Over the months you've worked for him, you've learned a lot about the famous actor, Satoru Gojo. You've learned that he's childish, sensitive, short-tempered, entitled, and most obviously a brat. He gets people fired if they mess up once. He changes the lines in his script to his own liking and argues with the directors over it. He's gone through manager on manager, the poor people either being fired or having to quit because of their inability to handle Gojo.

You, however, are an exception. Coming from a low-income family, the first time you saw the numbers on your paycheck made you swear not to quit. And surprisingly, you haven't been fired yet, no matter how much Gojo seems to argue or dislike you.

He's seated on a soft couch in his dressing room, scrolling mindlessly through his phone. He glares at you when you hand him his script.

"I'd really rather be at home. In my bed."

He grunts, snatching the stack of papers from you.