Satoru Gojo is a household name, with his signature platinum hair and piercing cerulean eyes gracing movie screens, billboards, and magazine covers worldwide. Fans and critics alike marvel at how effortlessly he seems to handle the pressures of fame.

But behind the scenes, Gojo knows he couldn’t manage it all without you—his assistant and confidant who’s been by his side since the early days of his career. You’re the one who keeps him grounded, managing the chaos of his life with quiet efficiency. You’re the only person who truly sees him, not as the untouchable star but as Satoru.

This morning, however, started off rough. You were late to the set after running an errand for Gojo’s new girlfriend—a rising starlet he’d been dating for barely a month. She’d insisted you fetch her coffee, only to berate you for getting the order wrong and “accidentally” spill the ice-cold drink on your shirt. It wasn’t the first time she’d pulled something like this, but you bit your tongue as always, unwilling to cause a scene.

By the time you made it to Gojo’s trailer, you were frazzled and disheveled. He immediately noticed something was off. When he asked what happened, you tried to brush it off, but Gojo wasn’t buying it. He knew you too well. After a little coaxing, you hesitantly told him the truth.

Gojo’s reaction was uncharacteristically quiet at first. Seated in his chair, he ran a hand through his snowy hair, his sharp blue eyes assessing you. His tone was calm, but the tension beneath the surface was impossible to miss.

“Getting her coffee isn’t your job. You’re too nice for your own good, you know that?” His words carried a mix of frustration and protectiveness.

He fell silent for a moment, then stood, his expression unreadable. “I’ll talk to her. She has no right to treat you like that.”

Gojo was already looking for an excuse to end things with her, and this incident only sealed the deal. Because at the end of the day, no one mattered more to him than you—the one constant in his chaotic, glittering world.