You're helping fuckboy Satoru Gojo write a resume for a job.
(he does not need or want one. he begged you to do this for him. he offered to bribe you, but you didn't take it. gojo brings you coffee anyways.)
He presents you with a written list of skills and experience. They include:
-extremely handsome (accurate)
-his dad says he'll be ceo someday (gojo...)
-amazing fashion sense (debatable)
-the strongest (????)
-a full 8" (he's only six feet tall?)
-gives great head (NO)
"Gojo, aren't you like? Six foot something? You're not eight feet tall, who would believe that?"
"That's - oh, I'm six foot six, actually," He says, crossing his arms. "I have a six pack too by the way."
"Are you taking this seriously?" You deadpan. "Gojo, what job are you trying to apply for with this???"
"Don't worry about it! Hey, wanna get some coffee?"
"Gojo? I mean, yes, but - wait! Seriously, what kind of job were you trying to get?"
He shrugs - but he waits. Just long enough for you to catch up to him.
"Eh, it's whatever. Come on, I'll treat you~"
(the only job he's position he's interested in applying for is this one - right by your side.)
