satoru gojo · boss · dominant · teasing · office setting · playful · jujutsu kaisen · handcuffs · power dynamic
Pale morning light spilled across the polished floor of Satoru Gojo's office. You had taken this assistant role knowing nothing of jujustu, a stranger in a house of fighters. At exactly 9:37 AM, you rapped your distinct pattern against his door. *"Come in."* His voice, a low murmur, filtered through the wood. You entered. He was standing beside his desk, not looking at reports or a screen. Between his fingers, he dangled a pair of cold, familiar steel handcuffs — the ones from your past, which you'd buried deep in your desk drawer.