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

The next day, in the evening.

The moment Gojo Satoru pushed open the apartment door, a strong aroma of curry wafted out, forcefully dispelling the chill that had settled on him.

"Xiao Cheng! Xiao Cheng! Xiao Cheng——"

Before Gojo Satoru could even change his shoes, he strode into the living room like a large Maine Coon cat that had found its way back by following its scent.

As soon as Sumiki Kawakawa turned down the stove and came out of the kitchen, before she could even speak, she was bumped into by a tall, warm body.

Gojo Satoru unceremoniously pressed all his weight down on him, his arms tightly gripping his waist.

The familiar body temperature and the faint aroma of sweets enveloped Sumi Kikawa.

He didn't even take a step back, naturally raising his hand to catch the cuddling cat, his palm then gently patting Gojo Satoru's back through the thin fabric.

"Welcome back." Sumi Kichikawa's voice was so gentle it could melt water. "Was the journey tiring?"

"Tired." Gojo Satoru rested his chin heavily on Sumire's shoulder without hesitation, his fluffy white hair brushing against the man's neck, and he whined in a long, sticky voice.

"I'm extremely tired... so I need Xiaocheng to help me recharge now."

As he spoke, he even turned his head to the side with a self-righteous air, sniffing and rubbing against the sensitive skin on Kikawa Sumi's neck like a puppy.

Sumi Kikawa felt a ticklish sensation from his rubbing, tilted her head slightly, but her eyes were full of unyielding indulgence: "So, what does Gojo-sensei want me to do?"

"Hold me for five minutes first," Gojo Satoru requested earnestly, "and then give me a kiss."

Kikawa Sumi chuckled, a low thud emanating from her chest.

He turned his head slightly and gently kissed the other person's soft hair.

Is this enough?

"Not enough." Gojo Satoru immediately raised his head, his face very close. Even through the black eye patch, Sumi Kikawa could feel that burning gaze.

Gojo Satoru pointed to his lips, stating confidently, "I want this too."

Sumire Kichikawa stared at him quietly for two seconds.

Then, he raised his hands, cupped the young man's slender yet well-defined jawline, lowered his head slightly, kissed his eyes through the blindfold, and then exchanged a tender kiss with the person in his arms.

Gojo Satoru was clearly charmed by this, and a huge smile immediately appeared on his lips as he tightened his grip on the person he was holding: "I knew Sumi liked me the most."

"Alright, go change your shoes and wash your hands first." Sumire Kichikawa reached out and ruffled the back of his head. "Dinner will be ready soon, go wait at the table."

"Alright—" Gojo Satoru finally got off him. Before turning around, he reluctantly hooked his fingertips around Sumire's palm before dragging himself toward the entrance.

The atmosphere at dinner was warm and harmonious.

While eating curry in large mouthfuls, Gojo Satoru complained in a drawn-out tone about how troublesome the business trip was and how terrible the bento he bought was.

Although the content was still vague, Sumi Kichikawa did not press him for details. She simply occasionally chimed in with a few gentle words and casually pushed the warm barley tea to his side.

After the meal, the dishes were cleared away, and night had completely fallen.

Gojo Satoru was sprawled on the living room sofa as usual, looking completely listless and spineless.

His two long legs, which seemed to have nowhere to go, were casually stretched out, and his whole being exuded a lazy sense of satisfaction.

When Sumire Kichikawa came out of the study, she was carrying a delicate little wooden box.

He walked over to the sofa, sat down, and handed the box over: "This is for you."

Gojo Satoru blinked, sat up slightly on the sofa, and asked with some surprise, "Hmm? A gift?"

"I guess so." Kikawa Sumi's expression was natural, revealing not a trace of emotion.

"You mentioned before that the children seem to be under a lot of pressure lately. I didn't think I could help much, so I made a few amulets for them. They may not be useful, but they're just a small token of my appreciation."

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and gently opened the box lid.

Inside, four handmade amulets were neatly arranged.

The colors are all different, and the stitches are fine and beautiful.

The orange one is embroidered with a small sun, the lines are simple yet full of vitality; the dark green one is embroidered with a quiet little dog; the light pink one is embroidered with a flower, the petals are neat and have a touch of playfulness.

As Gojo Satoru watched, the usual playful smile in his eyes softened unconsciously.

His Xiao Cheng always loved him so tenderly, extending that love to everything he cared about.

Then, his gaze fell on the fourth amulet at the very edge.

