Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

Perhaps because this place, which had been untouched for a long time, suddenly had visitors, Susumu Kikkawa felt unusually at a loss. Compared to him, Satoru Gojo was like a big cat patrolling its territory, slowly walking into the living room.

His gaze swept quickly over the tidy sofa and the coffee table piled with medical books, finally settling on the thriving green plant by the balcony.

This place was completely different from the cold, empty, and stale Gojo family mansion where he lived.

It's small, but warm. Every detail exudes a sense of life that has been carefully nurtured by its owner.

"Please sit down, I'll go make some tea." Sumi Kichikawa seemed a little flustered, placing the convenience store bag on the counter and frantically searching for a cup.

Gojo Satoru sat on the sofa, his long legs curled up in a pitiful manner.

He watched Sumi Kichikawa's busy back and his slightly stiff movements due to nervousness, and suddenly realized that this awkward atmosphere was not unpleasant at all.

Kikawa Sumi brought over two cups of hot tea and placed them on the coffee table. "Please have some tea."

The tea was warm, and the sweetness of the honey perfectly neutralized the bitterness of the black tea.

Gojo Satoru paused in his movements.

This taste...

"What's wrong? Is it not to your liking?" Sumi asked nervously.

"No, it's delicious." Gojo Satoru put down his cup, his voice lowered. "Just as I imagined."

As he spoke, he naturally leaned back into the sofa, stretching his long legs out as if he were relaxing.

Kikawa Sumi sat at the other end, her fingers unconsciously stroking the side of the cup.

There was silence for a few seconds.

He suddenly remembered something, got up and walked towards the cabinet next to the entrance.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and looked at him, letting out a curious "Hmm?"

Sumi Kichikawa opened the drawer and took out a small item.

The fabric is a soft, deep blue, embroidered with a small crescent moon in silver thread. Scattered around it are a few stars, each one meticulously crocheted with even finer silver thread.

A cotton rope of the same color was tied to the top of the bag with a neat slipknot.

It's a delicate little lucky bag.

He walked back, stopped in front of Gojo Satoru, and handed him the small lucky bag.

"for you."

Gojo Satoru took it and looked down at it.

The lucky bag was light, but it wasn't empty.

Something inside was gently bumping against each other, making a soft, crunching sound, like candy wrappers rubbing together.

He pinched it with his fingertips and could feel the round shape of the candy ball, as well as something harder.

Is this shape... a lollipop?

"This is...?" He looked up, his tone filled with genuine curiosity.

"These are handmade candies made by a friend I mentioned before," Sumi Kichikawa said, sitting back down in a calm voice. "Last time I just gave her a few loose ones, not very formal. These are... specially packaged later."

He spoke casually, but his hand kept unconsciously gripping the edge of the sofa.

Gojo Satoru looked down at the lucky bag in his palm, his fingertips slowly tracing the crescent moon on the silver thread.

The little lucky bag is exquisitely crafted; the crescent moon is perfectly round and full, and every stitch is meticulously made. This isn't something you can just buy casually; it was sewn together with care, stitch by stitch.

"Did the doctor do it?" he asked.

"Hmm. I made it a long time ago." Sumire picked up her water glass, took a sip, and looked away. "I just haven't found the right person to deliver it to."

Gojo Satoru's fingers paused for a moment.

Haven't found a suitable person to deliver it yet...?

He pulled the cotton rope open and took a look.

As expected, inside were five or six candies wrapped in colored cellophane, brightly colored in grape purple, strawberry pink, and orange yellow, squeezed together like a small handful of stars.

In the very center stands a star-shaped lollipop, with a small, incomprehensible pattern printed on the wrapper.

He picked up a grape-flavored candy and held it up to the light to examine it. The wrapper shimmered with a delicate luster in the warm yellow light, and the candy inside was round, plump, and translucent.

"Let's pick through each one," Gojo Satoru suddenly said.

Sumi Kichikawa paused for a moment on the side of the cup.

