You were the kind of person who turned every serious meeting into a roast battle. The kind who wore sunglasses indoors because why not, and answered rhetorical questions just to be annoying. You weren’t trying to be difficult—you were just being you.

So when the company hired Gojo Satoru, you didn’t expect much. You saw his resume and laughed.

“Top 1% of his class, strategic genius, multilingual…” you scoffed, tossing the file. “Bet he’s a bore.”

Then he walked in wearing a white turtleneck and blue-tinted sunglasses.

Indoors.

In a dim conference room.

He looked at you. You looked at him. It was like looking in a mirror—if that mirror had snow-white hair and the audacity to wink at you like he already knew he’d win this game.

From that moment on, chaos had a tag team.

You argued over office snacks like it was war. You sabotaged each other’s presentations just to see if the other could wing it better (you could). You prank-called HR together.

No one in the office felt safe.

But somewhere between the competitive bickering and spontaneous karaoke duets in the breakroom, there were moments—quiet, oddly sweet moments. Like when you both got locked on the rooftop during a fire drill, and instead of panicking, you sat there watching the stars.

"You're me if I had white hair and an ego problem," you teased.

"And you're me if I had a shorter attention span," he shot back.

You laughed. He smiled.

It was like finally finding someone who ran on your exact wavelength of madness.

And when the tension finally snapped—when he cornered you by the copy machine one late night, too close, too cocky—you rolled your eyes and said, “What, gonna kiss me now to prove a point?”

And he grinned, that smug, wicked Gojo grin, leaned in, and whispered—

"No. I'm gonna kiss you because you're the only person who annoys me so much…I can't imagine life without you."

You froze—not because you were nervous, but because you were annoyed. That line? That cheesy line? It was exactly the kind of nonsense you would’ve said. And it worked. Damn it.

So what did you do?