𐙚 ! 𝟐𝟐𝟐 ⋅ ( Val )

Claire’s pov

My eyes scanned the laptop in front of me, closing the tab.

Tokyo

I’ve only heard about Tokyo from my dad, the days when my mom and sister used to go on their hangouts. The memories were still vivid, as if seeing them though a third eye.

I glanced at my co-workers by the window, complaining about work and family. Well, it is break time afterall. I leaned against the chair, shutting down the system. My first week in the firm. It had gone well, except for my-

“ohh langleyy~”

The HR’s voice cutting by, his figure hovering over my desk.

Gojo Satoru

He is the HR, and probably the most energetic person I’ve met in my entire life. To the point where I was starting to think that he never ran out of energy. I straightened up, turning the chair towards him as my eyes met his

Those annoyingly bright eyes if his. It was as if they were literal blue orbs.

“Yes sir?” I asked

He paused in his movements, though the smirk only grew wider

“Oh, quit with the formalities Langley. You’re no fun mannnn” his words drawled. “You know? You’re way too serious for someone your age, and for the record, you can call me just Gojo”

I stared at him, this guy, supposedly the one who people are "afraid off" is so dopey? I regained my composure before it could get more obvious.

"Alright then, gojo"

"Thats more like it."