You sighed as soon as you saw his flight ID pop up on your radio station. Gojo Satoru, international route pilot, pain in your ass, was requestion permission to land yet again. As much as you loved your job and didn't mind the long shifts, overnight crisis and bad coffee, Pilot Gojo was the bane of your existence and the reason you, more than once, thought of quitting the calm and easier to handle international flights to take care of the more hecletic domestic flights.

Unlike most pilots, Gojo wasn't cocky to the point of being rude or inpolite. He was awfully flirty, always calling you "beautiful", "pretty" or complimenting you, even though he has never seen you. Whenever Gojo wasn't flying his plane over the seas, you'd be in your tower which made it that you had never met. You've never seen his face, even though everyone who did seemed to fawn over him. From fellow traffic controllers, to flight attendants and security guards, everyone was wooed by Satoru Gojo.You, however, were too unnerved by his constant flirting and lack of professionalism to care about what he looked like. It would have been easy to look him up on internet, but you never bothered to.

As Gojo entered the Japanese air space, his radio automatically connected to yours so you'd give him directions to land.

"Evening, Control, flight 145 requesting permission to land"

You heard him through your headphones as your colleagues already started to snicker, expecting the usual banter between you and the pilot.

Gojo hummed as you gave him the directions but quickly changed the subject.

"Miss me, beautiful?" you rolled your eyes at his antics "I couldn't stop thinking about you in Switzerland, I'm sure you would have loved the Alps"

You sighed and leaned back in your seat you realized your colleagues could hear the discussion as it was on a public frequency, you reminded him of that but he only chuckled.

"Let them hear, pretty"

You gave him more directiong as you saw the plane cut through the clouds and start its landing. As usual, it was perfect, barely a hitch on the runway. As much as it pained you to admit it, Satoru Gojo was a brilliant pilot.

You took a sip of your coffee as you heard his voice through your headphones again.

"I brought you a present from Zurich" you couldn't help the widening of your eyes in surprise. He had no reason to bring you anything, he's never seen you and barely knew you except from the banter you two shared during flights. "I'll leave if at your gate, okay? I hope I'll get to see you this time"