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Since this is a burnbook …. I HATE HATE HAAAATE @/floweryhaze 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 there’s no reason why i she just urks my nerves . And atop of her i hate @/sixxels
── ❀ Husband Gojo with secretary reader who just so happens to also be his wife . Divider by @cursed-carmine.
you tried to do all the tasks you were given. you really did! though that was proven to be nearly impossible with the way a certain sorcerer was eyeing you up and down.
"satoru, are you even still listening to me?!"
"of course I am, sweets," he replied while not so sneakily looking at how the tight the blouse of your outfit emphasized your breast. "but they are basically calling my name! don't you hear them to?"
he grinned and you started to wonder how you even came to marry such a man. "If you don't stop!" you hissed, the edge of the clipboard you were holding dangerously close to colliding with his nose, "I will call principal Yaga myself—"
"I really love it when you're assertive," satoru crooned, and the way his lips moved with every syllable made heat flush up your cheeks.
"that's illegal, you know. seducing your husband while he's trying to work?" He leaned down, all white hair and the faint glimmer of a smile so wide it almost hurt to look directly at.
you closed your eyes, counted to ten, then walked out without looking back. gojo could be heard repeatedly yelling your name, but you ignored it.
"I'll see you when we get home, satoru!" you called over your shoulder, refusing to even give him the satisfaction of a glance. "and my tits aren't calling your name, they're calling for help to get away from your greasy hands!"
"baby, please!"
author's notes : hi guys , first post on this blog I'm kinda scared . . .