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“Morning Sir!” You immediately stood up from your desk the moment your boss came into view.
“Good morning,” Wasuke all but mumbled, taking his usual coffee order off your hands.
“Oh actually, I can throw your coffee in the microwave if you want, it’s probably cooled off since I picked it up,” you offer, but the man just waves you off.
“No need, I’m the one that showed up late today,” he says, shooting his other assistant a cold glare because it was actually their fault as to why he’s late. “What’s on the schedule for today?”
You hurriedly follow behind him, listing off today's agenda, “you have a meeting with the planner of the company’s upcoming gala at 10:00, then a conference call at 2:00, and one more meeting at 3:30 with a potential board member.. His name is Renji, I believe.”
“Yes, Renji Takahara,” he confirms with a nod.
CEO’s are weird, you really don’t get why they ask you what's on today’s schedule when they clearly already know. But for someone that just confirms the knowledge he already had, you got paid fairly well, so it doesn’t bother you that much.
“Got it,” you respond, keeping your usual optimistic tone as you began to notify him of other things that he’s probably already aware of as well.
To say you graduated at possibly one of the worst times ever was an understatement.
234 applications.
26 interviews.
0 hires.
Which was insulting given how much you worked your ass off in university– internships, school clubs, volunteering.
All that, for fucking nothing.
Which is why you gave up on finding a job in your field for the time being and started applying to literally any and every place hiring.
And that is how you ended up as the personal assistant to Wasuke Itadori, the CEO of Itadori & Co.
Out of all the jobs you’ve applied for, you really don’t know how you landed yourself in such a fast-paced, prestige, and somewhat hostile environment. It’s most likely from the fact that you really emphasized how much of a hard worker you were during the interview— which was exactly what Wasuke needed because he had your work cut out for you.
Work in general hasn’t been that bad though, Wasuke was reasonable enough. You hear horror stories from personal assistants all the time– the insults, the berating, the tears.
While you do a lot, like picking up his dry cleaning and lunch on an already tight schedule, he was always nice about it.
At least nicer than he was with Akio, his other assistant, who’s mainly responsible for driving him around and made the man late this morning— hence Wasuke’s more sour than usual attitude this morning.
Your only worry at this point was that one thing he said on your first day, when he was going over all of your tasks and responsibilities.
“—and if my other son ever bothers you too much, you’re more than welcome to call security,” Wasuke had added, a little too calmly.
And of course, you had no idea what to say to that, so you just laughed, in hopes that he was just kidding. To lighten the mood, you know? But instead, your laugh was met with dead silence. Absolute crickets. He was not kidding when he said that, and truth be told, it left you a little rattled.
One could only assume that it was a common occurrence for his son to harass people, given how Wasuke was simply just letting you know.
“Sounds good!” You eagerly nodded once more, because you really needed the job for the time being.
But it’s been well over a month since he said that, by now you’ve taken that worry, crumpled it up, and thrown it to the back of your mind.
He couldn’t be that bad.
You’ve already met his twin, Jin. If sunshine was a person, he’d be exactly that. Soft spoken, respectful, honest, hardworking.
Wasuke seems so proud of him, it almost always warms your heart whenever you see them in the same room together. It was usually Jin talking about something he was able to work through to make business run smoother and Wasuke openly praising him after.
You haven’t seen much of Sukuna, or heard much of him, really.
Granted, that family’s PR team worked overtime trying to keep their name in a good light, according to Wasuke, who’s quickly grown comfortable with complaining about his personal life to you.
There was that one time you had to pick up a few items from your boss's home office though. It overlooked his massive backyard that had a pool.
And there he was, leaning over the edge of said pool, working on his laptop. You were too focused on the sight of his massive arms at first, but then you eventually noticed the bottle of 1942 next to the laptop. It was barely 10:00 am and he was already drinking.
In that moment you kind of understood why your boss was the way he was.
You didn’t mention the tequila part when you told Wasuke that you didn’t realize his son still lived with him, which made the poor man blow a fucking gasket because they haven’t lived under the same roof since he moved out at 18.
He was quick to question if his son bugged you or not, followed by a deep sigh of relief when you said that he never even noticed you.
Shortly after that you overheard him yelling at someone on the phone, presumably his son that broke into his home, to get the hell out of his house.
