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

"So it was you guys who did it." Gojo Satoru couldn't help but chuckle. "No wonder I couldn't find it no matter how hard I searched all of Tokyo."

Sakura's eyes widened in surprise: "Did Mr. Gojo specifically go looking for those candies?"

"I searched for a long time." Gojo Satoru exaggeratedly gestured a large distance with his fingers.

"I had people ask around in Tokyo's shopping malls, dessert shops, and various craft workshops. But no matter how much we searched, we couldn't find anything exactly the same."

"I'm so sorry," Sakura apologized instinctively, "because those things really weren't bought from a store..."

"Why apologize?" Gojo Satoru's eyes crinkled into a smile, his tone relaxed and gentle. "On the contrary, I think it shows that we are very destined for each other."

As he spoke, he magically pulled out the small lucky bag he always carried from his pocket.

The deep blue fabric is embroidered with exquisite moon and stars. Because it has always been carefully preserved by its owner, the edges are still clean and there is no wear and tear.

"And later, Cheng gave me a huge bag of it."

Sakura recognized the familiar lucky bag at a glance, and her eyes lit up immediately: "Ah! This is it! That day, Brother Kikawa spent a long time picking out these candies."

Sumire Kichikawa paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

Tomoyo picked up the conversation quite naturally, her voice gentle yet hitting the nail on the head: "Yes. That day, Kikawa-kun suddenly came to tell us that he wanted to give some candy to someone he 'cares about a lot.' Sakura and I were both quite surprised."

"Tomoyo..."

"Because you've never done anything like this for anyone before, Kisakawa-kun." Tomoyo seemed completely oblivious to Kisakawa Sumi's gradually stiffening expression, her tone remaining gentle and soothing.

"Kikawa-kun was very thorough in his inspection. He carefully selected each one, rejecting any that wasn't perfectly round, and even picking out the smallest wrinkle on the wrapper."

Sakura nodded vigorously in agreement, "Yes, yes! Brother Kikawa was so serious about choosing that day!"

Gojo Satoru slowly turned his head and looked at Sumirei Kawakawa beside him with a half-smile.

Sumire Kichikawa silently raised a hand to her lips, coughed lightly and somewhat awkwardly, trying to maintain the last shred of composure: "...It's not that exaggerated."

"Oh—really?"

Gojo Satoru deliberately dragged out his words, his pale blue eyes already brimming with barely concealed amusement.

"But how come I remember someone telling me so confidently that he just 'randomly put' those candies in?"

Sumire Kikkawa remained suspiciously silent for two seconds before looking away: "It's been too long, I can't remember."

"Wow, did the amnesia happen so quickly?"

"Maybe I've been working too hard lately."

"Would a doctor really use such a baseless, medically unfounded excuse to fool people?"

Sumire Kichikawa picked up her teacup again, tactically took a sip, avoided Gojo Satoru's mocking gaze, and uttered two words without changing her expression: "Occasionally."

Sakura quickly covered her mouth and blinked her big eyes.

Tomoyo's eyes curved slightly: "If Mr. Gojo is interested, would you like to see the video of Kikawa-kun choosing candy back then?"

Sumire Kichikawa froze completely, her hand still holding the teacup.

"A video?!" Gojo Satoru instantly perked up, straightening his back.

"Yes, that's right." Tomoyo smiled so gently and innocently. "I happened to have a camera with me that day, so I filmed that scene."

"Tomoyo." Sumire Kichikawa took a deep breath, her tone filled with helplessness.

Tomoyo blinked innocently. "What's wrong, Kikawa-kun?"

"That video...it's not anything important, is it?"

"But it might be very important to Mr. Gojo."

Gojo Satoru immediately raised both hands in strong agreement: "Very important! Absolutely, incredibly important!"

He even leaned slightly towards Tomoyo, his eyes practically glowing, "Can I really see it?"

"Of course." Tomoyo nodded with a smile. "I'll make a call in a bit and ask my family to bring it over."

"That's really too much trouble for you!"

"It's not troublesome at all. Being able to record these precious moments is a very happy thing in itself."

Gojo Satoru nodded repeatedly, as if he had found a long-lost friend: "Exactly! Especially when someone is stubborn and refuses to admit it, this kind of video evidence becomes even more valuable!"

