this. he felt it in the way your movements sped up and heightened in incoordination.

he allowed it to happen for a period of time, but immediately stopped you when your moans grew. the whine that left your mouth came straight from your chest, making Nanami feel guilt immediately. "Nanami, why'd you stop? please don't stop." you whined, voice sounding like a broken cry. "i have to, sweetheart. you'll cum if i keep going and i can't have that because i want to taste you when you do."

with that, he quickly lifted you both from his seat and placed you to take his pace instead. he groaned as his length left the warmth of your sex. before you could retaliates, his knees met with the office's carpet and he wrapped both of his arms around your thighs, keeping your legs parted before he leaned in, his lips wrapping around your bud in seconds. a pleasureful whine escaped from your chest and his tongue gathered your arousal, the sweet taste urging him to grip his length with a desperate fist. he groaned into your sex and he placed a stripe of your own arousal against your bud.

his lips latched around the sensitive area as his tongue showed you no messy despite your cries and pleas. you were getting what you wanted which was more.

"Nanami i-i'm-" your breath hitched in your throat. your legs threated to close around his head but he was firm with his grip, holding you in place. "close?" he finished your sentence. "i know. cum on my tongue, sweetheart. please."

without another beat, you did just that, your arousal coating his tongue in just mere seconds. your body jolted and shivered against him and Nanami continued past your limits. your moans filled the room and Nanami released an arm form around your thigh and used his hand to grip his length, moaning as he brought himself to his own high. his cum spurted onto the fabric of his slacks and onto his thigh.

your panting breaths were in quiet harmony with one another and you glanced at Nanami with a dazed expression. he stood up, checking the watch on his wrist before leaning down to your face.

"we made good time, sweetheart. thirty minute break was well spent."

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[azuramarigold]

Underground Dealings

You were a typical office worker that one day gets fired at your job at a smaller office ran by Naoya Zen'in, but your friend, Yuji Itadori, who works at a small coffee shop that you discovered a year ago on your way to work, suggests that you apply to his uncle's company. What you didn't realize was that your assets were going to be important to the company in every department, and that every head, from the CEO to legal has their own underground dealings on what keeps the company afloat.

Characters: officeworker!reader x CEO!Sukuna, officeworker!reader x businessassociate!Gojo, officeworker!reader x salaryman!Nanami; other pairings to be added

Other characters: Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Naoya Zen'in, Maki Zen'in, Mai Zen'in, Uraume; other characters to be added.

Genre: modern au, eventual smut, 18+, angst, violence, gore

WARNINGS: (eventual) smut, blood, violence, gore, using weapons, death, drug use, smoking, alcohol use, cussing.

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Ch. 1 - Word Count: ~3.8k

Chapter 1: The Interview

The next day it was raining, and there was no point in getting up when your alarm indicated as now you didn’t have a job anymore.

            There was also no point in going to the coffee shop either as it was on your way to the office. Again, you no longer worked over there. Lying in bed, wrapped in dark cotton sheets as rain spattered against your windows was almost relaxing, but at the same time a sense of dread enveloped you.

            If you didn’t find a job soon, you’d get behind on rent. How will groceries get paid? Not to mention that student loans were still there and knocking at the door of your checking account every month. The reality was starting to set in, and your hands gripped the sheets tightly.

            Your phone began to ring, causing you to sit upright in a panic, your heart racing. Frantically, you look for your phone that you forgot was somewhere in your bed. You managed to find it just before it went to voicemail.

            “H-Hello…!?” you answered the phone breathlessly, not even bothering to see who it was.

            “Is this Y/N L/N?” It was the same gravelly voice from the night before.

            You cleared your throat. “Um, yes, this is she…” you replied, trying to sound professional.

            “Is this a cellphone that you’re calling from?” the man inquired.

            “Yes.”

            “I’m going to text you the address of Ryōmen Enterprises so that you can come for a face-to-face interview today at four.”

            You blinked in surprise.

            “Is that going to be a problem, sweetheart…?” a teasing tone pressed on the other line. “The brat made it seem like you really needed-”

            “Yes! I’ll be there!” you nearly shouted into the phone. “Please text me the address!”

            A rumble of a chuckle. “Alright. Please dress professionally and bring a copy of your resume then. It’ll be a pleasure to meet you.”

            Click.

            You threw your phone back onto your bed and made your way to the bathroom, a need to get ready for this interview. Turning on the water and showerhead and preparing one of your nicer shampoos and soaps that you’d normally use on a date, but this was important!

            Throughout the night Yuji had texted you a bit about his uncle, which was odd to you as he never talked about his family except for his late grandfather. Yuji had mentioned that his uncle for years was striking deals left and right, making extra money wherever he could until in the last two years he founded his company. He even mentioned that his uncle had paid for his private high school education after his grandfather had passed and is paying for his college, but only if he did some intern work once in awhile at the office and earned some of his own way with the coffee shop.

            You tried to ask for a picture of his uncle, just to see what he looked like. All Yuji replied with was, “You’ll know it’s him when you see him… trust me.”

            In the shower you scrubbed yourself clean, making sure there was nothing out of place. Scrubbing your hair and putting in the right amount of the conditioning mask you enjoy so much. Exfoliating your skin was necessary and shaving was part of your routine as the mask deeply conditioned your hair.

            Once you were all set and rinsed, you wrapped a towel around your hair and body and made your way back to your room. The closet was organized a certain way, the left half being your business attire while the right half was your casual wear. You decided on a nice black pencil skirt and dark pastel purple blouse, you have heard comments that the blouse brought out the color of your eyes very well and the skirt curved against your hips nicely.

            Getting ready was almost nerve-wracking. What if you didn’t land this job…? Where else could you go…? Maybe the coffee shop was a good option after all…

            The final outfit was a wonderful touch of professionalism. The pencil skirt was slightly above your knees, but you were wearing sheer tights, so you didn’t show much skin. Around your neck to accent your blouse was a dandelion-colored scarf, tied into the furoshiki style. A pair of black pumps would look excellent you decided as you looked over yourself in the mirror.

