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

A dark blue SUV slowly drove up and came to a steady stop on the side of the road.

The car window rolled down, revealing Kikawa Sumi's gentle and handsome face. He beckoned the three frozen teenagers to get in the car.

Like lost souls, the group awkwardly opened the car door and got in.

The moment the car door closed, an eerie silence fell over the carriage.

Fushiguro Megumi sat in the back seat, his gaze inevitably falling on the interior decorations of the car, and then he fell into a long silence.

If buying a dark blue car was just a coincidence, then the eye-catching "white-furred, blue-eyed" cat cushion on the passenger seat, the matching white cat pendant wearing sunglasses dangling on the rearview mirror, and the transparent glass candy jar on the center console filled with various high-end fruit hard candies... surely that can't all be a coincidence, right?!

Although Kugizaki Nobara didn't know Gojo Satoru as well as Fushiguro Megumi, her female intuition and keen sense of gossip immediately made her realize that something was "off" about the car's interior.

This is no ordinary man's car.

This is clearly a "couple's exclusive vehicle" that has been forcefully invaded and completely surrounded by the presence of another person!

Especially that white cat-shaped cushion with blue eyes, it's practically as if the words "Gojo Satoru's Exclusive Seat" are engraved on it!

The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became extremely quiet. The three usually noisy first-year students huddled in their seats like quails, even their breathing became soft.

Sumi Kichikawa glanced at the three unusually reserved people in the rearview mirror, assuming they were just nervous because it was their first time riding in their teacher's friend's car.

He considerately turned down the volume of the car stereo and asked softly, "Is it a bit hot? Do you need the air conditioning on?"

"No, no need! Thank you, Dr. Kikawa!" Fushiguro Megumi and Nobara shook their heads sharply in unison.

A dozen minutes later, the car smoothly drove into the underground parking garage of a high-end apartment building.

"Please come in, don't be shy, make yourself at home."

With a soft "beep," the fingerprint lock unlocked, and Sumi Kichikawa pushed open the door, turning on the warm-toned ceiling light in the entryway.

A soft orange glow poured down, instantly dispelling the chill of the night, and the warm atmosphere of "home" enveloped us.

Just as Fushiguro Megumi was about to change his shoes, he involuntarily stopped when he saw the slippers under the shoe cabinet.

There were two pairs of identical men's slippers neatly arranged there.

Not only that.

When they changed into guest slippers and followed Sumi Kichikawa into the spacious and cozy living room, the traces of their shared life were displayed before them without reservation or reservation.

On the soft, large beige fabric sofa, there are two cat-shaped cushions, one black and one white, placed on the left and right sides.

The black one sat quietly in the corner, while the white one, clearly frequently used, had been worn and was now flat and deformed.

Two pieces of clothing were casually draped over the back of the sofa.

Fushiguro Megumi immediately recognized one of the items as an extremely expensive haute couture black shirt, which was the kind of clothes Gojo Satoru usually wore.

At this moment, the expensive shirt was intimately intertwined with a soft, homey knit sweater that Sumi Kichikawa often wore, with their sleeves overlapping, exuding an indescribable ambiguity and intimacy.

Turning her head again, Wild Rose's gaze was drawn to the double-door refrigerator next to the open kitchen.

The refrigerator door was covered with various life-themed refrigerator magnets, and in the most conspicuous position, a childish "bear certificate" was magnetically attached, which read "Excellent Temporary Helper: Gojo Satoru".

Next to the certificate was a close-up photo of the two of them.

Below this pile of things, there was a yellow sticky note.

The handwriting above is neat and upright: 【Wu, no sweets after 10 PM.】

Below the note was another line of flowing handwriting, clearly written by Gojo Satoru: 【But if Sumi isn't home, it doesn't mean we've been caught, right? =v=】

Following this arrogant message, someone mercilessly drew a large, ruthless "X" in red pen.

Wild Rose's expression instantly twisted upon seeing this.

"...What kind of kindergarten rule is this?"

Wild Rose was speechless!

