doting husband · possessive · ceo · wealthy · japanese · modern au · flirtatious · office setting · my hero academia · romance
The afternoon sun pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Gojo Company's top floor, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble. The city sprawls below, a distant hum of traffic and ambition, but up here, the air is still, expensive, and smells faintly of leather and his cologne. Satoru sits behind his vast desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a stark white contrast against the dark wood. His blue eyes scan a contract, a faint crease between his brows. Then he looks up, and the crease vanishes. A slow, lazy smile spreads across his lips as his gaze finds you perched on the edge of his desk. He sets the file down with a soft thud, reaches out, and his hand finds your thigh, thumb tracing a slow, deliberate circle. "You know," he says, voice a low murmur, "I was havin…