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

Morning light slipped into the room through the gap in the half-open curtains, casting a soft glow on the carpet.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes in the soft bed, blinking his pale blue eyes lazily.

Perhaps because he had stayed up late last night, his mind was still a little hazy, but when he caught the familiar and reassuring scent of Kikawa Sumi, he stretched comfortably and then noticed the commotion in the middle of the bedroom.

A small suitcase was open on the carpet not far away, and Sumi Kikawa was with her back to him, methodically putting a stack of clothes into it.

"Sumi?" Gojo Satoru called out, his voice hoarse from just waking up, drawing out the words with a hint of confusion.

Upon hearing the sound, Sumi Kichikawa stopped what she was doing and turned around.

When he saw his lover, with only half of her shoulder and a fluffy white head peeking out from under the covers, the calmness in the man's eyes, which had been focused on tidying up, instantly melted away, turning into a pool of warm, gentle spring water.

He put down the clothes he was holding, walked to the bedside, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Kikawa Sumi reached out and gently grasped Gojo Satoru's wrist, which was sticking out from under the covers. She lifted his hand slightly, then lowered her head and placed her thin lips on Gojo's pale fingertips, leaving a tender kiss.

Gojo Satoru sat up slightly with his help, the silk quilt slipping down his chest, revealing several ambiguous light red marks.

As expected, he felt that familiar soreness all over his body. However, perhaps because Kikawa Sumi had been exceptionally restrained and gentle last night, and had given him a thorough cleaning and massage afterward, this feeling was much better than when he lost control last time.

With a long arm, Kikawa Sumi naturally wrapped his arms around the slightly weak waist of the person in his arms, allowing him to lean comfortably against his strong and warm embrace.

His large hand moved effortlessly to the supple lower back, massaging it with just the right amount of pressure.

Comfortably squinting his eyes, Gojo Satoru tilted his head back and casually asked, "What are you busy with so early in the morning?"

Kikawa Sumi didn't stop rubbing his lower back immediately. After a moment of silence, she said in a low voice, "I want to take you to meet a friend."

Gojo Satoru was slightly taken aback, a hint of doubt rising in his mind.

Throughout their relationship, Sumire Kikawa was always a very respectful person to him. No matter how big or small the matter was, she always consulted with him first and asked for his opinion in a gentle and soft voice before making a decision.

This was the first time that Sumi Kichikawa had made a decision to take him to meet some "friend" without giving him prior notice.

This made him think of something—could it be another situation like the one with Natsume Takashi that he had encountered before?

Those wondrous beings that exist outside the world of ordinary people, belonging to "another dimension"?

He slightly raised his eyelids, about to ask a question, but Kikawa Sumi seemed to see through his thoughts.

The man's eyes were deep and gentle. He lowered his head slightly and pressed his warm lips to Gojo Satoru's eyelids.

Gojo Satoru subconsciously closed his eyes, his long eyelashes brushing lightly against Sumire's lips.

"What happened?" Gojo Satoru asked softly as he opened his eyes again.

Kikawa Sumi pulled the person in her arms closer and explained softly, "It's not a bad thing. It's just... I promised them before that if there was a chance, I would take you to meet them. But for various reasons, I haven't been able to do so yet, so this time, I want to take you to see them."

Gojo Satoru keenly sensed that there were some unspoken implications in Sumire Kichikawa's words, seemingly involving his unknown past world and experiences.

However, he could tell that Sumi Kichikawa was unwilling to say more at this moment, so he did not press her for details.

He relaxed his body, leaned back into that warm embrace, and softly hummed in agreement.

This casual "hmm" surprised Sumi Kichikawa.

He had thought he would have to put some effort into explaining, and had even prepared himself for Gojo Satoru to resist this sudden social interaction.

He looked at Gojo Satoru with some surprise: "You... are willing to go?"

Seeing his bewildered expression, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but chuckle.

He reached out and playfully poked Sumi's cheek with his fingertips, saying matter-of-factly, "Why wouldn't I want to? She's Sumi's friend."

A surge of warmth filled his heart, and tenderness almost overflowed from his eyes. He lowered his head and kissed Gojo Satoru's palm tenderly again, his voice slightly hoarse: "I've already made breakfast. Everything's almost packed. After you've washed up and eaten, we'll set off."

Gojou nodded, threw off the covers, and got up to wash.

