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

Not far after leaving the haunted house, Gojo Satoru's steps froze in front of a dreamy cotton candy cart.

His gaze swept past the children in line and fixed intently on the huge, fluffy rainbow cotton candy with seven colors inside the glass display case of the stroller, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

"Sumi..." Gojo Satoru turned his head, drawing out his words, his pale blue eyes peeking out from above his sunglasses, looking longingly at Sumi Kikawa.

Following his gaze, Kikawa Sumi frowned slightly, immediately adopting the professional demeanor of a doctor and the authority of a patriarch:

"No. Have you forgotten what you promised me before you left? You've already eaten three puddings and two cream puffs today, and you even drank two cups of milk tea on the way here. You can't continue."

"don't want--"

Gojo Satoru immediately launched his charm offensive.

"But that cotton candy comes in seven colors! Seven colors! And it's a theme park exclusive!" Gojo Satoru's voice was incredibly soft.

Not only did he not give up, but he turned to face Kikawa Sumi, took advantage of his height and bent down slightly. He grabbed Kikawa Sumi's shirt cuff with one hand and tugged at it gently like a child begging for candy, tilting his head slightly to reveal his eyes.

Despite his tall stature, these movements not only didn't seem out of place but were actually quite skillful.

"Xiao Cheng, Cheng... Doctor... can we just buy one? I promise, this is the last dessert for today!"

As he spoke, he moved even closer.

Those six eyes, once hailed as a miracle, now completely lost all their sharpness, leaving only clear, hopeful pleading.

He has now completely mastered how to manipulate Sumi Kichikawa.

"...You can only buy one." Sumire looked at him helplessly, her tone full of indulgence, "And you're not allowed to finish it all by yourself."

"Yay! Xiaocheng is the best!"

Gojo Satoru instantly revived, cheered, and turned to stride off to join the queue.

A moment later, he ran back holding a rainbow cotton candy that was a whole size bigger than his head.

Surprisingly, this man, who is usually extremely possessive of his food, actually kept his promise this time.

He first tore off a large piece of pink cotton candy and held it to Sumi Kichikawa's lips, watching him eat it with his ears turning slightly red; then he generously tore off two more pieces and gave them to Itajō and Junpei, who were watching eagerly from the side.

With a sweet marshmallow dangling from his lips, Itajō watched Wōjō Satoru, who was eating and trying to feed the blue part to Kikawa Sumi, and a strange thought suddenly popped into his head:

Mr. Gojo, who was being kept under control, actually looked...so happy.

As night falls, the neon lights in the amusement park illuminate one after another, decorating the entire park in a dreamlike way.

Their last stop on this trip was the giant Ferris wheel in the center of the park.

The four entered the same carriage. Sumire Kichikawa and Satoru Gojo sat on one side, while Itadori and Junpei sat opposite.

As the gears turned, the car began to slowly and steadily ascend into the sky.

The noise from the amusement park was shut out by the thick glass windows. In the cramped space, only the soft breathing of each other and the faint hum of the machinery could be heard.

When the car reached its highest point, Gojo Satoru, who had been chattering like a hyperactive child, suddenly fell silent.

He stopped trying to talk to Sumi Kichikawa, instead resting his chin on his hand, turning his head to gaze quietly out the window.

Looking down from here, the entire Tokyo night view unfolds before your eyes. Countless lights resemble a dazzling starry net spread across the land, with cars flowing like a river and dappled light and shadow.

Against the backdrop of countless lights, Gojo Satoru's profile, which always carried a nonchalant smile, now revealed an indescribable loneliness and profundity.

That is the perspective of "gods," looking down upon all living beings, yet remaining detached from them.

Sumi Kichikawa keenly noticed the change in his emotions.

He turned his head, his gaze gently tracing the profile of Gojo Satoru outlined by the neon lights.

Then, Sumi Kikawa reached out and gently pressed the back of her cool hand against the back of Satoru Gojo's hand, speaking very softly, as if afraid of disturbing something:

Are you tired?

Feeling the warmth on the back of his hand, Gojo Satoru turned his head away.

He looked into Kikawa Sumi's phoenix eyes, which always seemed to embrace him completely, and the deep emotions in those eyes melted away like ice and snow.

Instead of sitting up straight, he leaned his body weight and rested his fluffy white head heavily, yet with a sense of security, on Sumire Kichikawa's shoulder.

"no."

Gojo Satoru's voice was low, with a rare, hoarse tone and sincerity that had shed all pretense.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the reassuring fir scent emanating from Kikawa Sumi, like a traveler who had finally found his home.

"I just feel...it's really nice this way."

In this small and enclosed high-altitude cabin, there are no heavy responsibilities weighing on his shoulders, only the dazzling fireworks outside the window, and the person beside him who is willing to hold his hand, let him eat candy, and tolerate all his whims.

After a brief pause, Gojo Satoru reopened his eyes.

He turned his head slightly, resting his chin on Kikawa Sumi's shoulder, looking at the handsome face so close to his, and a gentle smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"I've seen the Tokyo night view many times before," Gojo Satoru murmured softly, his eyes so tender they seemed to drown you.

"But I only realized today... the scenery I saw with Xiaocheng was definitely different."

Because of you, this worldly life finally has a warmth that belongs to me.

Sitting opposite them, Itadori and Junpei tactfully stopped talking the moment Gojo Satoru leaned towards Sumirei.

The two boys turned their heads in perfect unison, pretending to be completely absorbed in admiring the night view outside the window, leaving this small space entirely to the two of them.

But Hisahito Itadori couldn't resist and secretly peeked at it through the reflection in the glass window.

In the reflection, he saw the man who was always carefree and unrestrained, as if nothing could stop him.

She was leaning against Dr. Xiaocheng's shoulder without any guard up. Her profile, which was usually full of playfulness and arrogance, looked surprisingly peaceful and serene under the dim overhead light.