“Hey Akio? Do you think you can–”
“Not now,” your colleague frantically cuts you off, rushing out of your bosses office and off to god knows where.
Did he get fired? You doubt it, Wasuke didn’t dislike him that much. Aside from today, he usually got him everywhere early. You watched as he made his way through the floor, towards the elevator– trying his best to look as professional as possible and failing in the process.
You seriously wondered what his deal was, but given how much of a closeted gossiper your boss was, you’d probably find out before the day ended.
Work was sort of slow for you today, which was a surprise in itself. All you really had to focus on was picking up Wasuke’s lunch, scheduling some extra meetings for him, and working on his travel arrangements for his upcoming work trip— which was amazing because that meant you got to take 4 days off. And because of that, you happily picked out the best accommodations for when he goes to Beijing next month.
On paper, you looked like a caring assistant, but he knew you well enough at this point to know that it was just so he’d fuck off while you enjoyed your own little vacation away from the office.
He appreciated that about you– the upbeat attitude mixed in with the brutal honesty.
“Would you be able to stay back for an extra hour to rearrange my schedule for next week?”
“Of course, Mr. Itadori! Who am I to say no to overtime pay?”
“How was Ms. Suzuya on the phone today? Did she give you a hard time?”
“She did give me a hard time when trying to reschedule the conference. Ms. Suzuya’s kind of a bitch. But that’s okay! It was successfully moved to the 13th at 10:00 am like you asked.”
“Wonderful, excellent work as always.”
“Were you able to pick up my dry cleaning this morning?”
“Unfortunately not Mr. Itadori. Sue mentioned something about extra stains that were tough to get out? She said it like they were impossible to get out.”
Okay, maybe that one kind of hurt, but it beats Akio who starts to tremble whenever he glances his way.
It was refreshing– you, not Akio. He’s sure that after more time of getting acclimated to the company, he’ll really get to see you flourish with that honesty of yours. Maybe he’ll even offer you a job as one of the company's advisors when it comes time for you to move on from your role as an assistant.
“So you must be the old man’s new assistant,” a seducingly low voice pulled you out of your paperwork, basically looming over you with both their hands on your desk.
“Yes, I am! My name is–” you began to introduce yourself, yet ended up stumbling on your own words as you looked up.
You didn’t even notice Akio, who was standing right behind him. It made sense why he left the office in the state he was in, this man was terrifying compared to Wasuke.
You can tell he’s Jin’s brother by the hair— yet his jawline was sharper, shoulders were way more broad, gaze was more intimidating than inviting. God, you could tell he was so much more taller too.
His entire presence was overwhelming on its own. Instead of taking up too much space you could tell he was the type of person that just demanded it.
There was no point in lying to yourself, he is incredibly attractive. Had you met him under different circumstances, you’d most likely indulge in whatever antics he had hidden up his sleeve at this very moment.
But you weren’t, because once again, you need this job.
“Don’t be scared, sweetheart,” he smirked as he began to poke fun at you, knowing that both Wasuke and Jin probably warned you about him beforehand. He leans down slightly to get a better look at your name tag, that was on your chest,and says your name slowly– making your cheeks heat up and heart start to fucking race. “Pretty name,” he remarks, in his equally pretty voice.
“Oh– thanks,” the words continued to stumble out of your mouth, silently kicking yourself over the way your brain just betrayed you by short circuiting from the sight of him. “And you must be—”
“Sukuna!” You hear Wasuke explode from a distance, you turn to look at him and he’s holding the door to his office wide open. The man’s fuming. “Get in my office, now!”
It doesn’t seem to faze his son though, as he calmly stood back up to full height. He shot you a menacing look before making his way towards the office, as if it were his own choice and not a command. Wasuke was quick to slam the door shut after Sukuna took his dear time walking the 15 feet to get in.
It went on for about an hour, the incoherent yelling between the two, mixed with one of them genuinely laughing. You doubt it came from your boss— he barely showed joy to begin with.
You weren’t exactly sure what they were fighting over since their voices were muffled behind closed doors, but you did hear the words ‘coke’ and ‘prison’ come up, multiple times.
It wasn’t until Jin eventually came in to intervene when things finally started to calm down. You didn’t miss the sorry look he gave you before walking through the gates of hell.
