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

After a half-day of intensive basic training, the three first-year students were strolling through the bustling streets of Harajuku.

The setting sun painted the sky a brilliant orange-red, and the neon signs along the street began to light up one after another.

"So, since we're in Harajuku, of course we have to eat crepes and sushi!"

Kugizaki Nobara walked at the front, hands on her hips, chin slightly raised, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone, even the shopping bags she was carrying swayed smugly with her movements.

"Uh—but I really want to eat ramen. I heard that new tonkotsu ramen place is amazing! Sushi just doesn't fill me up!"

Hisahito Itadori, rubbing his shrunken belly, argued with a bitter expression.

"Besides, we just finished physical training and desperately need some carbohydrates to soothe us!"

Walking at the very back, Fushiguro Megumi stood with her hands in her uniform pockets, her cold green eyes sweeping over the two noisy classmates ahead of her, who seemed to have inexhaustible energy. She sighed deeply.

"Let's grab something to eat and hurry back to the vocational college. I just want to go back and take a shower."

Just as the three were arguing over where to have dinner, and Wild Rose was about to grab Tiger Stick by the collar to physically persuade him, a gentle and clear voice pierced through the noise of the street and landed lightly in their ears.

"Hisuhito?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it had a strange sense of calm.

Yuji Itadori was jolted, as if a pause button had been pressed, and he turned around abruptly.

Less than five meters away from them stood a young man wearing a light gray trench coat.

He was carrying an eco-friendly bag with the logo of a nearby fresh food supermarket printed on it, and a few strands of soft black hair were slightly lifted by the evening breeze.

The warm light of the setting sun fell on his fair and handsome face, giving him a fuzzy, almost unreal warm glow.

Even in the crowded streets of Harajuku, where strange costumes are commonplace, the young man's clean, gentle, and almost untouched-by-the-world quality still made him stand out.

"Dr.... Dr. Shigawa!"

Urajima's eyes widened instantly, his pupils dilating violently.

His mind immediately and uncontrollably echoed Gojo Satoru's earlier instructions—

"We absolutely mustn't let Xiaocheng know about the world of sorcery!"

"And we absolutely cannot let those rotten oranges and troublesome things from the vocational high school bother him, understand, Hisahito?"

"It really is you. I thought I had mistaken you for someone else." Kikawa Sumi slightly curved her beautiful phoenix eyes, a gentle smile spreading across them.

He strode over, his gaze passing over the stiff Tiger Cane and naturally landing on Fushiguro Megumi and Kugizaki Nobara not far away.

Looking at their similar dark-colored college uniforms and the iconic swirling buttons, Sumire Kikawa smiled knowingly: "These two, are they your classmates?"

"Ah! That! Yes! We just happened to be passing by!"

Tiger Rod was sweating profusely. He rushed forward, spreading his arms like a mother hen protecting her chicks, and grabbed the arms of Fu Hei and Wild Rose who had just walked over, trying to quickly change the subject.

"Dr. Kikawa, did you just get off work? You must be exhausted! We won't bother you on your way home, we're going to get some ramen now! Bye!"

Seeing Itajimaru's panicked expression, as if he wanted to disappear on the spot and had seen a ghost, Fushiguro Megumi frowned slightly, keenly sensing that something was wrong.

Wild Rose, looking suspicious, grabbed Tiger Stick's collar and forcefully pulled the pink dog back as it tried to escape.

"Hey, Itadori, why are you running? Who's this?"

As Sumire Kichikawa watched their energetic interaction, she couldn't help but chuckle.

He didn't mind Itachi's lapse in composure, simply assuming it was the restraint of a high school student in front of an elder.

"Hello, I'm Sumi Kichikawa." The young man nodded slightly, his voice carrying a polite and friendly tone that was like a gentle breeze.

He carefully examined the two men's black uniforms, his smile deepening, and his tone naturally took on a gentle, elder-like quality.

"Since he's Hisahito's classmate... then he must be Satoru's student, right?"

悟？

Megumi Fushiguro and Nobara exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

In this world, there are very few people who dare to call Gojo Satoru by his name in such an intimate and unguarded tone.

Moreover, the person in front of him was so clean that he looked like an ordinary, normal person.

"Ah...yes, we're classmates." Yuujin Itadori nodded frantically in embarrassment, trying to send a distress signal to his two companions with his eyes: "Don't ask anything."

Although somewhat confused, the two politely walked over due to an inexplicable fondness for the young man in front of them.

"Hello, I am Fushiguro Megumi."

