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

The bedroom was already brightly lit.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the loosely drawn curtains, dappling the floor, while tiny dust particles floated in the air.

Kikawa Sumi slowly opened her eyes in the warm blankets, her consciousness still somewhat hazy from just waking up.

He turned his head instinctively, then paused slightly in surprise.

Beside the bed, Gojo Satoru was sitting in a chair.

He was wearing that conspicuous black uniform, and at that moment he was resting his chin on his hands, quietly watching him.

Good morning, Xiaocheng.

Seeing him wake up, Gojo Satoru's lips curled into a familiar smile, and his voice sounded as light and cheerful as usual.

Kikawa Sumi sat up from the covers, rubbing her still somewhat dazed temples, and keenly sensed a sense of unease.

In their private space, where it was just the two of them, Gojo Satoru never liked wearing an eye mask or sunglasses; he always preferred to stare at him with those unobstructed, azure eyes.

But today, he was wearing an eye patch.

"Good morning, Satoru. Didn't you go to school today?" Sumi Kikawa rubbed her hair.

"Go on." Gojo Satoru stretched, stood up, walked to the bedside and sat down, reaching out to tidy up Sumi Kikawa's slightly messy hair. "I've already finished my morning class and am back. Sumi, you slept too long."

"Is morning class over?"

Kikawa Sumi was stunned for a moment, then quickly reached for her phone on the bedside table.

The screen lit up, displaying the number "11:45", and Sumi Kichikawa's eyes widened suddenly.

Is it already this late?

It's almost noon?!

He actually slept for more than ten hours without waking up even once.

This is simply unbelievable for Sumi Kichikawa, whose daily routine is always so precise.

"I slept for so long..." Sumi Kichikawa sighed in annoyance, then smiled with relief, "Luckily, I was scheduled for the night shift today."

Gojo Satoru, who had been sitting silently on the edge of the bed, suddenly leaned closer.

He braced his hands on the bedsheets on either side of Kikawa Sumi, loosely encircling her in his arms, and said in a half-joking, slightly teasing tone:

"This is the first time I've seen Cheng sleep for so long. Could it be that Cheng was actually scared in the haunted house at the amusement park that day, but kept quiet to save face, and now she's been having nightmares and not sleeping well these past few days, so she's so tired?"

Gojo Satoru leaned very close, their noses almost touching, and said to Kikkawa Sumi, "If that's the case, you must tell me next time, and I'll help you reject all these scary projects~"

Sumi Kichikawa chuckled at his words and shook her head helplessly: "It's not because of that haunted house. I'm a doctor, how could I be scared by something man-made? I'm just really a little sleepy."

"Just tired?" Gojo Satoru's smile faded slightly, and his voice lowered. "Nothing else bothering you?"

Sumi Kichikawa keenly sensed something was amiss.

He raised his head and stared intently at Gojo Satoru.

For some reason, although the person in front of her still had a relaxed smile on his lips and his expression seemed unchanged, through the black cloth, Kikawa Sumi felt that if those pale blue eyes were revealed at this moment, they would be filled with deep worry.

Moreover, with the two so close, Sumi Kichikawa could clearly sense a suppressed, faint restlessness and unease emanating from Satoru Gojo.

In fact, Gojo Satoru was extremely agitated at that moment.

No one knows what he felt when he rushed back to his apartment after finishing his morning class, driven by a strange unease, only to find that Kikawa Sumi was still in the same position as the night before, fast asleep in bed.

He dared not touch her, dared not wake her up, and could only move a chair and sit by the bed like a stubborn guard.

He stared intently at Susumu Kikkawa's chest rising and falling with her breath. During the two-hour wait, Six Eyes constantly checked the vital signs of the person in his arms.

No one could say for sure what kind of terrible violence and panic was churning in his heart at that time, until Sumi Kichikawa finally opened her eyes.

"Enlightenment".

Instead of answering his question, Sumire Kichikawa sighed and reached out to wrap her arms around Satoru Gojo's neck.

He straightened up slightly and pressed Gojo Satoru's head towards himself, so that their foreheads touched.

"I'm fine." Sumi's voice was gentle, soothing Gojo Satoru's unease little by little.

"I don't feel any pain or cold. I just had a long, deep sleep, and I feel much better now. I'm sorry for making you worry."

As he spoke, he gently stroked the short hair at the back of Gosho's neck with his palm: "I'm here, Gosho. I'm not going anywhere."