"Just something I put in there."

"You're lying." Gojo Satoru chuckled, his voice soft, with a gentleness he himself didn't realize. "Every single one is so plump, and the wrappers aren't even wrinkled. Doctor, you must have been very careful when you were choosing these."

Sumi Kichikawa did not answer.

But the heat in my ear tips returned.

Gojo Satoru unwrapped the glucose, and the glistening candy looked even more tempting against his beautiful, slender fingers.

He folded the package he had unpacked in two and neatly pressed it between his fingers. Then he put the candy in his mouth, and the sweetness instantly melted on his tongue, with a hint of fruity tartness.

"Delicious," he said, his voice slightly muffled, with a candy in his mouth. "Just as delicious as last time. How do you make this?"

"A friend made it."

"My friend, the doctor, is really good at making things." Gojo Satoru carefully put the lucky bag away, placing it on his lap, his palm gently covering it as if it were something very important. "Can I keep it all?"

"It was originally meant for you."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

When he laughed, the eye patch couldn't hide the genuine joy in his eyes and brows.

The living room was quiet for a while.

A breeze blew in through the window, causing the clothespins on the balcony to gently collide.

The refrigerator emitted a faint hum of electricity, and the warm yellow light in the room shone down, illuminating the unspoken connection between the two of them with a soft yet clear glow.

Gojo Satoru leaned back on the sofa, his fingertips still tracing the crescent moon on the lucky bag, and suddenly chuckled softly.

"doctor."

"Um?"

"We've come this far," he turned to look at Sumire Kichikawa, a hint of amusement and helplessness in his voice, "and I don't even know your name. That's really strange."

Sumire Kikkawa was taken aback.

Then he gave a helpless smile.

indeed.

From their first chance encounter at the convenience store entrance to now sitting on the same sofa drinking water and eating candy, they have exchanged concern, candy, and a quiet afternoon—but they have never exchanged the most basic things.

first name.

"It was my oversight," he said.

"Let's start with the doctor then." Gojo Satoru slung himself back on the sofa, relaxed, chin slightly raised. "Come on, tell me."

Sumire Kawakawa looked at him.

This moment is strange.

It was just a name exchange, but for some reason, he thought of the afternoon sunlight in Tomoeda Town, of Tomoyo's words, "Do you believe in fate?", of his fruitless search all day, and of the person who had finally come into his life.

Sometimes people don't recognize each other the moment they say their names.

Rather, it was through countless brushes, glances back, memories, and concerns before that that fate had already written the beginning for them.

The name is just the last key, gently pushing open the door that has always been slightly ajar.

"Sumi Kawakawa," he said.

Gojo Satoru's lips moved slightly, as if repeating something silently.

"Cheng." He said it a little softer than usual, but the ending syllable carried a natural intimacy, as if the name should have been called that by him. "It sounds beautiful."

Then he raised his hand, pointed at himself with his long, slender fingers, and smiled in a somewhat childlike, yet also somewhat matter-of-fact, manner.

"My name is Gojo Satoru."

That instant.

It was as if something unseen had gently settled.

It wasn't a thunderclap, nor a surging wave. It was simply two stars that had been drifting in their own orbits for a long time, finally hearing each other's true names on an ordinary night.

It was just an ordinary night.

A white-haired man with a graceful figure and a flamboyant smile sat on the sofa, tilting his head and smiling at him. The corners of his mouth gradually turned up, and his azure eyes curved quietly behind his eye mask.

He gently cradled the dark blue lucky bag on his lap with one hand, the silver threads of the moon and stars gleaming faintly under the lamplight.

"Please take care of me from now on, Cheng," he said.

Sumireya Kikkawa smiled and spoke in a low, gentle voice.

"...Yes, please guide me. I understand."

A gentle night breeze blew past the window, and the clothespins on the balcony clicked softly. The warm light from inside cast two shadows close together on the floor.

The little lucky bag embroidered with the moon has finally found its owner.