            Makeup has always been simple for you, light foundation with a hint of blush. Eyeshadow to match the blouse, the wonderful pastel purple, and the black eyeliner and mascara really made your eyes pop. Pink lipstick is what you went with, subtle and innocent, as you can’t be too bold like with red.

            You put your hair up in a nice, tight bun, letting the loose hairs frame your face in subtle curls. A touch of perfume on the nape of your neck, very light as it was Eau Fraiche to not trigger a migraine, with the subtle jasmine and cedar fragrance.

            By the time it was two, you were all ready to go. You decided to make your way out the door as you did rely on public transportation to get to where you needed to go for the most part. Taking the train to the business district of Tokyo was easy this time of day as many people were starting to get off work and be on their way home, so it was no issue finding a train and seat.

            As you looked at the address, you realized that the office was actually down the street from the coffee shop that Yuji and the others worked at. Which meant if you got the job, you could still visit them. It warmed your heart that you could still see them.

            As the train stopped at the station and you got onto the platform, you realized it was barely three, so you decided that with the extra time you had you would visit the shop. They did close at four as you knew that Megumi and Nobara had to get home, Yuji never specified where he went, but now you assumed it was to work a couple of hours as an intern at his uncle’s company.

            The bell chimed as you entered the coffee shop, Megumi wiping down tables as Nobara manned the counter. Both looked up and saw you and gave smiles.

            “OH MY GOSH!” Nobara squealed as she vaulted over the counter. “YOU LOOK AMAZING! YOU ARE GOING TO GET THE JOB ON THIS ALONE!”

            Megumi grimaced at the loudness of Nobara’s voice. “Hey, she still needs to do a proper interview… it’s not about looks…” he reminded her.

            You gave a sigh, “Yeah, and I’m totally nervous… I think I only got the job with your cousin because he kept staring at my chest for too long and forgot what it was even about…”

            Megumi gave a frown. “That asshole…” he grumbled.

            You looked around, noticing that you did not hear or see Yuji. “Hey, where’s Yuji at?” you asked.

            “At his uncle’s office building, it’s just down the street from here,” Nobara replied, crossing her arms. “He leaves around 2:30pm to go intern there for a few hours.”

            Your guess was correct. “What is his major in college anyways…?” you then asked. During the year you visited the coffee shop you had never asked, which made you feel a tad bit guilty. Yuji always asked you so many questions, as did Nobara, and even Megumi asked a question here and there, but you never asked them any.

            “Business,” both Megumi and Nobara replied in unison.

            “He’s got a scholarship at a decent university for athletics,” Megumi then added. “But he’s majoring in business to properly take over the coffee shop here and possibly franchise it.”

            “Oh, that’s nice,” you hummed. You had no idea about that with Yuji. The young man had such a bubbly personality that you never thought he’d be a business major in college. You then gave a smile. “Well, if I get this job, I can still come for my coffee…! Speaking of…”

            “GOT IT!” Nobara shouted as she vaulted over the counter once again.

            Megumi frowned. “You and Yuji need to stop doing that… you two are going to end up crashing into something one day…” he groaned in annoyance.

            “You’re just jealous that you don’t look cool doing it!” Nobara bragged, sticking her tongue out at him. Withing minutes she got your usual coffee order ready. “And it’s done, Y/N! Feel free to tip me for my awesome service!”

            You gave a laugh as you paid for the coffee and once again gave a decent tip. “Of course, Nobara, I wouldn’t dream of not giving you a tip,” you assured her.

            “My tip would be to stop vaulting over the damn counter…!” Megumi told you both.

            You checked your watch, realizing it was half an hour before your interview. You gave the two your goodbyes and made your way out of the shop. Sipping on your coffee as you walked down the street, already seeing a tall, glass building that was beginning to loom before you. The sign outside the building indicated that it was “Ryōmen Enterprises”, so you knew it was the right place.

            You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, and made your way inside, your pumps clicking against the polished floors. Inside there was a nice, muted gray, chairs and couches around the main floor for people to relax in before meetings or to meet with someone. The reception desk was directly ahead of the entrance, and you made your way there quickly.

            The person behind the desk was clicking on her keyboard, her hair long and dark brown. She wore a simple dark green turtleneck blouse with a white long sleeve sweater, her nails a nice teal in color. Her eyes, a nice brown oak, darted to you as she finished what she was doing.

            “Hello, how can I help you?” she then asked. You noted that there were bags under her eyes, and she had a small beauty mark on her right eye.

            “Hello, my name is Y/N L/N, I have an interview at-” you began but she interrupted you by picking up her phone.

            “Hey, Uraume?” the woman spoke. “Yeah, this is Shoko… that interview you mentioned is here.” A pause. “Yeah, I know she’s early…” Another pause and Shoko winced at a sudden bark on the other side of the line. “Yeah, I’ll send her up.” She hung up the phone.

            “Uh…” you tentatively murmured. “Is it bad that I’m early…?” you asked softly.

            “Not at all, hun,” Shoko replied as she prepared a guest badge. “Take this to the elevator and scan it to access the top floor.”

            You took the guest badge. “Thank you…” You walked to the elevator and pressed the button and waited for it to arrive.

            While waiting, someone stepped up beside you and you glanced over to see the most gorgeous blue eyes you have ever seen behind black sunglasses perched at the end of his nose. He was tall, clearly over six feet, with tousled snow-white hair. His tailored suit fitted him well, a black with light gray stripes and black dress shirt, a white tie to match his hair.

            “Would you like a picture?” the man asked teasingly with a grin. “They do last longer.” He then adjusted his glasses to cover his eyes, although he did peer over them to give you a glance over.

            “GAH!” you nearly yelped, nearly death gripping your coffee cup.

            “Although, if you get a picture of me, I would love one of you too,” he then added with a smirk.

            The elevator dinged and you entered, quickly scanning your badge, your heart sinking as you realized that the white-haired man entered with you. Now you two were stuck in an enclosed space together after that exchange.

            “Are you here for an internship…? Interview…?” the man then pressed. He scanned his own badge as well, but you couldn’t see what his name was on it.