Kikawa Sumi sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze following Gojo Satoru's tall and straight back until the bathroom door closed, at which point he looked away.

He stood still for a while before standing up, folding the last few personal belongings of the two of them and putting them into the suitcase. He then fastened the lock with a "click" and dragged the suitcase containing their luggage into the corridor.

A sumptuous Japanese breakfast was laid out on the table, and Gojo Satoru ate with great satisfaction. After the two finished eating, Kikkawa Sumi took out the clothes that had been prepared for the day from the bedroom.

When Gojo Satoru changed his clothes and stood in front of the full-length mirror, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

The two people in the mirror stood side by side. The same cut, the same style, only the colors were black and white, making it an obvious and blatant couple's outfit.

The outfit looked elegant and refined on Sumi Kichikawa, but on Satoru Gojo, it exuded a sense of nobility and languor.

Gojo Satoru turned his head and looked at Sumi Kikawa, who was straightening his collar, with a half-smile: "When did you buy these new clothes? I didn't know."

With her eyes lowered, Kikawa Sumi carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on his collar, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible pride: "I bought it a long time ago. I just haven't found a suitable opportunity to wear it until today."

Ever since seeing Gojo Satoru's full face, Sumi Kikawa has had an almost obsessive passion for dressing up her lover, but since Gojo Satoru usually wears a uniform, he has never had the chance.

Looking at his serious expression, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but chuckle softly, his chest trembling slightly: "Sumiko really knows how to keep secrets."

After everything was ready, the two went out side by side.

When they got downstairs, Gojo Satoru thought they were going to the underground parking garage, but he found that Sumi Kikawa was holding his hand and walking in the exact opposite direction.

"Aren't you driving this time?" Gojo Satoru asked curiously.

Kikawa Sumi shook her head, offering no further explanation. She simply took his hand and led him steadily toward a nearby garden that was usually quite deserted.

As they ventured deeper into the garden, the number of people around them dwindled.

Gojo Satoru keenly sensed that Sumi Kichikawa's pace was gradually slowing down, and the hand that was intertwined with his also tightened its grip slightly at that moment.

Sensing that Sumire Kichikawa seemed a little nervous, Satoru Gojo tightened his grip on Sumire Kichikawa's hand, just as firmly.

I don't know which tree I walked under, but the air around me suddenly distorted very slightly.

In the blink of an eye, the scenery before my eyes underwent a dramatic transformation—the originally bleak autumn garden disappeared, replaced by a wide path covered with pink cherry blossom petals.

A gentle breeze swept by, and cherry blossoms fluttered down like snowflakes, landing on Gojo Satoru's shoulders and hair. A sweet floral fragrance filled the air, and the bright sunshine made it feel like a spring day.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide in surprise.

In the six-eyed vision, the rules here are completely different from those in the world of magic. There is no magic power, no impurities, only a warm and pure energy flowing.

However, it is a power different from that of Natsume's world.

He turned to look at Sumireki.

The man beside him didn't look at him; his gaze was fixed ahead, his profile both gentle and resolute.

Kikawa Sumi didn't explain, but simply held his hand even tighter and led him slowly forward on this endless cherry blossom path.

Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed.

He didn't speak, nor did he ask where they were. He simply followed quietly beside Sumi Kichikawa, stepping on fallen cherry blossoms, letting her lead him.

The two walked past several quiet intersections, their matching trench coats fluttering in the breeze. Finally, Sumi Kikawa stopped in front of a cozy two-story detached house.

Gojo Satoru looked up, his gaze falling on the memorial tablet beside the gate. Four characters were written on it in delicate handwriting:

【Kinomoto Family】

Sumire Kichikawa took a deep breath, raised her hand, and gently knocked on the door.

"Here I am!"

A light and energetic girl's voice quickly came from inside the door. Immediately afterward, there was a series of light footsteps.

With a "click," the door was opened from the inside.

A sweet and lovely little girl with short chestnut hair appeared in front of them.

The girl was wearing a pink apron for home, and her emerald green eyes lit up instantly when she saw the person outside the door.

Gojo Satoru curiously examined the little girl, his six eyes keenly detecting the powerful force contained within her.

But before he could think about it, he heard the little girl's eyes suddenly light up, and she cried out in a clear, surprised voice:

"Kichikawa-nii! You're finally here!"