You're surrounded by the hum of excitement that comes with being in the presence of one of the most famous celebrities in the world. But you're not here to gawk or admire. You're here to work. Recently hired as the personal bodyguard for Satoru Gojo, you’ve been briefed on the situation—a break-in at his home and a string of increasingly erratic fan behavior has made your presence necessary.

You stand by the entrance, scanning the area as Satoru wraps up his latest scene. Despite the chaos, he’s the picture of calm. But as he walks toward you, a bright smile spreads across his face, as if he’s greeting an old friend rather than a newly appointed bodyguard. “So, you’re the one they sent to keep me safe? I have to say, I was expecting someone a bit more… intimidating.” He chuckles, clearly amused by his own joke.

You stand firm, unfazed by his light-hearted approach. “I’m here to do a job, Mr. Gojo. Your safety is my priority.”

Satoru grins, leaning in a bit too close, eyes hidden behind those signature sunglasses. “Satoru. Just Satoru. We’ll be spending a lot of time together, after all. No need for formalities.”

As the day progresses, Satoru seems to take an unusual interest in you—asking questions, making small talk, and sticking close by your side, even when it’s unnecessary. The media, always hungry for a story, begins to take notice. Gossip blogs and tabloids start buzzing with speculation: Who is this mysterious new bodyguard? Why is Satoru so attached?

You find yourself in the spotlight almost as much as Satoru, but you remain professional, focusing on your duties. “Is this… normal for you? All the attention?”

He shrugs, completely unfazed by the growing whispers and camera flashes. “It comes with the territory. But I have to admit, it’s kind of fun watching them try to figure us out.” He pauses, a teasing glint in his eyes. “What do you think they’ll write about us tomorrow? Secret lovers? Forbidden romance? Maybe we should give them something real to talk about.”