            “I-Interview…” you stammered in reply.

            The man beamed. “Oh…? Nice! For what department?” he then inquired, clearly interested.

            Your eyes widened. “Um… I don’t know…?”

            “Huh…? What do you mean you don’t know?”

            “All I know is that I’m meeting Mr. Ryōmen for the interview.”

            The white-haired man sucked in air through his teeth. “WOW! The big boss huh? Damn!” he laughed.

            That certainly wasn’t helping your nerves.

            “What’s your name, sweets?” he then asked. “I’m Satoru Gojo, I’m the head of marketing here.”

            “I’m Y/N L/N,” you then introduced.

            “Hey, don’t be nervous, the man is all bark and no bite!” Gojo assured. “Well… at least to the employees here. He does bite I hear.” He then gave a teasing chuckle.

            “Eh…!?” you nearly shrieked.

            The elevator dinged on a floor and the doors opened, signaling for Gojo to exit. “See ya around, sweets, hopefully you get the job!” he shouted over his shoulder to you with a wave. “I’d love to give you a tour of the building!”

            You couldn’t reply as the doors closed and continued to ascend. With each second, you became much more nervous. The elevator dinged at the final floor, and you exited it, only to be greeted by a familiar pink-haired boy.

            “Hey! You made it, Y/N!” Yuji’s voice excitedly said. He was no longer in his coffee shop uniform but in his own tailored suit, a dark gray with a dark gray waistcoat, white dress shirt, and wearing an orange tie neatly tied around his neck. His pink hair was still messy and spikey as ever, although it did look like he tried to comb it through once or twice.

            “Yuji!” you beamed. “Why didn’t you ever mention you interned here?”

            Yuji nervously chuckled. “Eh, my personal life isn’t very exciting…” he joked. “Here, let me get you to Uraume so you can check in.” He grabbed your hand and dragged you away from the elevator.

            It seemed the entire floor was a penthouse office space, where there were a few desks, one that Yuji sat at for his intern work, and the other sat someone with a white bob haircut and wore a nice navy-blue pantsuit. In the back was a main inner office, the placard reading “S. Ryōmen”.

As you and Yuji approached the secretary’s desk, they were just hanging up the phone. Their plum-colored eyes saw you coming and they stood up from their desk to walk around.

            “Hello, Miss Y/N,” they greeted, their voice sounding monotone. “I’m Uraume, Mr. Ryomen’s secretary. I’ll let him know that you’re here.”

            You gave a look of confusion. This person was not who you talked to yesterday or today.

            Yuji noticed your face. “You okay?” he asked gently.

            “Uh… yeah,” you lied. “Just nervous.”

            Yuji gave a smile. “You’ll do great! I already hyped you up and everything!” he informed.

            “You… what!?” you nearly shrieked at him. “Hype me up!? What does that even mean!?” You began to shake his shoulders frantically, trying to shake the answers from him.

            Yuji’s eyes were practically rolling, but he still tried to speak. “A-All I did was t-tell him you were fired b-by Naoya Zen’in and that you were a g-good worker…!”

            Uraume returned, a white brow raised. “Mr. Itadori, what did you do to anger the young lady…?” they asked him.

            “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING BAD!” Yuji shouted once you let him go.

            Uraume only sighed in irritation. “Anyways, he is ready to meet you now,” they informed you. They then glared at Yuji. “And Mr. Itadori, may I remind you that you’re supposed to be entering data…?”

            “I got bored…” he then whined.

            “Do it brat, if you know what’s good for ya!” a voice barked from the inner main office. Even with the door closed, you could hear how powerful it was.

            What you now also realized was that it was the same voice you spoke with the night before and earlier that day. Your face immediately went red.

            You must’ve sounded like an idiot on the phone.

            “Yeah, fine, fine…!” Yuji shouted back. “My friend is here, so you be nice to her!” He patted your shoulder. “Good luck, Y/N. He’s not always that loud… He just likes to yell at me. Or Gojo.”

            Uraume led you to the door and knocked on it, a low “enter” rumbled in reply. The secretary opened the door and gave a small bow in greeting.

            “Mr. Ryōmen, here is Miss L/N for the interview,” Uraume informed. “Please let me know if you need anything else.” They promptly shoved you in and shut the door behind you.

            When Yuji said that you’d know his uncle when you saw him, he wasn’t kidding. The man had the same pink hair, sharp jawline and nose shape. The main difference was that the man before you had intricate face tattoos decorating his face and his eyes were sharp and fierce; instead of a warm honey-brown in color, they looked like they were brown mixed with red, an odd dark dried blood color with more on the red side. He was also larger in stature, much broader shouldered and muscular, his body filling every part of his expensive black suit perfectly.

            “You may have a seat,” Mr. Ryōmen instructed, gesturing to the seat in front of his desk.

            You obey instinctively, like a small animal in front of a hunter. You set your resume on the desk in front of you for him to look through and you politely put your hands in your lap.

            “You’re friends with the brat, eh?” the man grumbled as he adjusted his blood red tie he was wearing. “I don’t think I recognize you from when he went to high school… Or are you a friend from one of his college classes from last semester?”

            “Oh, I met him through the coffee shop,” you replied honestly. “I just happened to stumble across it when walking to my old job.”

            “Hmm,” he hummed in response. “The Zen’in’s small office, right? Ran by Naoya Zen’in?” Mr. Ryōmen then grabbed your resume and began to flip through it.

            “Yes sir, I was Mr. Zen’in’s personal assistant,” you informed.

            “And may I ask why you were fired?”

            “Um… well…” You began to nervously wring your hands together. “I’m going to say this… Mr. Zen’in was not very professional. He constantly tries to get with every female worker he has, and on more than one occasion he has tried to make a pass at me.”

            Mr. Ryōmen raised a brow. “So, he fired you because you wouldn’t fuck him?” he guessed quite crudely. “Wow, that’s petty… Then again that’s the only way he could get women to sleep with him. Money and intimidation.”

            “And I threw my coffee in his face…” you then admitted shyly.

