Warnings: Sato Daisuke, mentions of bipolar behaviour and killing, Gojo being a busybody (smh), mentions of sugar daddy transactions, use of the word 'mama'

Monday. The feeling of dread overcame you. News went around quickly because you received texts from your colleagues and friends about the situation. You may or may not have zapped your phone using your cursed energy out of anxiety. Office gossiping and politics were one of the worst things you wanted to experience. Every time you heard voices speaking about a certain someone or ranting, you found yourself getting out of the scene quickly. Not wanting to be at the scene of the crime and falling to possible accusations. On your commute to work, your Eye of Judgement appeared quite a few times and you hurriedly swatted it away. It comes out like a reflex. Whenever it senses negative feelings you emit, it pops up above your head to protect you from threats.

Sucking in a breath, your heels clicked against the ground and tried to not make your presence noticeable. However, murmurs and whispers went by your hearing. It has already started. You arrived at your desk in confusion seeing your belongings neatly stored in boxes and scanned your surroundings to look for an explanation. "Helped clear your desk to save trouble." There wasn't a need to turn and find who the voice came from. "I hate it when people mess with my belongings," picking up the boxes without seeking a proper explanation for whatever was going on. "Nuh uh, at least let us all have a proper closure before sending you off." Sato got in your way. A crowd was starting to form and it was too early in the morning for this nonsense.

Without speaking another word, your shoulder bumped against Sato's arm, harsh enough for him to stumble back to get him out of your way. A tug was felt holding you back and the boxes flew off your arms in the next moment. Gasps echoed through the office and you snapped your head back to see Sato smirking. "First off, there is no explanation needed. Secondly, you're the one at fault." Anger bubbled through your body seeing Sato shake his head to downplay your words. "You still have the cheek to behave like this after all I have given to you." Is this dude for real now? "Don't make me cringe. Also, you've given me nothing." You emphasized and stood your ground for wanting to leave the office as soon as possible.

"Are you saying that the time and money spent were nothing to you?!"

"Your words, not mine."

"Starting the week off with some drama? I'd love to see it!" Eyes widening, you lifted your head to see Gojo casually strolling his way through the crowd. "Gojo, what are you doing here?" All the tall male did was place a finger on his lips. He may or may not have flirted with the receptionist to get access to the office. It was a no-brainer that the people were going to be awed by his disgustingly good looks and charming personality. A vein popped on your forehead hearing how did someone let you land him. It wasn't as if you had a choice.

"This area is only for authorized personnel!" Sato yelled but didn't receive an ounce of attention from Gojo. Instead, the white-haired male tutted his lips with a playful yet smug expression. "Small dick's here." Giggles and snickered filled the room and Sato looked like he was about to burst in embarrassment and anger. He threatened to call security but Gojo pouted with a sigh, thinking that it was only appropriate to have farewell for you. "Since everyone's here, I thought a proper closure would suffice whatever is happening," Gojo took off his shades to reveal those mesmerizing bright blue orbs and those white luscious lashes of his. "My ex-wifey doesn't find you bangable. It's as simple as that." Gojo batted his lashes at Sato to spite him further.

Rolling your eyes, you switched your ears off and bent down to pick up your files. Shouldn't this fella be in Jujutsu High for lessons? Funny how he's so free to roam around Tokyo while carrying the title of being the 'strongest and honoured one'. "Also, I don't think y/n would appreciate the fact that you've been going around lying to people that she's slept with you.." What? Your eyes widened and straightened your back, eyes filled with wrath and storming towards Sato. Grabbing his collar, you pushed him against a desk and leaned in to him, "If you're desperate for such acts, go somewhere else! How could you let that lie roll off your tongue so easily?" Disgust filled your veins for the man before you.

Sato stumbled against his words and you mocked him by doing the same. Gojo chuckled watching the scene and turned to the others who were still present. "I don't think you all should be here. Isn't there work to do?" There was this dominant aura that Gojo radiated and it was scarier when he asked that while smiling so brightly. It wasn't like he was their boss but it sure feels like it as the crowd dispersed, watching you drag Sato out of the office to a secluded area of the building.

You threw him against a wall and proceeded to kick him in between his legs, causing him to yelp in pain as his knees buckled and fell to the ground. Gripping his face between a hand, you smirked, "You have a lot of nerve, Sato Daisuke." Kicking you out of the company was nothing to you, there were other jobs out there but tainting your reputation wasn't something you could get by. With the harsh hold on his cheeks, it was difficult for Sato to speak and only used the gaze in his eyes to communicate. From the looks of his hardened pupils, he seemed like he didn't regret his actions and started to laugh in your face too. He was the most incorrigible person you've met.

