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

Kikawa Sumi picked up her black tea to moisten her throat, glanced around the cozy living room, and casually asked, "Is Touya not home today?"

"Brother and Yukito went to work," Sakura replied obediently. "They probably won't be back until a little late today."

Upon hearing this, Sumire couldn't help but chuckle: "Touya is still the same as ever, so fond of part-time jobs."

"It's not that I like it," Sakura muttered softly, feeling indignant on behalf of her brother. "I just don't know why, but he always manages to find all sorts of strange jobs."

"No wonder I always feel like I'll run into him anywhere on the street," Sumire Kichikawa said thoughtfully.

Sakura's eyes widened in surprise: "Eh? Even Brother Kikawa has encountered this?"

"I've run into them several times," Sumi Kichikawa said with a smile, listing them off, "in coffee shops, flower shops, and amusement parks."

Satoru Gojo, who was listening intently, interjected, resting his chin on his hand, "How many jobs does Sakura's brother actually work?"

"A lot." Sakura gestured a large circle with her hand, "Sometimes even I don't know where he works."

"That sounds pretty impressive." Gojo Satoru nodded seriously. "It's almost like one of those hidden NPCs that can randomly spawn on a city map."

Sakura paused for a moment, then imagined her brother as a game NPC and couldn't help but chuckle, "He does... look a bit like him."

Seeing the little girl's bright smile, Sumi Kichikawa also smiled.

Sakura suddenly remembered the desserts on the table and quickly pushed the plate towards them, her eyes sparkling: "That's right! This is the strawberry cake I made yesterday. Brother Kikawa, Mr. Gojo, you should try some!"

Gojo Satoru's gaze had already been fixed on those exquisite little cakes. Upon hearing this, he immediately picked up the small silver fork without any hesitation: "Then I'll start eating."

He cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth. The soft cake base had just the right amount of sweetness, the whipped cream was very light, and the sweet and sour aroma of strawberries perfectly balanced out any excess sweetness.

Those pale blue eyes brightened slightly.

"tasty!"

Sakura looked at him nervously, clutching her apron in her small hands: "Really?"

"Really." Gojo Satoru took another big bite, his tone devoid of any of the perfunctory flattery an adult might use to coax a child. "The cream isn't greasy at all, the cake is very soft, and the strawberry flavor is just right. Sakura is so young, yet she can make such a delicious cake. She's amazing!"

Sakura blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed by the straightforward praise.

She looked down and tugged at the edge of her apron, whispering, "It's not that amazing... I just often help my dad cook, and I gradually learned how."

"Satoru is a seasoned sweet tooth." Sumire Kichikawa also took a bite and smiled to encourage her, "For him to give such high praise, it means that Sakura's cooking skills are indeed excellent."

Gojo Satoru turned to look at him: "Am I usually that strict with my opinions on desserts?"

"You're always very strict when it comes to desserts."

"No way, I'd like anything as long as it's sweet enough," Gojo Satoru retorted confidently.

Kikawa Sumi mercilessly exposed his past: "You only ate one bite of that Mont Blanc we bought near the station before, and then you gave it all to me."

"That's because the chestnut puree from that store was too dry; the texture was completely unacceptable."

Sumi Kikawa turned to Sakura and concluded gently, "You see, that's why his evaluation is very valuable."

Sakura couldn't help but burst out laughing as she listened to their bickering: "So Mr. Gojo really knows a lot about desserts!"

"Of course." Gojo Satoru gently shook the silver fork in his hand, his expression serious. "Desserts are a very important part of life."

Tomoyo, noticing that most of the cake on Gojo Satoru's plate had disappeared, kindly asked softly, "If Mr. Gojo likes it, there's some left in the kitchen."

Gojo Satoru was clearly tempted, but he didn't agree immediately. Instead, he subconsciously turned his head and looked longingly at Sumireki.

When Sumi Kichikawa met those seemingly expressive blue eyes, she remained silent for two seconds before finally giving in.

"...You can have another piece."

Gojo Satoru immediately beamed: "Sumi is the best~"

Tomoyo took in the whole scene, and her smile deepened.

Seeing this, Sakura immediately stood up and said enthusiastically, "I'll go get it!"

"No rush," Sumire Kichikawa gently called to her, "Sit down and rest for a while."

Gojo Satoru chimed in with a smile, "That's right, Sakura, just take your time."

Upon hearing this, Sakura sat back down in her chair. After this interaction, her demeanor was much more natural and friendly than when they first met.

Looking at the exquisite strawberry cake on the table, Sumi Kichikawa suddenly remembered something.

"Speaking of which, regarding sweets... Satoru, the first candies you received from me were actually made by Sakura and Tomoyo."

The fork that Gojo Satoru was about to use to stab the cake suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"...Those candies?"

"Yes." Sumi Kichikawa nodded. "Those 'lucky candies' I gave you when we first met."

Gojo Satoru looked at Sakura, then at Tomoyo, and genuine surprise appeared in his beautiful eyes.

In the end, he had to make Iji run around like crazy to find those candies, and they practically scoured every shopping mall and dessert shop in Tokyo. He even looked into many niche handmade candy brands, but they couldn't find a single one.

Later, although he guessed that they might be privately made by hand, he never expected that the two little girls in front of him would be the ones who made those candies.

It turns out that those candies never belonged to his world in the first place.