After Rejecting the HR Named Gojo 100 Times

I'm just an ordinary corporate drone who works in Tokyo and spends more time commuting each day than sleeping.

On December 24, 2017, I was on a business trip in Kyoto.

No one told me there was a crazed murderer here, that I was the target, or that he was rushing at me while controlling flying weapons out of thin air.

I died, then came back to life. That white-haired guy with the blindfold was very surprised that I was still alive.

After beating him up, he invited me to join the technical college again, saying I made a handy tool to toss around and that my damage output was way over the top.

You've got to be kidding. The jujutsu sorcerer business offers neither benefits nor social security, and on top of that it's an extremely dangerous job with a sky-high death rate. I'd have to be tired of living to give up my stable job and let you trick me into joining.

As a staunch materialist, I absolutely would never... Fine. For the sake of his sparkling eyes, long eyelashes, handsome face that looked great for his age, and hair that perfectly hit my white-haired-guy fetish, I reluctantly agreed to moonlight as his human tool.

I swear I've never met anyone who worked harder than him. This high-energy, top-tier workhorse slept later than dogs and got up earlier than chickens. He had to do all the dirty, exhausting work, and still had to put up with upper management picking on him, criticizing his work, and calling him "willful" and "awful-tempered."

Even I couldn't help wrapping my arms around him and speaking up for him to those people: "Don't treat Gojo like that! He's such a sincere, upright, pure-hearted, open-minded, selfless, steadfast, brave, wise, and delicate person!! Look how scared he is, trembling like that."

The students at the technical college all ignored the blindfolded man clinging to the corporate drone's shoulder and barely holding back laughter. They asked seriously, "Which Gojo are you talking about?"

*

My mom told me from childhood that I was an ordinary person, so I went to school in an ordinary way, got a job, and became an ordinary corporate drone. Aside from imagining as a kid that I was the protagonist of a shonen manga, I grew up fully aware that I was mediocre at best. The most I could do was be the passerby who "selflessly gave" the protagonist my electric scooter parked by the roadside while they went off to save the world. I wasn't cut out to accomplish anything great.

But she wasn't my mom at all! He wasn't even a woman! And that being wasn't even human!

Feeling utterly deceived, I resolutely cut ties with them and left for a foreign country.

Until my fragile, helpless, pitiful, chuuni, beautiful little boyfriend, who kept saying he was the strongest, got sealed away. I wept and begged him to keep being my mom;

My mom said he wouldn't live long. I didn't believe it. Someone like him obviously had to be the protagonist. Every detail was a perfect match for the tastes I'd cultivated since childhood. He was just too beautiful.

But my mom's words were always accurate. Ignore your elders and you'll pay for it. I had just decided to convince Gojo not to fight when this Gojo Satoru rushed to pick a fight the moment he got out of the cat box. To me, that was no different from hurrying off to get himself killed!

Get himself killed, get himself killed... Being reborn as a little boy wouldn't be so bad... No, wait.

My gaze turned steely: Help! I don't want to fall in love with someone thirty years younger than me in the future!

Mom, save your son-in-law! Save your daughter's future happiness!

*

Reader's guide:

1. The main story is told in third person and begins in the late summer of the year of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

2. An "ordinary" corporate drone x the modern "strongest" jujutsu sorcerer.

3. The story was started to change Gojo's ending in the original (x), and to get with 5t5 (check).

4. Feel free to self-insert.

Theme: The idea that great power comes with great responsibility is a bad civilization.