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

They arrived at a park where a summer festival was being held.

The festival was bustling with activity, and both sides were lined with all sorts of food stalls and game booths.

As he walked, Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped in front of a ring toss stall.

Through his sunglasses, his gaze was fixed on the prize at the very back of the stall, the one that was also the hardest to win—a huge, fluffy, and soft black cat doll that was almost half a person's height.

The black cat had a pair of round, glassy eyes, a gentle expression, and gently cradled a small moon in its arms.

Gojo Satoru immediately thought of the white cat pillow at home and thought that this one could be paired with the one at home.

"Uncle, give me ten laps." Gojo Satoru excitedly pulled out his wallet.

The stall owner smiled and handed over a plastic ring: "Sir, that black cat at the very back is really hard to catch. No one has been able to take it home today."

"Then he must be waiting for me to take him away." Gojo Satoru confidently tossed the plastic ring in his hand.

He didn't even bother with any particular posture; he just tossed it casually.

A soft "snap" sound.

The red plastic ring traced a precise parabola in the air and landed steadily on the doll's ear.

"Oh my gosh! It's amazing!" A little boy watching nearby exclaimed in surprise.

The stall owner was also stunned, and with a wry smile, he took out the huge doll.

Not only did Gojo Satoru win the grand prize himself, but he also used the remaining rings to help the amazed little boy next to him win a Kamen Rider figure, prompting the boy to bow repeatedly in gratitude.

Gojo Satoru, holding the large black cat plush toy in one arm, turned around and strode quickly to Sumi Kichikawa, like a child who had won a battle.

"Xiao Cheng, look!"

He brought the black cat closer to Sumire Kichikawa, its pale blue eyes peeking out from above its sunglasses, staring intently at Sumire Kichikawa, as if an invisible tail was wagging wildly behind it.

"I found a friend for my cat!"

Sumi Kichikawa looked at the "big white cat" in front of her holding a "big black cat" and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hmm, very impressive." Sumi Kichikawa praised him softly, going along with his wishes.

However, Gojo Satoru did not show any satisfaction. He slightly pursed his lips, moved the doll to the side, and brought his delicate face even closer.

"That's it?" Gojo Satoru drawled, his tone clearly showing dissatisfaction. "I got the hardest one, don't you think? Isn't there any special reward?"

His unreasonable and coquettish manner made the smile in Kikawa Sumi's eyes deepen.

The area was filled with bustling crowds, but Sumi Kichikawa seemed to be unable to see anything.

He sighed helplessly, then reached out and gently touched Gojo Satoru's wonderfully soft white hair.

He gently rubbed the hair, following its natural texture.

"Satoru is amazing." Sumire looked into his eyes, her voice as soft as a feather brushing against Satoru's heart. "The most amazing."

Miraculously, the strongest sorcerer, who had been relentlessly arguing just moments before, was instantly soothed after feeling the gentle touch on his head and hearing the indulgent praise.

Like a cat whose fur has been stroked, Gojo Satoru squinted comfortably, the corners of his mouth widening until he finally revealed a satisfied smile.

He hugged the black cat plush toy again, and confidently took Sumi Kichikawa's hand: "Let's go get some shaved ice!"

Following behind them, Huzhang and Shunping witnessed the entire scene.

Itadori leaned close to Junpei's ear, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered, "See? I told you Mr. Gojo was weird. Every time he does something, he has to be praised by Dr. Kikawa himself before he's satisfied."

Shunping looked at the tall, somewhat clingy white figure in front of him and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Hmm..." Shunping said softly, his tone gentle, "It feels... just like a little kid."

Haunted houses at amusement parks have always been a staple of summer festivals.

This abandoned hospital-themed haunted house, which is said to have the "highest terror index in the Kanto region," has its air conditioning blasting.

The stark white flashing lights, combined with the faint, mournful cries coming from the speakers, created an atmosphere of terror that was both intense and palpable in the confined space.

However, for Gojo Satoru, who possesses "six eyes" and treats even the ugliest and most twisted special-grade cursed spirits like a football, it was like watching a low-quality children's stage play.

Walking down the dimly lit and cramped corridor, around a corner ahead, a nurse with a face covered in blood and wearing a tattered uniform suddenly lunged out from behind a hidden door, accompanied by a piercing scream.

"Whoa—!"

Surprisingly, the scream came not from Itajō or Junpei who were walking in front, but from the strongest sorcerer who was over 1.9 meters tall and following behind.

Gojo Satoru let out an extremely exaggerated, soulless cry of surprise, and then, like a white iron tower collapsing with a crash, he fell precisely and solidly into the arms of Sumi Kisakawa beside him.

"How scary, Cheng—"

Taking advantage of his height, he deliberately curled himself into a large ball, resting his chin firmly in the crook of Kikawa Sumi's neck.

Warm breath sprayed onto the sensitive skin behind Kichikawa Sumi's ear, and the fluffy white head was still deliberately rubbing against her, as if it was really trembling with fear.

If you ignore the slight tremor in his chest from suppressing laughter, and his strikingly bright blue eyes in the darkness, he really does look like a terrified ordinary tourist.

Kikawa Sumi was knocked back half a step by him, her back hitting the cold wall.

In the darkness, he lowered his eyes helplessly.

The body in his arms showed no tension or fear, but rather a mischievous pleasure, its scalding heat radiating through the thin summer clothes.

This person doesn't even put in a little sincerity in their acting.

Even though she saw through the big white cat's clumsy acting at a glance, Sumi Kichikawa did not push him away.

Amidst the chilling background sound effects, Sumi Kichikawa sighed silently in his heart. Then, he slowly raised his hand and accurately found Gojo Satoru's hand hanging by his side in the darkness.

Cool fingertips gently pry open each other's fingers, and then, their fingers intertwine.

He whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The moment their palms touched, Gojo Satoru's rubbing against his neck abruptly stopped.

The next second, the large hand took the initiative and tightened, firmly enveloping Sumi Kichikawa's hand in its palm.

Yujin Itadori and Junpei Yoshino, who were walking ahead, turned around and saw this scene just in time to see it through the dim green emergency exit indicator light.

Itadori covered his mouth tightly, desperately swallowing back the words, "Mr. Gojo, you're such a fake."

Shunping blushed and turned his head away somewhat embarrassedly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up wildly.

Ten minutes later, the group finally emerged from the exit of the haunted house and saw the light of day again.

The lingering warmth of late summer evening swept over us, dispelling the chill in the haunted house.

Instead of letting go, Gojo Satoru proudly held onto Kikkawa Sumi's hand and blatantly waved it in front of the two boys.

Declaring with righteous indignation: See? I was protected and led out by Dr. Xiaocheng.

Kikawa Sumi let him lead her, a indulgent smile playing on her lips.