"Nobara Kugizaki. Nice to meet you."

"Hello?" Sumi Kikawa greeted them with a smile, then asked, "How's Satoru doing at school lately?"

The young man's brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of worry appeared in his clear, dark eyes.

"He seems to be very busy lately and doesn't talk to me about work much. I'm a little worried that he might be too tired."

"N-no, nothing!" Itadori chuckled dryly, bracing himself for the intense gazes from behind that seemed to burn his back, and answered, "Gojo-sensei is... in great shape today! Super energetic!!"

Kikawa Sumi nodded, and when he mentioned Gojo Satoru, a gentle smile naturally appeared in his warm eyes.

"Wu is usually very busy with his schedule and also has to take care of things at school, so it's inevitable that he'll be a little overwhelmed."

Kikawa Sumi's tone revealed undisguised heartache and indulgence. He looked at the three boys and earnestly gave them his instructions.

"If he doesn't take good care of you at school or acts childishly, please be understanding. He actually cares about you a lot."

Fushiguro Megumi: "..."

Kugizaki Nobara: "..."

What is that?

Too busy? Overwhelmed? Having a childish temper?!

Who exactly is this person?

Why use such overly sentimental words to explain Gojo Satoru's situation?

"Hahaha! Yeah! Gojo-sensei is super responsible!" Itadori Yuuji quickly broke the awkward silence with a loud, dry laugh, trying to forcefully steer the conversation back on track.

"Dr. Qichuan, what are you doing here? Don't you have to work today? Haha, the weather is so nice today!"

Sumire Kisakawa was amused by Itadori's abrupt change of topic, but he didn't delve into the boys' odd behavior, simply going along with it gently:

"I just finished my afternoon clinic and stopped by the supermarket to buy some things. Are you planning to go out for dinner?"

He waved the eco-friendly bag in his hand, inside which fresh Wagyu beef and vegetables were faintly visible.

"If you don't mind, I just happened to prepare some ingredients for sukiyaki today. I bought a bit too much. Would you like to come over and eat together? Wu also said he would be going home early today, so we can eat together."

"Huh?!" Itadori was so startled that his ahoge stood on end. Go to Dr. Kikawa's house?

With Gojo-sensei?!

He doesn't want to!

He was about to wave his hand in refusal, but Sumi Kichikawa had already turned around naturally.

"I'll go to the parking lot ahead and get the car. You guys wait here for me a bit." Sumi Kichikawa turned around and gave them a reassuring smile. "Sukiyaki should be more energizing than ramen or crepes, right?"

Only when that light gray figure completely disappeared around the corner did Itsuki shiver violently as the cold wind blew through the street.

"Feed. Japanese knotweed."

A voice came from behind.

Wild Rose crossed her arms, her eyes sharp as knives, staring intently at the pink-haired boy who was sweating profusely: "Who is that person? Why did he speak of Gojo-sensei in that tone?"

Although Fushiguro Megumi didn't speak, he stared quietly at Itadori.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, quietly waiting for an explanation.

"That... he's a kind older brother in pediatrics who took good care of me! Haha... I met him at the hospital before..." Itari was still struggling, trying to put up a last resistance.

"Three seconds." Wild Rose coldly held up three fingers. "Three."

"No, let me explain..."

"two."

"You really can't just say things like that!!"

"Fu Hei, unleash the Jade Dog to bite him."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell the truth!!!"

With resignation, Itachi covered his face and squatted on the ground in despair.

He glanced around furtively, like a thief, then pulled Fu Hei and Wild Rose closer, lowered his voice, and spoke rapidly in an almost pleading tone:

"Dr. Kikawa is a pediatrician at Tokyo Metropolitan Hospital, and also... and also Ms. Gojo's boyfriend. But most importantly, he's a completely ordinary person! He has no idea about cursed power, cursed spirits, or the existence of the cursed arts world! Ms. Gojo has been keeping this from him! So please, please don't let anything slip later, please!!!"

"..."

"..."

The hustle and bustle of Harajuku, the honking of cars, and the laughter of passersby all seemed to fade away from Fushiguro Megumi and Kugizaki Nobara's ears at that moment.

The two stood frozen in place, their pupils slowly dilating, their facial features almost out of control in extreme shock.

Their brains seemed to have crashed, with only those few words playing on an endless loop.

"Male..." Wild Rose swallowed hard, her voice trembling.

"...Boyfriend?" Fushiguro Megumi's worldview shattered at that moment.

This world has gone mad after all.