cw: background character reader, 6'5 ceo satoru with anger issues, secretery y/n, nobody knows how she got the job, crack, this is just jokes guys i can't get those stupid tiktoks out of my head
"Mornin', sweetheart," the young ceo flashes you a smile, his teeth are so white you find yourself slightly squinting as you look up in his direction to greet him back.
"Goodmorning, Mr. Gojo," you force yourself to smile back, in fear of getting fired.
You don't just fear Satoru Gojo, you're tired of him.
Him and his secretary.
You all are.
The public would not believe what kind of shit he puts you all through in the name of making y/n happy, making her feel safe. It's fucking abuse at this point.
How the hell does railing her in his office, while growling "that's it you fucking slut, let them all know who you belong to," make her feel safe?
And then you all have to witness her limping back to her desk! The poor thing barely knows how to walk to begin with. it's like watching a baby deer take it's first step, but the deers born with a missing leg. this bitch is hopeless.
none of you know how she got the job. some say she used to be a stripper. others say she was born into a royal family and she's just cosplaying as a poor person to hide her true identity. you don't even care to know at this point, you just want to get through one NORMAL shift and go home.
"Oh, uh- hey, reader?" Mr. Gojo stops right before he walks past your desk and faces you.
"Yes, Mr. Gojo?" you ask reluctantly.
"Go ahead and cancel my meeting at 10:00, be sure to block the time off too," he says with a devilish smirk. He doesn't even try to hide it anymore, it makes you sick.
"Will do, Sir," you just smile and nod.
He gives you a wink and walks off, leaving you to mentally prepare for whatever unholy act he's planning on doing to y/n later. You're already dreading having to clean it all up. Yes. Clean.
To work for Mr. Gojo is to be abused.
The next hour flies by like it's nothing and your ears are soon met with the sound of y/n's heels elegantantly clacking through the marble floor. You try to avoid making eye contact with her at this point. She thinks it's because you hate her, but honestly, you could be a spider and Mr. Gojo would still get paranoid, thinking the said spider is out to take y/n away from him.
But still, she tries to greet you anyways.
She gives you a big fucking smile the closer she gets.
"Goodmorn-AAUUUUGGHHHHHHH"
The scream that rips out of her throat scares you and everyone else. You don't even know what happened, but now y/n's on the floor, again. Except this time? She's right next to your desk.
Mr. Gojo's office is directly behind you, and you startle once again from the way he dramatically slams the doors open. He's already staring everyone down, breathing heavily through his nose.
"Y/n?!" he frantically runs to her rescue, she's still on the floor holding on to her ankle. "What happened to you?! Did someone push you?"
You immediately straighten up after that last question, because he was looking at you when he asked it. Pupils blown out and everything.
"N-no, I-I," she starts to do this thing where she manages to laugh and stutter at the same time. "Nobody pushed me, Gojo-san. I swear! Ahh- fuck!! It hurts!" her face scrunches up in pain as she continues to hold on to her ankle.
"I can get you an ice pack-"
"SHUT UP," Mr. Gojo snaps at you, "Y/n, talk to me! What happened?!"
"No, it's okay!" she tries to diffuse to situation, clearly feeling at fault for the way he rudely yelled at you. "I just- ugh, I wasn't looking and hit the corner of the desk. It's fine!"
"No, it's not fine!" he yells at her this time, wondering why she doesn't care for herself as much as he does. "I almost fucking lost you y/n!"
Everything he says kinda goes in one ear and out the other. You're incredibly offended at the way he cut you off when you were just trying to help. It doesn't take long for you start fully listening again though, after hearing him make one ridiculous statement.
"No, no," he shakes his head, acting as if it were him that had fallen on his ass, not y/n. "This isn't going to work, we can't have this desk here, it's a safety hazard. Reader, move it to the corner."
You pause and blink at him a couple times. "I'm sorry?"
"I said move your FUCKING DESK TO THE CORNER," he yells at you again, pointing in a direction that doesn't even lead to the corner. "Do it now, or else I'm breaking your fucking desk and making you do your work on the floor."