Under the warmth of Sumire's body and her gentle comfort, Satoru Gojo's tense body finally relaxed a little.

He didn't speak, but simply rested his head heavily on Kikawa Sumi's shoulder, following the soothing touch. He tightened his arms, pulling the other man close.

After a while, Gojo Satoru straightened up again.

He reached out and pinched Sumi's cheek, his tone returning to its usual light and affectionate tone: "Alright, since you've slept until now, Sumi's stomach must be growling with hunger, right? Go wash up, I've made dinner."

"You cooked?" Sumire Kichikawa was genuinely surprised this time.

"That's right! This is a lovingly prepared brunch that I made myself. Sumiko should eat it all with a grateful heart!" Gojou Satoru raised an eyebrow smugly.

"Go quickly, go quickly."

This was the first time Sumire Kikkawa had eaten a meal made by Satoru Gojo, and she was filled with anticipation.

The smile on Gojo Satoru's face vanished completely when he saw Sumi Kichikawa eagerly heading into the bathroom to wash up.

He turned and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

He went to the balcony, took out his phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

"It's me..."

His expression was icy, and his aura was incredibly oppressive.

After washing up, Sumi Kichikawa walked to the restaurant and was in a good mood when she saw the surprisingly good-looking tamagoyaki and miso soup on the table.

This was the first time he had ever eaten a meal cooked by Gojo Satoru himself.

Although the tamagoyaki was a little too sweet for Sumi Kizawa, he found it more delicious than any fancy dish.

After dinner, Sumi Kichikawa rested at home for an afternoon and went to the hospital for her night shift as scheduled.

I don't know if it was because those dozen or so hours of deep sleep really worked, but Kikawa Sumi felt that the heaviness that had been emanating from her bones had been swept away, and she felt much more relaxed.

"It seems that it really was just lack of sleep before," Sumire Kichikawa thought to herself as she sat in her office, flipping through the medical records.

The next few days passed peacefully and warmly, and nothing major happened.

Sumire Kawakawa and Satoru Gojo continue their normal cohabitation.

Although Gojo Satoru's work is still busy, it's much better than the time when he was constantly on his feet. He's able to go home on time every day.

Meanwhile, Sumi Kichikawa's energy gradually recovered completely, her complexion became rosy, and she never experienced that sudden drowsiness again.

After observing quietly for several days and confirming that Sumi Kichikawa was not in any discomfort, Gojo Satoru's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally began to relax.

That afternoon, during her lunch break, Sumi Kikawa called Junpei Yoshino from the hospital corridor to ask about his recent studies.

After chatting for a few minutes, Shunpei's voice sounded somewhat hesitant: "Um... Doctor, actually, Yuujin seems a bit unhappy lately."

"Yujin?" Sumi Kikawa was slightly taken aback. "What happened?"

"Hmm..." Junpei sighed, "Yujin's grandfather's condition seems to have suddenly worsened. He's been going straight to the hospital after school lately."

Upon hearing this, Sumire Kikawa frowned slightly.

Although Hisahito Itadori is usually carefree and like a little sun, he knows that Hisahito's only relative in this world is his grandfather. If his condition worsens, that child will be very sad.

As an elder and a doctor, Sumi Kichikawa was thinking that perhaps she should take some time this weekend to visit Hisahito's grandfather at the hospital in Miyagi Prefecture.

Meanwhile.

Miyagi Prefecture, Sugisawa Third High School.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the campus in an orange-red hue.

Yujin Itadori opened the door of the Stevenson screen, and at the deepest part of the screen lay a square, dusty old wooden box.

"What is this?"

Hisahito Itadori curiously reached out and took out the wooden box.

The wooden box was very light and unlocked.

He gently unfastened the clasp and lifted the lid.

There were no valuables inside, only an old strip of cloth covered with strange runes, tightly wrapped into a ball.

An indescribable, subtly nauseating stench emanated from the cloth bag.

"It looks quite old..." Yuji Itadori poked the stiff cloth bag with his finger and muttered, "Could it be some kind of antique left over from the school?"

He closed the wooden box again and tucked it under his arm.

"Never mind, I'll take it back and show it to Sasaki-senpai and Iguchi-senpai. They'll definitely be interested in this weird stuff."

With that thought in mind, Yuujin Itadori, carrying the wooden box, turned and walked towards the activity room of the Paranormal Phenomena Research Association.