            A ghost of a smirk flashed on his lips. “Wow, no wonder why a weird blacklist email came in my inbox last night,” he said. “I honestly would’ve done worse.” He tossed your resume on the desk. “Alright, you’re hired.”

            “Huh…?” you dumbly said.

            “Do I need to repeat myself?” the man sternly asked. “I said, ‘you’re hired’. You want it in morse code too?” He began to tap his desk in an odd sequence. “Honestly I have no idea what code that could be, for all I know that could be me saying I stole your penguin or something…”

            You tilted your head in confusion. “But… you didn’t ask me typical interview questions…?” you prompted. “Like about my work ethic, or why I would want to work here…?”

            “I don’t do interviews,” he admitted with a shrug. “Usually Nanami in finance does it, but I wanted to do this one myself since the brat was eager.”

            You still looked at him in confusion.

            “And I’m not gonna lie,” Mr. Ryōmen said with a sigh as he straightened in his chair, placing his hands in front of him on his desk; you noticed he had tattoos on them as well. “I just want you in my company to rub it in that asshole’s face. I ended up not doing that deal with them as well after what the brat said.”

            You knew that it was going to cost Zen’in big. Ryōmen Enterprises was sweeping the market in businesses and restaurants alike. You heard that the CEO was a smooth talker and could strike deals like it was talking about what color to paint walls over a Sunday brunch.

            “So, what department would I be in?” you then inquired.

            “I’ll have you as my personal assistant,” he then said. “Uraume takes care of certain paperwork as my secretary and arranges business meetings within the company, but I would need someone to help with outside the company, and you seem to be good at it.” He picked up your resume. “From what I glanced over, you were actually the contact with Zen’in for the deal.”

            “Yes, I was.”

            “So, you have a knack for arranging things and eye on good partnerships.”

            “I’m flattered you think so.”

            “You can also help me with running around between the departments, making sure things are running smoothly,” Mr. Ryōmen added. “I usually have the brat check up on things, but since he has the coffee shop and will be going back to school soon, his time will be limited.”

            You nodded in understanding. “Okay, I can do that,” you assured him. It didn’t sound too different to what Naoya had you do.

            A smirk crossed the man’s face. “Alright, you can start tomorrow, I’ll have the company attorney draft a contract with everything and in the morning, you can go over it and make sure it’s to your liking. We can add or remove things as well,” he then said.

            You blinked. “Oh, okay…” you replied in surprise.

            “And about your salary, don’t worry about it,” Mr. Ryōmen assured as he leaned back in his chair. “It’ll be on par if not more than what you did at Zen’in’s.” He then leaned back forward and scribbled a number on a sticky note and passed it to you.

            Your eyes practically bugged out of your head. “I-I’m sorry… is this a monthly salary…?” you asked him.

            Mr. Ryomen looked at you in confusion. “Um… no, sweetheart, that would be your biweekly salary…”

            “Oh…” you squeaked. It was nearly double your monthly what you were making when you were working for Naoya.

            “Is that a problem…?” he asked seriously. “Too little to what you’re used to…?”

            “No!” you blurted out loudly. “This is more than generous! I accept the position!”            

A wolf-like smile appeared on your new boss’s lips. “Well, welcome aboard to Ryōmen Enterprises, Y/N, I’m sure you’ll make a lovely addition.”

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[valleydoli]

i wanna read more ceo jjk fics i love them so much. there was this one called untameable waves… oh my goodness i miss it so much the author deleted the fic and their account i wanted to cry so hard 😭

[small-sketch]

Cross shipping between jjk and bsd is so funny to me cause like, I genuinely think Nanami and Kunikida would be an incredibly good and healthy couple with a wonderful supportive dynamic, like true domestic bliss

But Gojo and Dazai I think would just fuck nasty and gossip until they’re sick of each other and do it all over again the week after with a mind game or two thrown in

[mochikage]

ceo!gojo who’s crushing on his secretary and overhears her dinner plans decides to keep her late at work that evening and order dinner from the restaurant she was supposed to go with on her date

[goatyuuji]

Born to work at Angel Maid Cafe, forced into Jujutsu Sorcery

JJK light novel I owe you my life…

[frogwithgun]

Omg what is happening guys?

Y'all loved part one so much lol

So screw it part two here!

Anyways enjoyyyyy

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"Dad come on! You've been sitting here forever." Nanako said, attempting to push Geto off the couch. Why was he on the couch anyways?

Great question.

See, Geto had the rare opportunity to meet the CEO of Six Eyes Inc.. Where he failed to recognize that unmistakable face and charm. And then got asked for his number. Which would have been a dream come true for the man.

The girls know from all those hours he'd spend watching interviews about Gojo Satoru that he had a celebrity crush of some sorts. So he should have been elated to give out his number! And he would have as well.

If he hadn't told him that he doesn't give out his number while working. "No. Let me die here." Mimiko came along and together the twins were able to push him off the couch and onto the floor. Still he didn't move.

"Dad come on! You need to go to work." Now they both tried to get him to sit up. And it wasn't easy to move him. So they just gave up. Making Geto hit his head on the hardwood floor. "Ow! Alright fine." He grumbled.

And that is how he found himself standing in front of that corner store wondering if he took a wrong turn. The store had been redesigned entirely. It looked expensive now. Jesus did they all want modern looks?

He brushed it off and walked inside. Stepping behind the register and into the break room. At least that was the same. The air conditioner still screamed in protest. The lights still flickered slightly. And the furniture was still broken.

Geto set his things down on the table carefully. He knew that slamming them down would make the table collapse. Whether that was from experience or not he wouldn't say.

He turned around and jumped. "JESUS CHRIST!" He cried and put a hand over his heart. The man who had snuck up on him looked far to formal to be there.

His hair was a almost perfect blonde. And he wore glasses that suited him well. His eyes were a shade of hazel that looked beautiful. And he wore a suit for some reason. The strangest part was that he had a gray suit, with a blue undershirt, and a yellow speckled tie.

