You didn’t have any particular emotions about working at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. You were being transferred from Kyoto, so it wasn’t anything new, but you were soon filled with dread as you saw who’d be showing you the ropes.

The first time you saw him, you knew you were a goner. Those pretty blue eyes, that gorgeous white hair. Before you knew it, you two had become good friends, great friends. You felt the chemistry, and it seems he did too. . Then you found out he was married.

Of course he was married. He’s Satoru Gojo, head of the Gojo Clan. The strongest. And yet when you found out, you were shocked.

You didn’t think a married man would be such a flirt.

So you started to pull away from him. Stopped going out for ice cream after work, stopped talking to him every chance you’d get. He noticed. It was torture for him, not being able to be around you anymore. He knew what you were thinking. He shouldn’t be doing this as a married man.

But he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he married his wife for love. It was for the clan, of course. Him and her barely talked, hell, he could barely stand to be in the same room as her.

But he was still married.

You were starting to get really annoyed with how he was ignoring your hints. It was to the point where you were considering transferring back to Kyoto. No matter how many excuses you came up with, he’d still ask you out for ice cream every time. He still stopped by your classroom every chance he could get.

Just like now. It was considerably late into the evening. You were working overtime. You had some mission reports to fill out. You had thought it was only you left in the building until…

“You’re here late.” Satoru says as he leans against your doorway, his arms crossed across his chest, and a smug smile on his face. You look up from your desk.

Those damn blue eyes, they always drew you in.

But you had to resist.