"Still not admitting your fault, huh?" Eyes now purple and Sato felt a stinging zap on his face from your hand. His pupils dilated when a sword appeared floating in the air and landing to the palm of your hand, "Those who are like you only deserve punishment. Now," fingers digging against his skin to pry his mouth open. "Let me see that tongue of yours that made up those words. Don't worry, I'll be quick." Letting out a distorted giggle and raised your arm above your head for the stroke, his screams were music to your ears.

Gojo stopped you before it was too late. "Nuh uh, we shouldn't do that." He clicked his tongue, lifting you from the ground and releasing your grip on Sato. He took in gasps of air while processing what just occured. A near death experience. His pupils shook and pushed himself against the wall impossibly closer, sanity about to leave his soul. "W-What are you?!" He yelled, cold blood running through his veins. Gojo found the sight amusing, it was just so pathetic of Sato. "Could have admitted your doings than land yourself in this state, right?" He quirked a brow. "A mere human like you couldn't handle y/n even if you tried." Gojo added on, fingers lacing between yours and it surprisingly calmed you down.

Sato whimpered when Gojo stride towards him, leaning down swiftly, "Unless you would like to experience it again. Perhaps from me this round?" He suggested, a large hand of his going up to Sato's forehead and giving him a flick enough to spew blood, knocking him out in the process. "Hm, you're weak." Gojo sighed. "Oh my gosh, Gojo. I... I almost killed him." "Nonsense! That was just a tease!" Gojo giggled while walking off. "Do you think he'll be alright?" You followed closely. "Hm? Yeah, sure. He'll be alright physically but I don't know about his sanity." Your jaw dropped watching how unserious this man was. "Gojo, I think that's worse?" "Relax, y/n! Now let's get out of here. Ugh, corporate offices are the worst!"

"How did you know?" Gojo chewed on his mochi and glanced at you from the corner of his eye. "Gossiping in the lift," he responded, picking up another mochi. Both of you were at one of the highest peak of a hill nearby. Letting out a sigh, you hid your face in between your hands to collect yourself before pushing your hair back. "Are you bipolar?" Gojo asked out of the blue. You knew what he was referring to, you exhibited another part of you when using your cursed energy. It was like you were another person. Someone who was terrifying, merciless and found joy in hurting people. "It's just me when I use my cursed energy." That was another problem you were facing. What if you let loose and hurt the ones you care for?

"Come to Jujutsu High." Gojo suggested and you looked at him as if he was crazy. His lips tilted, "I can teach you how to control your cursed energy." "You?" You scoffed, side eyeing him. "Hey, I'm a teacher there!" Gojo jutted his lower lip. "Does that mean I'll have to enrol myself into a class? Won't it be weird to your students?" "Noooo but we can have private lessons." Gojo wiggled his brows teasingly. Shoving him away, you couldn't help but chuckle at his silliness. Gojo's lips curled at the sight, eyes softened hearing that laughter of yours.

"Speaking about school, shouldn't you be teaching now?" "I don't have classes on Mondays!" Gojo made a peace sign and you swatted his hand away from your face. Snatching his shades, you wore it and was amazed that it was heavily tinted. That made you wonder how he was able to find his way around and he reminded you of the blind mice from Shrek. "You'll be surprised how many sorcerers cover their eyes when their on duty." "Really? Why?" "It's to prevent from curses to notice that they're being watched, dumbass." Gojo took away his shades from you. "This is why I suggested you to come to Jujutsu High," wiping the lenses and checking them under the sun for any smudges. "I didn't reject your offer," standing from the bench to have a better view of the scenery.

His eyes widened, leaning back against the bench with a smirk. "You must have failed listening comprehension in school," pointing to your ears for emphasis. "Yaga will agree with me." Adding onto your statement and frowned when Gojo snickered. A blush seeped through your cheeks at the sound of his boyish laughter. That frown fading away after facing him which was accompanied by a small smile.

"So what am I going to do now? I got fired," stretching your arms while taking in a deep breath. "Well, my opening of being your sugar daddy still stands." "You're insane, Gojo." A ding from your phone made you reach into your purse, gawking at the sight on the bright screen. "Gojo Satoru has transferred ¥200,000 to your account." You couldn't seem to make up words due to the sudden amount that you received from Gojo after that statement you didn't take seriously. Fingers tapped away, wanting to transfer the amount back to Gojo but all he did was snatch your phone away and waved it in the air. It amused him when you jumped to reach for your device, demanding him to return it back.

"Take it as household expenses for the times you took care of Megumi and Tsumiki. What a good mama, you are." Gojo cooed while poking your cheek. "Gojo Satoru! What did I tell you about using that word- Woah!" The both of you came crashing to the floor when you lost balance while reaching for your phone. Groaning, you lifted your upper body slowly and found yourself stranded above Gojo. The male whined when he realized his shades were ruined, lenses shattered into pieces. "Oops," shrugging with an apologetic look.

"This is the most action I've gotten in a while."
"Shut up, you pervert!"

A/N: The latest JJK2 episode was AMAZING!😩🫶🏻