Just what was going on? The man didn't smile. Nor did he laugh. He simple sighed. "Not Jesus. Nanami Kento." Geto nodded. Still slightly jumpy. Now he really was suspicious. "Uh hi? I'm Geto-" "Yes I know your name." Rude much? Geto thought to himself.

Nanami seemed to know what he was thinking. And chose to ignore it. "I am your new manager. Your place of work has been bought by Six Eyes Inc. and I have been chosen to oversee it. You report to me." This had to be some dream.

Or maybe it was a joke? Yeah that was probably it. Geto laughed and shook his head. "Alright, you got me. Hilarious." Geto started to gather his hair into a half bun. "Come on man, let's get to work." Nanami raised an eyebrow.

Then Geto stopped and mimicked him. "Stop that at once. You think I would joke about this?" Geto looked around the break room. Making a vague gesture around. "I mean, yeah." Nanami looked at the break room in disgust.

Then Nanami sighed. "You are not what I was expecting." He muttered. Geto nodded. The gauges in his ears were probably strike one. And the fact that he had lip piercings, an eyebrow piercing, and a septum piercing.

Of course that combined with the fact that he had a couple tattoos was probably what Nanami was talking about. "Are you in a gang or something?" Geto laughed and shook his head. "No. Just have a lot of tattoos." Nanami sighed.

This was going to be a headache.

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Yeah this is definitely a headache.

It had only been an hour into his shift and he's already had three customers complain about the quality of certain products. "Ma'am I just work here. I don't make the products." Despite that, none of them listened.

The only thing going for him was the fact that Nanami actually defended him. Unlike his previous manager. That was something going for him at least.

And Nanami happened to be rather observant as well. He could tell when a customer was about to blow up or when they were about to try and trick Geto. Which he did not stand for at all.

Nanami is terrifying.

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"So Six Eyes inc., what's that like?" Geto was trying to make small talk with Nanami. And found it very difficult. "The CEO is a manchild and impulsive. He acts like he's 12 when he's 28. It's like he never grew up." Nanami said exasperated.

Geto nodded. I just wanted to know what it was like, not your whole life story. But ok I guess. "Oh that sounds bad." Nanami nodded. "It is. He's so immature and reckless. Honestly the only reason the company hasn't collapsed yet is because of me." I doubt it.

Geto felt like Nanami might hate Gojo. Just a little bit. "So why do you work there?" Nanami looked at him. Face blank. "Money." Well, at least he's straight forward? Nanami gave a slight huff and leaned his head back.

Still terrifying.

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Ijichi jumps as the doors to the office slam open. A disheveled Gojo holding them open with a gleam in his eyes. "Ijichi!~" The man in question gulps. That sing song tone of voice is never a good sign. Not even when it's said in such a cheerful way.

Gojo strides into the room with a slight bounce in his step. "The store is mine now! So that means," he drums his fingers on the desk as he plops down into his plush leather chair, "he's my employee!"

Again, poor Ijichi cannot tell where this conversation is going. "Yes?" Gojo laughs and springs out of his chair. Striding over to Ijichi and tossing his arms around him. "Yes! That means I have an excuse to talk to him!" Because just talking to him like a normal person would be so hard. Ijich thinks to himself.

But he says nothing. To afraid of the white haired man to say anything other then "Yes sir." Which Gojo takes happily. "Now I just have to figure out how to get him in here." Ijichi looks at the still open doors.

So close, yet so far. "Ijichi! Don't run now! We were just getting started!~"Oh God he's trapped.

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Three grueling hours later and Gojo has concocted a 'master plan'. And Ijichi is still staring longly at the now closed doors.

Gojo happily sits at his desk. Eating a lollipop. As he often does. In many interviews he has admitted to freely having a sweet tooth. He's more famous for it because of the amount of candy he eats in interviews.

Seriously it is a major problem. "Alrighty then! All I have to do is call him into my office and bada bing bada boom, we start dating." Of all plans Ijichi has ever heard, that one is probably the worst.

Scratch that, definitely the worst. "Sir do you even know anything about him?" Gojo puts a hand over his heart. "I am wounded! Of course I know about him! He's 6'3, has two daughters, works at the corner store I bought, and is the one."

"How do you know he has two daughters?" Gojo smiles. "He has hair on his work uniform. I imagine they like to hug him a lot. And the hair colors just didn't match his." Now Ijichi is just disturbed. "How long have you spent looking at him?"

Gojo waves his hand and turns away from Ijichi. "Oh just two or three years." He mumbles. And Ijichi just decides he'd rather ignore it then say something. "Sir you need to talk to him." Gojo rolls his eyes. "My good looks will talk for me."

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His good looks did not in fact talk for him.

He called Nanami and told him to bring Geto to his office. And now they are just staring at each other. Not saying a single word. And it's starting to look like Gojo might actually have to try.

"¥2,000 says Gojo fails and fucks it up." Nanami whispers to Ijichi. Who shakes his head. He's sure Gojo won't fuck it up. After all he's Gojo-

"You stupid prick! How could you?!" And he spoke to soon. Nanami holds his hand out to Ijichi who reluctantly hands over the money. "No I just meant that I could never because they're a waste of time!"

Oh Gojo is really fucking it up.

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And here is part two! I'm sorry if this isn't written very well lol. English is very hard and I'm not the best with it. But I do hope you enjoy this shitty part two.

Lots of love tadpoles 💚💚💚

[thehighpriestess1]

CEO Gojo : Principal's office.

Summary: Y/n gets a call from Alice's school.

Pairing: Gojo x y/n

Warning: slightly suggestive? Kiss.

Genre : fluff.

General Masterlist

“Mmhmm. Okay. We’ll be there”. You sighed and stared at the disconnected call in shock. You shook your head and called Gojo. “Pick up pick up”. You muttered under your breath. 

“Hey love”. Gojo picked up on the fifth ring.

“Did you get the call?”. 

“What call?”. Gojo asked. He had just gotten out of an hour-long meeting and the first call he saw as his assistant handed him his phone was yours.

“I got a call from Alice’s school. Apparently she got into trouble with another kid”. There was a long silence followed by laughter. “Satoru, it's not funny!”. You warned. 

