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

The room was deathly silent.

After a long while, the boy, who had been keeping his head down and remaining silent, slowly raised his head.

To Gojo Satoru's surprise, there was no fear of death or hysterical breakdown in those amber eyes, only an almost calm and composed tranquility.

"Before my grandfather passed away, he told me that I was very strong and that I should go and save people."

Hisahito Itadori's voice wasn't loud, but it was unusually hoarse and firm.

"If this is something only I can do... then let me eat all my fingers."

He accepted this absurd and cruel fate.

Gojo Satoru looked at him, a complex admiration flashing in his eyes.

He was about to say "Welcome to the college" when he saw Hisahito Itadori's originally resolute expression suddenly falter, becoming somewhat hesitant and flustered.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then cautiously began, "Um... Mr. Gojo..."

He paused, as if afraid of disturbing something, and lowered his voice: "About the cursed spirit, and about my death sentence... does Dr. Qichuan know?"

Gojo Satoru's confident and composed aura suddenly froze.

He didn't answer immediately, but lowered his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids.

Those six pale blue eyes gleamed with complex light in the dim light.

He knew better than anyone that Sumi Kichikawa was no ordinary person.

Xiao Cheng possesses an almost miraculous ability that even the Six-Eyed One cannot fully see through.

But so what?

According to Gojo Satoru, Kosumi herself knew nothing about any of this.

Perhaps in Xiaocheng's mind, she is just an ordinary doctor who works hard every day to treat and save lives.

He would smile for the recovery of his patients and grieve for the passing of their lives. He lived in a world filled with sunshine, the smell of disinfectant, and pure kindness.

He stood up and walked over to Hisahito Itadori.

His tall figure blocked the faint light, completely enveloping the boy in his shadow.

"He doesn't know."

Gojo Satoru's voice lowered, shedding all its frivolity and carrying an undeniable gravity.

He bent down slightly, placing his hands on the armrests of the cane chair, his bright eyes intently watching the boy.

"Yujin, Sumi... his situation is a bit special." Gojo Satoru spoke slowly, each word seeming to have been carefully considered.

"He's not an ordinary person, but he doesn't realize it. In his mind, he's just an ordinary doctor."

Yuji Itadori was stunned, staring blankly at Satoru Gojo, who was standing right in front of him.

"He's very gentle, isn't he?" A soft smile curved Gojo Satoru's lips.

"He's living a normal life earnestly, and his world is very clean. I don't want to disrupt his daily routine, and I especially don't want the world of sorcery, or that troublesome guy in you, to disturb him."

"So, I'm begging you."

This once arrogant sorcerer, however, spoke in an almost egalitarian, pleading tone, like that between men:

"I will arrange for you to transfer to the Jujutsu High School in Tokyo. When you meet again, we will tell him that you transferred to Tokyo because you wanted a change of environment after your grandfather passed away."

Gojo Goshin stood up, bowing slightly to Hisahito Itadori: "Can you help me cover up this lie, Hisahito?"

Knotweed Hisahito looked up at Gojo Satoru.

He could clearly sense the unreserved cherishment and the obsessive care he took to protect that "ordinary" quality in the powerful man in front of him when he mentioned "Xiao Cheng".

Having also experienced loss, Hisahito Itadori understands this feeling of wanting to protect someone better than anyone else.

"Oh!" Yuuji Itadori took a deep breath, nodded solemnly, and gave a bright smile, just like always.

"I understand! I will work with Mr. Gojo to protect Dr. Kikawa's world!"

A few days later, in Tokyo, at Sumi Kikawa's apartment.

The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm, shimmering gold across the carpet. The room was filled with the subtle aroma of black tea and the sweet scent of peaches.

"I never expected that Hisahito would not only transfer to a school in Tokyo, but also coincidentally be assigned to Satoru's class."

Sumi Kichikawa placed the sliced ​​peaches on the coffee table.

Today he wore a soft beige knit sweater with the neckline slightly open, revealing a small patch of his fair and delicate collarbone.

His gentle gaze fell on the pink-haired boy sitting on the sofa, wearing a brand-new black uniform.

"Shunpei told me before that your grandfather was sick, and I was thinking of going to Miyagi Prefecture this weekend to visit you..." Sumi Kikawa sat down on the single sofa, her voice soft.

"My condolences, Hishito."

Yuji Itadori held the warm teacup in both hands, feeling the long-lost care of an elder, and his eyes couldn't help but well up with tears.

He instinctively straightened his back and flashed a bright, untroubled smile: "Thank you, Dr. Kikawa! Actually, I was quite surprised myself; I never expected Gojo-sensei to be a teacher!"

Wu You, sitting on the other side of the sofa, crossed his long legs in a languid posture.

"Yeah, yeah, I was startled too." Gojo Satoru rested his chin on his hand, his eyes behind his sunglasses curving slightly, and replied in a flippant tone.

"But now that you've become my student, I'll be very strict with you from now on, Hisahito~"

"I'll do my best!" Itadori answered loudly, stuffing a large piece of peach into his mouth and mumbling indistinctly, "Mmm! So sweet! Dr. Kosumi's peaches are really delicious!"

"If you like it, come often." Sumire was amused by his ravenous eating, a gentle light appearing in her eyes.

"If you ever feel bored at school or miss home, feel free to come back with Satoru anytime. This is your home in Tokyo."

"good!!"

The atmosphere in the living room was warm and harmonious, with sunlight filling every corner and dispelling all the gloom.

However, in the brief moment when Sumi Kichikawa got up to go to the kitchen to get some tissues...

Yuji Itadori secretly raised his eyes and looked at Satoru Gojo, who was sitting opposite him.

Gojo Satoru maintained his languid posture, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips.

But the moment their eyes met, behind those dark sunglasses, the two exchanged a knowing look that only they could understand.

Under the pure white sunlight, enveloped by the gentleness of Sumi Kichikawa.

Together they kept their mouths shut, burying that heavy, bloody, and doomed secret deep in an abyss unknown to anyone.