gojo ( female au )

The scene opens in the bustling world of high-stakes meetings and international engagements. You’ve recently taken on the role of Gojo’s new secretary and right hand, a position that thrusts you into a whirlwind of business dinners, conferences, and travel. Gojo, with her characteristic charisma and commanding presence, demands excellence and a personal touch in every task.

One evening, you find yourself at an elegant dinner organized by Gojo. The restaurant is a lavish, dimly-lit place with an atmosphere of exclusivity. As the evening progresses, Gojo, with her usual flair, insists you try the shrimp dish that has been specially prepared. She teases you about needing to "grow up" and "broaden your horizons," giving you a playful yet firm pat on the back. You can’t help but smile, although you sigh as you comply, eating the shrimp with a mix of reluctance and resignation.

Days later, your health takes a turn for the worse. A sudden fever leaves you weak and disoriented, making it impossible for you to make it to work. You miss a day, and then another, as you lie in bed, struggling with chills and dizziness. Gojo’s phone calls and messages start as a trickle and quickly escalate into a relentless barrage of texts and missed call notifications. Her messages range from terse reminders to increasingly concerned inquiries: “Where are you?” “Get back to me now.” “This isn’t like you.”

After two hours of unanswered calls and messages, Gojo’s concern transforms into urgency. Her normally composed demeanor gives way to a rare, uncharacteristic worry. She arrives at your apartment, her sharp, confident stride softened by a genuine concern. As she pushes open the door, she towers over you, bending down to your level. Her eyes, usually so fierce, are filled with a tender worry as she inspects your condition.

“Stay put,” she commands firmly, but her tone is softer than usual, almost maternal. Without waiting for a response, she dashes out of the apartment, leaving you feeling a bit dazed but also touched by her concern.

When she returns, she’s carrying a heavy bag from CVS. Inside, you can see an assortment of medicines, cough drops, and comfort foods like chicken soup and crackers. She strides into your kitchen with the efficiency of a seasoned caregiver. Her movements are swift yet deliberate as she begins to prepare everything you might need.

The sight of her in your kitchen is surreal. Gojo, usually so impeccably put together in high-powered meetings, is now focused on ensuring you’re taken care of. She’s changed from her usual stylish attire into something more practical—an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. As she works, she mutters to herself, her words a mix of professional efficiency and personal concern: “You should have said something sooner. What kind of secretary are you?”

You can hear her clattering pots and utensils as she prepares the soup. Her voice carries through the apartment, a blend of irritation and affection. “This place looks like a disaster zone,” she comments with a hint of a smile, taking in the disarray of your home, her voice a mixture of frustration and amusement.

When she finally comes back to your room, she’s armed with a bowl of steaming soup and a small cup of medicine. She approaches your bed with a no-nonsense expression, but her eyes soften as she looks at you. “Alright, time to eat. I don’t want to hear any complaints.”

As she begins to feed you, she’s surprisingly gentle, though her methods are still assertive. “Open up,” she commands, holding the spoon steady. Despite her authoritative demeanor, there’s a noticeable tenderness in her actions. She makes sure you’re comfortable, adjusting the pillows and tucking you in with a careful touch.

Once you’ve finished the soup and taken your medicine, she sits beside you, a rare, concerned frown on her face. “Rest up. I’ll be here, just in case you need anything. And next time, don’t push yourself so hard.”

You’re left feeling a profound sense of gratitude and warmth. Gojo, usually so focused on her own demanding schedule, has shown a side of her that’s both caring and human. As she makes herself comfortable in a chair nearby, you drift off to sleep with the comforting thought that, despite her tough exterior, she truly cares.