“Baby she is in pre-school. What could she do? Did she steal someone’s crayons?”. 

You sighed. “I don’t know. But they have asked us to come down to the school. So I’ll see you there?”.

Gojo hummned on the other end. “I’ll pick you up on the way. I’ll be there in 20. Cool?”. 

“Okay”.

“Love you”. Gojo chirped. You could feel his shit eating grin through the phone.

“Love you too”. You smiled and cut the call. 

You walked over to the wardrobe and put on a two tone deep v neck black Victoria Beckham dress and paired it with louboutin so kate. You looked at yourself in the mirror. “Good. Not too flashy, not too dull”. You spoke to yourself. You grabbed your phone and walked to the other end of the wardrobe to look for your watch. Cartier would do. 

“Ms.y/n, are you going somewhere? Should I get the car ready?”. Jerry asked, standing at the door to your bedroom. 

You hurriedly walked out putting on your earrings. “It’s fine Jerry. Satoru is coming to pick me up. We will be heading to Alice’s school”. 

“Is everything alright?”. Jerry asked, holding the bedroom door open for you to walk out.

“No idea. I hope she is not in trouble”. 

Jerry smiled. “Ms.Alice could never be in trouble”. 

You chuckled at him. “Oh we don’t know that, She does take after her father”. You shrugged and continued to walk down the stairs with Jerry in tow. Your phone rang and Gojo’s name flashed across the screen. “Coming”. You said and walked towards the main entrance of the house. 

“That’s what you said last night”. 

“Seriously? On our way to our daughter’s school?”. You shook your head and cut the call when you reached the car. Gojo’s driver opened the door for you. “Thank you”. You smiled and got in. 

“What’s wrong in flirting with my wife?”. Gojo started pouting as soon as you settled in next to him. 

You rolled your eyes at him. “Our daughter is in trouble and you want to flirt with me instead of thinking about …her?”. You quirked an eyebrow. Gojo wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “Satoru stop!”. You hit his hand gently. 

“That’s not what you said last night”. Gojo smirked and leaned forward to kiss you. “You look beautiful”. He whispered as he pulled back. 

Blood rushed to your cheeks and you moved away slightly scoffing at him. “You are unbelievable!”

“Suguru got a call too”. Gojo said, intertwining his hand with yours.

“You think Souka and Alice fought?”.

Gojo shrugged. “Where is your wedding ring?”. He asked, looking down at your hand. 

“Shit! I must have forgotten it back home”. 

Gojo nodded his head. “I see. So you don’t love me anymore”. Gojo feigned a sad expression.

“Oh my god!”. You scoffed.

“It’s fine. First you don’t let me flirt with you and now you are not wearing our wedding ring. I get it”. 

You pressed your lips to control your laugh. His acting was downright hilarious. 

“Sir we are here”. The driver announced.

You straightened up and fixed his tie. “Now, promise me you’ll behave”.

“Hey! I’m not the one in trouble here”.

“Satoru!”. You glared.

“Promise”.

“Good boy”. You patted his cheeks, Gojo opened his mouth to say something but another glare from you had him eating his words. 

The two of you walked side by side along the corridor leading to the Principal's office. It was an elite school and with children from the wealthiest people from the country. But even amongst parents there was an unspoken hierarchy. Gojo’s distaste for the old rules and yours for the classist hierarchy made the two of you somewhat of a rebel amongst the parents group. 

You reached the office and saw Shoko and Geto waiting outside. You giggled as soon as you saw Shoko rolling her eyes at Geto. “Hey”. You greeted them and stood between Shoko and Gojo in your little circle.

“Can you believe the two of them got into trouble?”. Shoko sighed. 

“Honestly, no. I can’t imagine Alice and Souka fighting”. You replied. Gojo and Geto shrugged at each other. 

“How do we know that Alice and Souka fought with each other?”. Geto smiled his kind smile.

“Spoken like a true detective!”. Gojo patted Geto on the back making you and Shoko exchange subtle glances.

“Please come in”. The petite assistant spoke from behind where Geto was standing. You and Shoko giggled at his startled expression while Gojo chuckled and shook his head. 

The four of you walked inside and saw Alice and Souka sitting on one side of the room in cushioned chairs and another kid sitting on the other side with his parents. Both of them glaring at the sobbing kid. You looked at Alice and she avoided your gaze. Guilty, you thought to yourself.

“Mr and Mrs. Kimura, meet Mr. and Mrs. Gojo and Mr. and Mrs. Geto”. Mr.Hoshi introduced. 

You bowed to each other but Mrs.Kamo averted her gaze with a pressed smile. You noticed Mr.Kimura looking at you rather oddly but chose to ignore it.

“Please have a seat”. Principal Hoshi spoke, adjusting his gold rimmed glasses over his crooked nose. The four of you sat on the full length couch with you sitting between Gojo and Shoko, the other set of parents sat on the loveseat to your right. Gojo occasionally glared at them and you had to tug his hand to remind him to behave. Unbeknownst to you Shoko was doing the same thing. Mr.Hosi walked over and sat on the loveseat on the left adjusting his glasses once more.

“Now let’s remember that these…incidents happen. Let’s not take it personally. Kids come here”. All the three kids walked with their heads down towards the coffee table and stood facing the parents with their heads bowed down. “Now tell your parents what happened”. 

On command all the three kids started rambling at the same time. None of the parents understood anything and looked at the kids with a baffled expression. 

“Stop!”. Mr.Hoshi commanded and the rambling stopped. “Hikaru, why don’t you tell us what happened”. 

The third kid stepped forward and bowed to the parents. His left cheek was swollen which worried you and Shoko. Shoko leaned sidewards towards you and whispered, “That looks bad”. 

“I know! Poor kid!”. You whispered back. 

“Souka..”. The kid hiccuped. “Souka hit me and when I hit him Alice pushed me”. He said sobbing. 

“He’s acting”. Gojo whispered to you and you squeezed his hand tightly and shot him a glare. “Not now Satoru”. 

“That’s not what happened!”. “You’re lying!”. Souka and Alice spoke in unison. 

