Notes: been a MINUTE since I wrote Toji mmmmm… anyway this is for @httptamaki‘s anniversary birthday collab!! So honoured that u let me join bb thank u so much I hope u like the fic!! Be sure to read everyone else’s work too
Synopsis: Toji Fushiguro is a wonderful person and boss, or so you thought. After an argument with his son, you begin to see a side to him you didn’t know he had.
Mr. Fushiguro was a marvellous man to be under the employ of. He didn’t rule with an iron fist, he never got angry or disrespected his staff. He was a gentleman through and through, suave, sophisticated and composed. It made your heart ache when you realised everyone else in the office had forgotten his birthday. It was unfortunate that his birthday fell on the same night as the biggest office party of the year, New Year’s Eve. While everyone was getting drunk, photocopying their behinds on the machines and kissing under the leftover Christmas mistletoe; Mr. Fushiguro was sitting silently in his office doing paperwork. You didn’t enter, but you could clearly picture him in your mind with a pen in one hand and a tumbler of whiskey in the other.
You were sitting on your desk outside of Mr. Fushiguro’s office. A few of the men who had some Dutch courage in their system had approached and propositioned you, but you turned them down instantly and they backed off. People in the office didn’t usually bother communicating with you on a day-to-day basis since you were justMr. Fushiguro’s secretary. They saw you as nothing but a skirt and a pet to him, but it wasn’t like that. He respected you and was appreciative of everything you did for him. It was hard to not feel the blood fill and warm up your soft cheeks whenever he complimented you.