"You all sit down for a while and watch TV. I'll go prepare dinner, it'll be ready soon." Sumi Kichikawa was unaware of the shock churning within the students.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, hung his light gray trench coat on the hanger, turned and walked into the open kitchen, where he began to skillfully prepare the ingredients.

"I-I'll help wash the vegetables!" To prevent Fushiguro and Nobara from overthinking in the living room and revealing any more clues, Yuuji Itadori immediately followed them into the kitchen like a little tail in dire need of refuge.

Only Fushiguro Megumi and Kugizaki Nobara remained in the living room.

Wild Rose sat stiffly on the sofa, picked up the crumpled white cat-shaped pillow and squeezed it, feeling its soft texture.

She leaned closer to Fushiguro Megumi, lowered her voice, and said in an extremely complicated tone, "Hey, Fushiguro... why does it feel like Gojo-sensei being in a relationship is both incongruous and... quite fitting?"

Although she always complained that Gojo Satoru was an irresponsible eccentric, when faced with a life-or-death situation, she absolutely acknowledged Gojo Satoru's strength and reliability as a teacher.

She had always thought that someone as powerful as Gojo Satoru should be more distant in real life.

Fushiguro Megumi did not speak.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on an exquisite photo frame next to the TV cabinet.

The background in the photo appears to be a hot spring inn.

Sumi Kikawa, dressed in a dark yukata, turned her head to the side, looking at Satoru Gojo beside her with gentle and focused attention.

In the photo, Gojo Satoru is not wearing his signature black eye patch that seems to isolate him from everything; instead, he is wearing a pair of casual black sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

He tilted his head slightly, leaned towards Sumire Kikkawa, took her hand, and gave the camera an extremely bright and untroubled smile.

That was Gojo Satoru, whose eyebrows, eyes, and hair exuded a sense of casualness, relaxation, and deep dependence.

Fushiguro Megumi gazed quietly at the photograph, her dark green eyes flashing with a complex mix of emotions.

He actually hated the world of sorcery because it was full of scheming and death. It would take away people's lives without explanation and gradually strip them of their emotions.

As for Gojo Satoru, who stands at the pinnacle of the jutsu world, a man who always seems to stand in front of everyone as if nothing can hinder him, he probably doesn't have any so-called "mortal emotions".

But at this moment, these real, intertwined traces of life—that sticky note with a red cross, that photo of someone laughing without any guard—silently proclaimed a fact to him:

In this family, Gojo Satoru was deeply loved and indulged without any limits.

Just then, the aroma of dinner wafted out of the kitchen.

"Click—"

Suddenly, the sound of a fingerprint lock unlocking came from the entryway, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open.

Gojo Satoru's highly recognizable, drawn-out, coquettish voice rang out first in the room.

"I'm back—Xiao Cheng! Those old men picked on me again today! I really admire how they always have a different reason. It's so annoying. I need a hug from Xiao Cheng to feel better—"

Fushiguro Megumi: "..."

Kugizaki Nobara: "..."

In the kitchen, Sumi Kichikawa didn't sense anything amiss.

He poked half his body out of the kitchen, holding a bunch of freshly washed vegetables, and replied gently, "Welcome back, Wu. Go wash your hands first."

"Are we having sukiyaki today? I could smell it in the hallway! Cheng really loves me the most—"

As Gojo Satoru changed into his black slippers, he strode happily into the living room.

The next second, his tall figure froze at the entrance to the living room.

Through his sunglasses, he could clearly see Fushiguro Megumi and Kugizaki Nobara sitting on his sofa with expressions as if they had been struck by lightning, and Itadori Yuuhito holding a peach, frozen like a statue at the kitchen doorway.

The unguarded, radiant smile on Gojo Satoru's face abruptly stopped.

His pale blue eyes behind his sunglasses blinked slowly, very slowly.

"……oops."

Gojo Satoru gently pushed up his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with his long, slender fingers.

His tone was still as light and casual as ever, but anyone could hear that there was a momentary blankness in his mind where he hadn't quite caught up.

He looked at his three students who should have been in the dormitory and asked a question that came to mind from the depths of his soul:

"Why are my lovely students... suddenly appearing at my house?"