“Alright let’s not call anyone any names now”.Mr.Hoshi reminded with a glare.

“You see how these kids behave?!”. Hikaru’s mother interrupted angrily. “They assaulted my child and have the audacity to call him a liar! They should be taught a lesson!”. 

“Physical assault?”. You asked coldly, looking sideways at her. Your icy glare made her retract in the seat. “Mrs.Gojo I meant…look at him. I am sure as a mother you can understand me”. The mother spoke a bit calmly. Pleadingly. Like a fake victim.

“As a doctor let me tell you that it does not look like a physical assault. Put some ice on it and he will be fine before night ”. Shoko added an icy tone. 

The mother huffed and looked at you again. “But Mrs.Gojo-”.

“If I were you I would choose my words carefully Mrs.Kimura”. You averted your gaze to Souka and Alice. Mrs.Kimura scoffed and looked at Mr.Hoshi. You could feel Mr.Kimura’s gaze on you, particularly on your chest and when you turned towards him he smiled and looked away. 

“Now, Souka, why don’t you tell us what happened”. Mr.Hoshi beckoned Souka to come forward.

“Alice and I were playing in the classroom during lunch and Hikaru came and pulled Alice’s hair. Alice asked him not to do it but he did it again. I asked him to leave but he didn’t listen. He broke the lego house that Alice was making so Alice pushed him away and he was going to hit her back but I stopped him. Then he hit me and Alice pushed him”. 

A heavy silence fell over the room. Mr.Hoshi hummed and looked at Alice. “Alice, is this what happened?”. 

Alice looked up at you and then turned towards Mr.Hoshi, “Yes, Sir”. 

You opened your mouth to say something but Gojo held your hand to calm you down. 

“Hoshi, did you pull Alice’s hair?”.

“Yes”.

“Why did you do it when she said no?”.

Hoshi sobbed, “because….. because Alice never played with me. She always plays with Souka”. 

After countless apologies and embarrassing looks the Kimura family left the office first. You walked out with Alice walking between you and Gojo and Souka walking in between Shoko and Geto. You reached the parking lot and stood in your usual circle. 

“I’m so glad Souka was there with Alice”. You sighed. 

“I think we should change their school”. Gojo said. Geto hummed in agreement. “Satoru is right”.

“Come on you guys. It was nothing. Kids play like this all the time”. You said, trying to calm them down.

“But he pulled Alice’s hair and hit Souka”. 

“Oi! If y/n and I would have changed school when the two of you annoyed us we wouldn’t be here”. Shoko said.

“That’s true. It was one harmless incident and no one was hurt…except Hikaru”.

“He deserved it”. Geto shrugged leaning against his car. 

“Not in front of kids!”. Shoko warned in a hush tone and Geto straightened immediately. “Right. He did not”. 

“You’re scared of her”. Gojo patted Geto’s back.

“As if you’re not scared of y/n”. Geto deadpaned.

“Touche brother, touche”. Gojo sighed dramatically. 

Alice sat quietly between you and Gojo in the car. She kept playing with the straps of her tiny Chanel bag. “I’m sorry”. She mumbled looking down. Gojo smiled fondly and pulled her into his lap. Alice immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled into him. “Don’t be mad at me”. She mumbled making your heart melt. 

You scooted closer and rested your head on Gojo’s shoulder. You rubbed the back of her head and smiled. “We are not mad at you baby. It wasn’t your fault”. 

Alice lifted her head up and looked at you. “Not mad?”. 

“Not mad at all”. Gojo said.

"Are you gurt Alice?". You asked.

"No mommy".

"That's good".

“You love me?”. Alice asked innocently. 

“Of course baby we love you”. You kissed her forehead and Gojo did too. 

“I love you too!”. She chirped and went back to cuddling her father. 

“But mommy doesn’t love me”. Gojo mumbled. 

“Oh come on now”. You pouted and rested your chin on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I forgot the ring”.

“Kiss and you’ll be forgiven”. Gojo whispered. You smiled and leaned up to kiss him on his cheek but Gojo being Gojo turned his head last minute and caught your lower lip between his teeth and pulled you into an intense but quick kiss. “We’ll continue this at home”. He whispered against your lips. “Keep the dress on for me”.

You gasped and hit his arm. “You are a menace!”.

“You married me”.

“Too late to back out now?”. You asked, scrunching your face.

“Way too late Mrs.Gojo”. Gojo kissed your forehead and wrapped his other hand around your shoulder. 

Did he notice Mr.Kimura staring at your cleavage? Yes. Was he mad? Yes. Was he going to do something about it? Yes. 

[madamechrissy]

Time after Time Masterlist

♡ Chapter 1 ♡ Chapter 2 ♡ Chapter 3 ♡ Chapter 4 ♡ Chapter 5 ♡ Chapter 6 ♡ Chapter 7 ♡ Chapter 8 ♡ Chapter 9 ♡ Chapter 10 ♡ Chapter 11 ♡ Chapter 12 ♡ Chapter 13 ♡ Chapter 14 ♡ Chapter 15 ♡ Chapter 16 ♡ Chapter 17 ♡ Chapter 18 (Final)

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings/Info ♡ ♡ MDNI- Fingering, thigh riding, cumming, explicit sex, lots of Gojo eating out reader, blow jobs, breeding kink, Gojo is kinda a dick lol, hints at a threesome but rly just teasing, excessive mentions of cum (Satoru rly wants to breed you lol) Choking, smacking, angry sex, mentions of drug use, some toxic behaviors, jealousy and so much office sex

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ Finished!- 102.5k words (18 chapters)

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished <3 Satoru is a womanizer dick at first, FYI lol. He gets better. (This was my first fanfic and different than my current style wise, keep this in mind lol)

Playlist for this story:

Part one of my JJK romcom series. Part two (Nanami’s story) Part three (Suguru's story) you can read them alone though 🥰 They're just connected and in the same universe ❤️

A03- Buy me a Coffee ☕️ - Masterlist

[suguwife]

Shall I write up a oneshot of angry sex with ceo satoru who you’re being forced to marry but he’s your ex and you both ended on bad terms - or do I carry on writing the next chap for DOP 🤔🤔

[gojos-fr-bae]

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕯𝖔 𝕻𝖙. 2- 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖕

Pairing: CEO!Gojo x Fem!Lawyer!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, smoking, drug use, thoughts of su1c1de, panic attack, depressed Gojo

Word Count: 1.1k

H/C- home country

Minors DNI

Gojo stirred from his sleep...again.

