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

After getting up, in order to make up for the rough treatment last night, Sumi Kichikawa, who had transformed into a "worrying old woman," immediately got busy.

With the intention of taking good care of his loved one, he busied himself in the kitchen, preparing a nutritious and easily digestible breakfast.

When Gojo Satoru, wearing a low-cut loungewear outfit, sauntered out of the bedroom, Sumi Kikawa, who was frying eggs in the kitchen, turned around and glanced at him, instantly turning her neck red.

Gojo Satoru could have easily used the Reversal Technique to instantly heal these marks, but he chose not to.

He wanted to present these "evidence" openly so that a certain soft-hearted doctor would feel sorry for him a little longer.

Kikawa Sumi was completely unable to face the "evidence" he had left behind last night. He turned his head away, almost losing his grip on the spatula.

Looking further down, he discovered that the person was actually barefoot on the floor!

"Why aren't you wearing shoes!"

Ignoring her embarrassment, Kikawa Sumi immediately put down her knife, dried her hands, and rushed over in three steps.

Before Gojo Satoru could even tease his bright red face, he felt a sudden lightness as he was swept up in Kikkawa Sumi's arms.

"Wow!" Gojo Satoru casually put his arm around Sumire's neck and winked.

"Dr. Kosuke is really strong."

Kikawa Sumi, her ears red, didn't reply, but carried the person to the dining table. Before putting her down, she didn't forget to pull a soft cushion over the chair with one hand before carefully letting Gojo Satoru sit down.

Then he turned around and ran back to the entrance to get his slippers.

To Gojo Satoru's astonishment, Dr. Kikawa, dressed in a white shirt and exuding a refined air, knelt down on one knee in front of him, took his ankle, and gently put on his slippers.

Gojo Satoru looked at Sumi Kichikawa's ears, which were so red they were almost bleeding, and her evasive eyes that never dared to look directly at his collar, and finally couldn't help but chuckle.

"Sumi," Gojou Satoru deliberately nudged Sumi's knee with his toe, drawing out his words in a spoiled tone, "You tore my favorite nightgown, what are we going to do?"

Kikawa Sumi paused in her actions, lowered her head even further, and whispered in a voice barely audible, "I'm sorry... I'll buy you a new one after get off work today. You can have whatever brand you want."

"Clothes are easy to discuss..." Gojo Satoru rested his chin on his hand, looking down at the man kneeling before him, his tone resentful.

"But my back is so sore right now. You were really fierce last night, it was completely unreasonable."

That's no lie. Even though he was the strongest, his body was genuinely sore and weak after being completely defenseless with his magic power and letting his opponent torment him all night.

Listening to his lover's accusations, Dr. Kichikawa, who was usually a man of his word in the clinic, was now meek and submissive, his face clearly saying "I am guilty and I deserve to die," and he didn't dare to utter a single word in rebuttal.

"So—" Gojo's true intentions were revealed, a sly glint in his azure eyes.

"To make it up to me, Xiaocheng, you have to let me eat lots and lots of desserts today! I want to eat those new French crepes from that place, and three limited edition caramel puddings!"

Kikawa Sumi instinctively frowned and retorted, "Eating too much sugary food puts too much strain on your stomach and intestines, and you haven't had enough rest to begin with..."

"But my back hurts..." Gojo Satoru immediately slumped his shoulders, his beautiful eyes looking at him with watery eyes, like a wronged kitten that hadn't gotten its dried fish. He even pulled down his collar, revealing the deepest bite mark on his neck.

"Xiao Cheng hurt me, and you won't even grant me this small request?"

"..."

Sumire's rational defenses crumbled instantly in the face of Gojo Satoru's coquettishness.

"...Only today." Sumi Kikawa gave in, sighed in resignation, stood up and patted Satoru Gojo's hair. "I'll go cook. You sit still and don't move around."

After saying that, he turned and fled into the kitchen as if he were running away.

Watching the man's tall but slightly flustered back, Gojo Satoru sat on the cushioned chair and finally couldn't help but chuckle softly, his shoulders trembling slightly.

How can this man be so adorable?

After breakfast, Gojo Satoru took out his sunglasses and put them on, indicating that he was going to the vocational high school.

"Is it really necessary to go today?" Sumi Kikawa frowned, adjusting his coat to try and cover up the conspicuous marks, and said worriedly, "Why don't you ask for a day off from school and rest at home?"

He knew that the work of a sorcerer was dangerous, and Wu Ming was already so tired, how could he face those monsters?

"No way, I have a very important class today. Those kids will run into chaos without me watching them," Gojo Satoru refused decisively.

"Then... I'll take you." Sumi Kichikawa knew she couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she could only do her best to take care of him.

When they arrived at the street corner where Ijichi was waiting, the black official car was already parked there.

Gojo Satoru wasn't wearing his high school uniform today; instead, he was dressed in casual clothes.

He slung lazily over Kikawa Sumi's back, and even with sunglasses on, he couldn't hide the languidness that emanated from his very bones after being pampered.

Kikawa Sumi took an insulated lunchbox from the car and put it in Gojo Satoru's hand: "Remember to eat your lunch on time. I put the pudding on the second shelf."

Gojo Satoru accepted it with a smile.

Then, Sumi Kikawa turned to look at Iji Tomo standing to the side, took out another bento from the back seat and handed it to him.

"Mr. Ijichi, thank you for your hard work. This is for you." The gentle, refined face of Sumire Kikawa was filled with an undeniable seriousness.

"Wu isn't feeling well today, so please take good care of him. Don't let him do anything dangerous, and if there are any problems, please call me immediately."

Holding a bento box, Ijichi subconsciously glanced at the "strongest sorcerer" who was leaning against Sumi Kikawa's shoulder like he had no bones, with a crazy upturn of his mouth.

Are you feeling unwell?

Doesn't Mr. Gojo have a reversal technique?

However, he didn't ask any further questions, but simply gave a slight, earnest bow: "I understand! Please rest assured, Dr. Kikawa, I will definitely take good care of Mr. Gojo!"

Kikawa thanked him again and saw Gojo Satoru into the car.

"Be a good girl." Sumi Kichikawa said softly, reaching out to touch Gojo Satoru's excessively beautiful face through the lowered glass.

Then, he leaned down slightly, and Gojo Satoru looked up in unison. The two exchanged a tender and precious kiss on the street in the morning breeze.

"I'll pick you up tonight."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Kikawa Sumi got into the car, gave him a deep look, and then drove away.

Only after watching Sumi Kichikawa's car completely disappear at the end of the street did the smile on Gojo Satoru's lips slowly fade.

He turned around, carrying the lunchbox in his hand. Although he still had that leisurely pace, the soft aura of a "pampered ordinary person" had faded away.

"Let's go, Ijichi."

Gojo Satoru clutched the bento box to his chest like a precious treasure, his voice slightly cold, knowing that Ichi was staring straight ahead without glancing to either side.

"Go to a vocational college."