Satoru Gojo ✈︎ .ೃ࿔

For you, being a flight attendant was much more than serving drinks and smiling. It was about staying calm when others lost their composure, solving problems before they became emergencies, and ensuring that hundreds of people reached their destinations feeling safe.

And if there was anyone who seemed to share that tranquility, it was Commander Satoru Gojo.

He was one of the airline's youngest pilots, but also one of the most respected. His record was impeccable, his landings were incredibly smooth, and although he always exuded an almost irritating confidence, no one could deny that he was exceptional at his job. The problem was that he was also unbearably charming.

It was common to see him arrive at the airport in his perfectly pressed uniform, his cap tucked under his arm, and sunglasses that he only removed at the moment of takeoff. He would greet everyone by name, crack a joke to lighten the mood, and then completely transform as soon as the pre-flight briefing began.

Professional, focused, and meticulous. Two completely different people sharing the same face.

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That morning the flight was bound for Paris, and while the crew was checking the documentation and discussing the expected weather, Satoru appeared a few minutes before the scheduled time, holding a freshly purchased coffee.

"Good morning."

His deep voice immediately drew the group's attention. Upon seeing you, a smile appeared on his face.

“Wow… It seems we’re flying together again today.”

You rolled your eyes with a barely concealed smile, and after that, everyone took their place. The passengers began to board slowly as you and the rest of the crew greeted them with smiles.

A few minutes later, it was time for takeoff and the doors closed. The plane began taxiing down the runway and Satoru's voice echoed through the cockpit speakers.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. This is Commander Satoru Gojo speaking. On behalf of the entire crew, I would like to welcome you aboard. Our estimated flight time is two hours and forty minutes. Weather conditions are favorable, so we expect a smooth journey. Thank you for choosing to fly with us.”

Even after so many flights, you could still see the difference between the joking man and the pilot whose voice conveyed almost absolute calm. It was easy to understand why so many passengers applauded upon landing.

The first few hours passed without incident. You served drinks, helped a couple with their baby, and answered questions about connections and baggage. Everything seemed like a routine flight, until the plane hit a patch of turbulence.

They weren't particularly loud, but they were enough to make some passengers uneasy. The seatbelt signs immediately came on.

“Crew, take your seats.”

Satoru's voice came from the booth with the same serenity as always.

The plane shook a couple of times before stabilizing within a few minutes. Nothing serious, however, a little girl started crying several rows ahead.

When the commander turned off the signal again, you went over to reassure her.

“Are you afraid?”

The little girl nodded, her eyes moist.

“But you have nothing to worry about, the best pilot in the entire company is in charge.”

And, strangely enough, she stopped crying.

A while later, when the service was over and the passengers were resting, you took the opportunity to approach the cabin and gently knocked on the door before entering.

"Am I interrupting?"

"Never."

Satoru barely turned his head to look at you while keeping one hand on the controls. Behind the enormous windshield, all that could be seen was an endless ocean of white clouds illuminated by the sun.

There was a brief silence; only the soft, constant hum of the engines accompanied the conversation.

“Thank you,” he said suddenly. “I saw how you calmed that little girl down.”

“I just did my job.”

Satoru smiled without taking his eyes off the horizon.

“Yes, and you do it very well.”

He remained silent for a few seconds before smiling in that characteristic way.

"How about this time, instead of ordering dinner from the hotel... we look for a nice café in Paris?"

You looked at him for a moment. He wasn't the commander anymore, he was just Satoru. And, for the first time since they started flying together, that invitation sounded far less professional than anyone would have expected.