It doesn’t take rocket science to immediately see what kind of family dynamic they had— Jin being the golden child and Sukuna the complete opposite of what a golden child was.
“Would you like to leave early today?” Wasuke peaked his head out of his office around 15 minutes after the yelling died down. “I’m sure it’ll take the rest of the day for me to sort out.. personal matters,” he says, snapping his head back and glaring at Sukuna.
“Yeah sure!” You immediately perk up, as if you didn’t just listen to him hurl profanities at his own son for a good hour. “Thank you Mr. Itadori!”
“You’re not gonna introduce me to her?”
You can hear the fake disappointment in Sukuna’s voice, once again trying to get a rise out of his father.
“Shut up,” he sharply tells his son, reminded all over again as to why Sukuna was in his office in the first place. “Don’t think you’re off the hook right now just because your brother came to your rescue.”
You don’t even get a chance to say goodbye before the man slams his door shut and continues to argue with his son once more, over something else. You could only hope it wasn’t over you, but it was. Not in the way you’d think, this was more of Wasuke being fed up with his son’s track record of fucking just about every woman around his age that works at the company.
It’s why he’s allowed him to work from home, even though he prefers to have all of his employees working in person. It just made his own life significantly easier.
And don’t get him wrong, he loves Sukuna. That's his son! His favorite thing about the boy was how fast he was able to close a deal. Life was all about balance— if Jin were a golden retriever, then Sukuna was a fucking rottweiler.
And that rottweiler made Wasuke millions.
Jin makes this world a better place, then there’s Sukuna who controls it. He can’t even lie, watching his son completely dominate an entire room full of board members fills his chest with pride as a father.
He was a lucky man— two rare personalities bundled into the price of one. He’s extremely grateful for that fact when Sukuna’s not fucking with the family name— whether it be from trying to fuck as many women as he can in one night or landing himself a night in jail for shoving ten thousand yen down a waiters throat, all because his steak wasn’t rare enough.
He never got an opportunist pregnant in college though.
Like Jin.
He never said that the bastard was perfect. But then again, maybe having a wife and kids would make Sukuna less.. extreme, for a lack of better terms.
A reason to not be so reckless all the time since he’d have something to lose for once.
The first thing you did when you got the hell out of that building was go straight to your favorite restaurant. You didn’t do anything special to deserve it, but you decided to treat yourself to a take-out and wine night while watching one of the movies you’ve had your eye on for a while.
Working as a personal assistant was draining. Wasuke's grumpy self has grown on you, mainly because it was almost always directed at Akio, but the job was still exhausting.
You’d think a mean old man would just take his coffee black, but that family will forever prove your own biases wrong.
Mr. Itadori likes a medium Colombian roast with oat milk, along with not three, but four packets of Splenda. Who knew he’d have the same coffee order as a housewife that did Pilates every morning and chugged a minimum of 5 dirty martinis every night.
Balance.
What’s next? Yakult for Sukuna in the morning? Jin shotgunning a Red Bull in his car before stepping into the building? The thought makes you giggle to yourself as you walk through the doors of your apartment.
If anything, it was Sukuna who was throwing back energy drinks each morning, probably to chase down his daily prescription of vyvanse.
Though with the way his dad was yelling at him earlier today, and what he was yelling at him for, it was safe to assume he had a better option than the two combined, and it was neatly packed in a clear, 1x1 baggie.
You don’t even know why you’re thinking about that family to begin with anyways. They aren’t necessarily bad people, at least Jin and Wasuke, but it was best to steer clear from their personal business– including the thought of them.
God knows what kind of skeletons they had hidden in their closets, especially the devil child that seemed to take up too much of their emotional time.
So you do what you did best and crumpled the thought before throwing it to the back of your mind, then going back to being grateful you got to go home early.
Yeah, life was boring at times, especially since your idea of a good time was getting tipsy while watching a movie, but it’s what you worked hard for. Even if you didn’t exactly have your dream job right now.
You were more than halfway through your movie when your phone gave off a little ping! Of course you thought nothing of it, thinking it was just a text from one of your friends.
But your intuition has yet to fail you, and you just knew that you were fucked the moment you read the simplest little message on your screen.
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