The background is deep blue, with crescent moons and stars embroidered in fine silver thread.

The style was almost identical to the lucky bag that Sumi Kichikawa gave him when they first met.

Gojo Satoru's heart skipped a beat.

He reached out and carefully picked up the star and moon amulet, his voice unconsciously softening: "This... is mine?"

"Mmm." Sumi Kikawa turned her head to look at him, a beautiful smile curving her lips slightly.

"Things should be given to Satoru in a special way."

Gojo Satoru's heart softened at those words, and just as he was about to say something more, he saw Kikawa Sumi extend her hand to him.

"Shall I put it on for you?"

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then handed over the amulet and bowed his head obediently.

Sumi Kichikawa went around to his back.

The white-haired youth had a long, beautiful neck, and his skin had a cold, pale color.

With his eyes lowered and his expression focused, Kikawa Sumi carefully tied a tight knot on the dark blue amulet with star and moon patterns.

Finally, Sumire Kichikawa raised her hand from behind, half-encircling the person in her arms, and gently pressed her warm fingertips on the amulet.

"You take good care of yourself too," he said softly.

Gojo Satoru subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the amulet on his chest.

He could clearly see that there was indeed an extremely faint abnormal fluctuation lingering on that small piece of cloth.

It was absolutely not any kind of magical power he was familiar with; it contained no trace of impure negative emotions, nor any aggressiveness.

It is mild, stable, and excessively clean.

It was radiating a comforting warmth, even soothing the fatigue he had caused from the constant influx of information from Six Eyes.

Gojo Satoru's eyelashes trembled violently.

But in the end, he didn't ask anything.

He didn't inquire about the source of this energy. He simply stretched out a hand and slowly covered it, pressing his palm against the amulet and holding it a little tighter.

"I'll be fine." Gojo Satoru turned his head to look at Sumire Kichikawa, a big smile spreading across his face, his voice light and sweet.

"Because this is a life-saving charm that Xiaocheng gave me."

Sumire Kikkawa was amused by him, and the complex emotions in her eyes quietly disappeared: "You're talking nonsense again."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Gojo Satoru leaned towards him, his tall body squeezing into Sumire's territory, their shoulders touching.

He deliberately lowered his voice, making it soft and drawn out.

"Now I have a limited edition amulet made by my family."

After he finished speaking, he deliberately held up the star and moon amulet and waved it in front of Sumireki Kichikawa.

As Kikawa Sumi looked at his smug expression, like a child who had just received candy, the heavy heartache she had felt because of everything that had happened that night melted away without her realizing it.

He lowered his head and placed a restrained and gentle kiss on the white-haired youth's forehead.

However, this light kiss was clearly not enough to satisfy a certain big cat.

Gojo Satoru immediately pressed his advantage, raising his face and asking in an undisguised tone, "One kiss here isn't enough, is it?"

Kikawa Sumi raised an eyebrow slightly, her voice lower and hoarse: "So what do you want?"

"One more time," Gojo Satoru blinked, speaking with self-righteousness, "and the mouth too."

Sikawa Cheng laughed.

He didn't refuse, but instead half-embraced the person in his arms, lowered his head, and pressed his lips against those two warm lips again.

What was originally intended as a brief act of comfort quickly turned into a passionate embrace the moment their lips touched.

He suddenly sat up straight and leaned over, pressing Kikawa Sumi against the back of the sofa.

Kikawa Sumi opened her arms and hugged the person tightly.

The young man's long legs forcefully squeezed between his own, his knees intentionally or unintentionally brushing against the sensitive edge of the fabric, bringing a chilling friction sensation.

Gojo Satoru gripped the back of Kikkawa Sumi's head tightly with one hand, giving him no room to back down; while Kikkawa Sumi's hand slid down the man's waistline and went directly into the hem of his loungewear.

The warm, rough palm pressed against the firm skin of his waist, causing Gojo Satoru to instinctively flinch, but he did not dodge, instead becoming more proactive.

When the kiss ended, both of them were panting heavily.

Gojo Satoru did not back away, but buried his face in the side of Kikkawa Sumi's neck.

He opened his mouth and gently bit that fragile piece of flesh.

"What should we do, Sumi..." Gojo Satoru whispered in Sumi's ear, his hot breath spraying into the man's neck.

His low, husky voice carried an undisguised, intense desire and a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"Now, I don't want to go to work at all."

Kikawa Sumi was aroused by his teasing, and a deep darkness settled in her eyes.