"That's true," Tomoyo gently agreed. "Some moments, if not captured in time, are hard to see again later."

"Did you take a picture of Xiaocheng being stubborn just now?" Gojo asked with great interest.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring my camera with me today." Tomoyo sighed softly, then smiled again. "But it's okay, I'll remember it."

Caught between the two, one big and one small, singing in unison, Sumi Kichikawa realized for the first time that bringing Satoru Gojo to meet Tomoyo Daidouji might be a dangerous decision that would leave him with nothing but his underwear.

But Gojo Satoru was in an extremely good mood at that moment.

He and Tomoyo talked about everything from the videotapes to fashion design, and then back to the matching outfits they wore that day.

"So it was bought by Kikawa-kun." Tomoyo carefully examined the cut of the two clothes with a professional eye.

"The colors and cuts are very well coordinated. Mr. Gojo looks great in light colors, and Mr. Kikawa looks very composed and handsome in dark colors."

Satoru Gojo asked with a smile, "Does Tomoyo usually do any research on clothing design?"

"Yes, I often make clothes for Sakura."

"Tomoyo is incredibly good at making clothes!" Sakura exclaimed instinctively, but then, perhaps as images of overly ornate and elaborate battle suits flashed through her mind, her voice gradually faded.

"Although... sometimes it might stand out a little when I wear it out..."

"Because Sakura looks adorable no matter what she wears," Tomoyo replied matter-of-factly. "Such a cute Sakura should of course wear the cutest clothes."

Sakura's face turned bright red again: "Tomoyo..."

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, looking thoughtful, and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I completely understand."

Upon hearing this, Sumire Kikkawa couldn't help but turn her head and glance at him: "What do you understand?"

"It's that feeling where you see clothes that suit someone, and you can't help but want to buy them all and put them on them," Gojo Satoru said.

"Isn't Xiaocheng always like this to me?"

Kikawa Sumi glanced at him and corrected him, "I'll only buy it for you."

Gojo Satoru smiled gently: "Yes, I know."

Tomoyo watched their interaction quietly, then suddenly asked curiously, "Does Mr. Gojo usually pick out clothes for Kikawa-kun?"

"Sure! But Cheng isn't cooperating at all."

Gojo Satoru immediately seized the opportunity to begin complaining.

"His wardrobe is full of black, white, and gray clothes, which are so old-fashioned. I kindly picked out a few brighter colors for him, but he always made excuses that they weren't suitable for work."

"Because those clothes really aren't suitable for wearing to the hospital," Sumire Kichikawa explained helplessly.

"Then why not just wear it on your day off?"

Kikawa Sumi sighed and looked at him wistfully: "If you hadn't picked one of those pink hoodies with a giant strawberry cake printed on it, I might have considered it."

Sakura imagined her usually gentle and composed brother, Kikawa, wearing a bright pink outfit with a huge cake on his chest, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Gojo Satoru, however, remained serious: "It would look incredibly cute on you."

Tomoyo thought about it seriously for a moment, and surprisingly nodded in agreement: "Actually... if we adjust the size and position of the cake pattern a little, and reduce the saturation of the pink a bit, it might really suit Kikawa-kun."

Gojo Satoru immediately perked up, as if he had found his tribe: "Right, right! Tomoyo thinks so too, doesn't she?"

"Yes. Kikawa-kun's temperament is very gentle and tolerant. Trying some bright and lively colors won't seem out of place. On the contrary, it will create a great contrast."

"Could Tomoyo design one for him next time? I can provide all his measurements!"

"Of course, no problem."

"Tomoyo..." Sumi Kikawa sighed helplessly once again.

Upon hearing the sound, the two turned to look at him at the same time.

When Sumire met Gojo Satoru's eager and expectant eyes, the words of refusal that she wanted to say lingered on her lips, but in the end, she could only let out a soft sigh of resignation.

"...Just don't design it too exaggeratedly."

Gojo Satoru immediately seized the opportunity, grabbing his arm and saying with a grin, "So, Sumi agrees?"

"Um."

"Tomoyo, did you hear that?"

"I heard you very clearly." Tomoyo nodded with a smile. "Don't worry, you two, I will prepare very carefully."