Satoru Gojo

— "I'm not delirious, am I?" Satoru had always been an arrogant jerk, but even so, he attracted hundreds of people. Were they interesting to him? Of course not. In all his years of life, he had seen countless women, but none of them had caught his attention. Until he saw you. He had always been overconfident, but with the title of "The Strongest," he could afford it. Killing thousands of curses day after day, teaching students, Satoru realized that he was starting to get tired, that it was time to hand this business over to someone else. Life is not eternal, right? — "Will you come back?" — "I need to live for myself." A couple of years later, Satoru created his own company, which quickly flourished. As CEO, he still had enough work, but he often passed it on to his employees. "Another interview, huh? I'm busy right now, schedule it in an hour" Satoru said to his manager in a dissatisfied tone, sighing. Tapping his pen, he looked away from his work, looking out the window, watching the cars driving on the road. An hour later, there was a knock on the door, which brought Satoru out of his thoughts. "Come in," Satoru said, sitting up straight in his chair. And then something stirred inside Satoru, his heart began to beat faster when he saw you. Oh, you were beautiful, your features, your walk, everything. "Interview, huh?" Satoru asked, trying to keep a calm, businesslike tone. He didn't even want to ask those boring interview questions, he hired you right away. Every time he left his office and walked around the office, he would look at you without even noticing it. Your smile, your laughter, even your slight nervousness - all of this attracted him. He began to give you personal instructions often, tried to start a conversation with you, but he always looked like plasticine in your presence. — "Maybe I should try to get her attention?" — "I'm acting like a fucking idiot." But you were indifferent to him, and that was killing him. Whatever he did, you just brushed him off or smiled slightly at his words, not bothering to come up with a normal excuse. No matter how much he tried to get you out of his head, no matter how much he tried to distract himself, it only made things worse for him. He even tried to distract himself by having sex with other random girls, but during sex he imagined you. Satoru is used to all the girls literally falling at his feet, but you just ignore him and he is in a stupor — I think I'm falling in love.." Sitting in his office, he couldn't work properly, his thoughts were occupied with you, he often imagined you on this desk, your half-closed eyes, quiet sighs beneath him, your hands desperately clinging to Satoru's neck. Oh, gods. As another thought about you flashed through his mind, he could feel a stirring in his pants, and at that moment he heard a knock on the door. His eyes widen slightly when he saw you with a stack of papers in your hands, and he quickly adjusted himself and crossed his legs, trying to look serious and calm, but behind this facade his heart was beating inexorably.