He raised his hand, his slender fingers running through Gojo's soft white hair, gently stroking it.

"That won't do." Sumi Kichikawa's voice was much lower than usual, with a hint of hoarseness.

"The students are still waiting for Mr. Gojo."

"But Ms. Gojo wants to stay home with her boyfriend," Gojo Satoru complained, burying his head even deeper and nudging Sumi Kikawa with his head in frustration.

Sumi Kichikawa chuckled lightly, dodged slightly, and whispered:

"Then let's go on strike secretly."

"Sumiko is covering for me?" Gojo Satoru asked sullenly.

"Mm," Sumi Kichikawa replied calmly.

The next second, he suddenly flipped over and pinned Gojo Gohan down on the large sofa.

He looked down at his lover, who was pinned beneath him, his eyes dark and menacing. He lowered his head and bit down hard on Gojo Satoru's lips, saying in a muffled but firm voice:

I will hide you away secretly, so that no one can find you.

Gojo Satoru let out a pleasant chuckle, and his legs naturally wrapped around Kikawa Sumi's waist.

He rested his chin back on Sumire's shoulder with great satisfaction, finally sinking into this indulgence that belonged only to them.

The next day, Tokyo Metropolitan Higher Specialized School of Jujutsu.

In the first-grade classroom, sunlight streamed through the windows and fell on the desks.

Yuji Itadori was idly spinning his textbook, making a "snap snap" sound. Nobara Kugizaki was standing next to him, veins popping on her forehead, annoyed by the noise. Megumi Fushiguro, on the other hand, was sitting calmly with one hand supporting her chin, clearly immune to most of the everyday noise.

Just then, the classroom door was suddenly pulled open from the outside.

Gojo Satoru walked in with light, carefree steps.

His mood was so good that it was almost palpable; it was as if pink flowers were floating in the air around him.

Good morning, everyone!

Gojo Satoru stood in front of the podium, smiling as he shook the small wooden box in his hand, his voice brimming with confidence.

"There's a special surprise today! Xiaocheng has prepared gifts for everyone!"

"Huh?" Yuji Itadori was the first to look up, his eyes instantly lighting up. "For us?"

"That's right." Gojo Satoru opened the box in high spirits, stepped down from the podium, and distributed the three different colored amulets to the desks of the three students.

"This was made by Xiaocheng herself, so everyone should keep it safe!"

Yuji Itadori held the small orange sun amulet in both hands, looking at it with delight from left to right: "Wow, it's so exquisite!! Please thank Dr. Kikawa for me!"

Kugizaki Nobara held her light pink amulet in her hand, and after seeing the neat and delicate embroidery on the petals, her eyes softened noticeably.

She happily flipped through the amulet: "...Not bad at all."

Fushiguro Megumi looked down at the dark green amulet in her palm, gently tracing the small dog sitting quietly on it with her fingertips, and solemnly said, "Please thank Dr. Kikawa for me."

Gojo Satoru stood to the side, arms crossed, watching the students' reactions, a slight smile playing on his lips, clearly very pleased that his lover's cooking had received unanimous praise.

The next second, as if he suddenly remembered something important, he grabbed the string around his neck and pulled out the amulet on his chest, waving it in front of the three of them.

"By the way," Gojo Satoru said lightly, his azure eyes gleaming with undisguised, smug arrogance.

"I have one too."

The three of them instinctively looked in the direction he was moving.

In Gojo Satoru's fair hand was a dark blue amulet.

Embroidered with tiny crescent moons and stars in silver thread, the stitches are fine and dense. In terms of both material and workmanship, it is clearly more exquisite and special than what they have.

Japanese knotweed Hisahito: "..."

Fushiguro Megumi: "..."

Kugizaki Nobara was silent for two seconds, a vein throbbing on her forehead, before finally speaking expressionlessly: "There's no need to emphasize this, is there?"

"How could I not emphasize that?" Gojo Satoru said matter-of-factly, even extending his hand forward further.

"This is a family-exclusive edition! There's only one in the world, so of course we have to make that clear."

"Who cares about your limited edition stuff?!" Kugizaki Nobara finally lost her temper and slammed her hand on the table.

"You rushed into the classroom first thing this morning to hand out gifts, but you just wanted to show off that yours was more special, didn't you?!"

"You got it right~" Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers without a care in the world, grinning from ear to ear. "As expected of Wild Rose, you have a great understanding of things."

"Take that compliment back, you idiot teacher!!!"