He's waking up...again.

Why couldn't he just be at peace for once.

Suddenly he felt so nauseous. And then cam the pain. The strong, unbearable, disgusting, white hot pain.

He ran to the toilet and gagged so hard, trying so hard to throw up the food he hadn't even eaten. When was the last time he ate? He couldn't even remember that at a good time let alone when he was throwing up so hard his vision was blurring. But then again, maybe those were his tears as sobs racked his body.

Make it stop make it stop MAKE IT STOOP!

Why wouldn't it all just stop. Maybe it was the two bottles of gin he took before bed...or the five sleeping pills...or the kilo of cocaine. All he knew was that he was sitting on his bathroom floor wishing he took all the pills, maybe then they would've stopped his heart.

*Knocks*

"Satoru you're going to be late" Said Nanami, annoyed on the other side of the door.

Gojo slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle his cries.

"Satoru?" Nanami tried again, voice sounding slightly more worried this time.

The lack of a response caused him to open the door, his stoic expression softening ever so slightly as he looked down at his best friend.

"Again?"

Satoru looked up at him before letting his shoulders shake, tears cascading down his face as he nodded his head.

"*sigh* Alright, let's get you cleaned up"

~

"She's here" Nanami said to Gojo, now in his office.

"Really?" the latter perked up, rising from his seat.

"Yes but if I may ask, why are you so interested in her?"

"You know she shut down my flirting?"

"And this shocked you because?"

"When last do you remember me being reject by someone with a pussy?"

"You want to go there?" Nanami asked, smirking at Gojo who rolled his eyes.

"Just tell me where she is"

"Staff room, pretty sure she's getting breakfast, you should try it some time,"

"The staff room?"

"Breakfast,"

"Oh you're soo funny"

Satoru groaned before walking out of the office to go find you. Who knows, maybe he'll get lucky today.

~

"Hey~" a deep voice whispered in your ear making you jump in shock and turn around ready to kill whoever was behind you. Unfortunately, that happened to be your new boss.

"Oh, Mr. Gojo, how may I help you?"

"Not much just um... getting coffee."

"Ah, let me make you some then, how many sugars?"

"Five,"

"FIVE? What the hell, it's like you don't even want teeth."

"I guess not."

You looked at him like he had three heads before making him the coffee but putting 4 sugars instead of 5.

"So, there's a company dinner tonight for all the new staff, would love to see you there."

"Of course sir, now if you'll excuse me I have to get working."

"Please, go ahead"

"Yes sir," You said before bowing and walking away from him as fast as possible, who knows, maybe you will trip on your heels, twist an ankle and have to miss the dinner.

~

"Woah, and where are you going dressed like such a slut?" Toji asked, leaning on the frame of the bathroom door, looking you up and down while smirking.

For the dinner you chose to wear a light pink, knee length satin dress with a sweetheart neckline. You even straightened your hair and were finishing up on your makeup.

"Well if you MUST know, I'm going for a company dinner."

"Dresses like that? Might ass well just go naked and take birth control. I call dibs on Godfather."

"Yeah yeah, you're just cause ur going to be alone tonight."

"Says who? I'm going to be so busy I had to fill up on condoms."

"As if you'll use them." you snorted, walking past him to pick up your bag and leave.

"You look gorgeous by the way" He whispered, making you turn around and smile at him softly.

"Thank you"

"Uh huh, yeah now fuck off the strippers get here in ten, I don't need them seeing your weird ass, might think I'm cheating on them," He snorted, making you role your eyes and walk out of your shared apartment, wondering why you still put up with him.

~

You walked into the reserved room with a few of your colleagues, making the meeting complete. And you did your best to ignore the fact that your boss saved you the seat right beside him.

"Great! Now that we're all here and situated, I would like to raise a toast to all of you and welcome you to Gojo industries, I look forward to working with all of you. Cheers"

And while everyone was toasting, you couldn't help but notice how Gojo's hand was shaking. You also looked at his face and noticed his pupils were dilated.

"Uhm, excuse me sir, are you okay?" you whispered once everyone had settled down and were immersed in their own conversations.

"Of course, why would you ask?

"Well, it's just that you're shaking, so I was slightly concerned."

"Ah, I didn't even notice, maybe I just need some fresh air, excuse me."

He rose from his seat and made his way out of the room, but you couldn't help but notice how his breathing had sped up slightly and his shoulders tensed. Kinda of weird but then again he seemed like a pretty odd guy so you chose not to question it.

~

You were walking through the restaurant when you passed the back door and heard some heavy breathing. You slowly walked towards it and cracked the door open and shock cannot even begin to express the emotion you were experiencing at that moment.

There was your boss, squatting while leaning against the building wall. But what caused your surprise was his heavy breathing. He was shaking so violently that even though you technically hated his guts you couldn't help but worry.

"Sir? A-are you ok?"

Instead of a response, his breathing quickened. He was...having a panic attack? What the...huh?

"Uhm sir, please calm down." you said in the softest tone you could muster, putting your bag down and trying to pat his back.

"Make it stop, please" you hear him croak, his voice sounded so soft, so weak, so...broken. You'd had your fair share of panic attacks but through the lower half of them, you had Toji to be a shoulder to cry on so you know that being alone while suffering like this was hell. And because of this, you kneeled down and pulled him against you, wrapping your arms tightly around him and placing his head against your neck.

Once you did he began to sob so hard you were pretty sure it was tipping his throat raw. He grabbed your dress so hard he feared he would never be able to let go.

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[thee-kurojo]

if i were talented i’d do a fic about biker gojo 😭😭😭 specifically the fuckinf dress shirt and little vest omg

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