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

In the video, Sakura covered her mouth, trying hard to hold back her laughter. Tomoyo's eyes also lit up.

"...What's wrong?" Sumi asked.

"Nothing." Tomoyo shook her head slightly. "Kikawa-kun, the way you're talking is a little different than usual."

"What's different?"

"You've never described anyone like that before," Sakura couldn't help but say. "When we asked Kikawa-nii what kind of people he'd met, you always said 'ordinary people,' 'nothing special'..."

Sumi Kichikawa in the video hardly paused.

"He's nothing special."

Sumikawa's hand tightened suddenly around Gojo Satoru's waist.

Gojo Satoru slowly turned his head and repeated each word carefully:

"He's...nothing...special..."

Sumi Kichikawa's body froze completely.

He finally remembered.

At that time, he was still resisting the changes in his heart. Sakura directly pointed out his abnormality, and he subconsciously refuted her.

But now, this insincere denial has actually been heard by Gojo Satoru himself.

"I misspoke back then," Sumi Kikawa quickly explained. "It's not because Satoru isn't special. I just... didn't want to admit that I cared about you too much."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"But Xiaocheng said it with absolute certainty."

That's not the truth.

Sumiki lowered her head and pressed her cheek close to Satoru Gojo's.

"Wu is very special."

He was so worried that Gojo Satoru would misunderstand that he didn't even have time to carefully choose his words, and could only hurriedly lay out all the feelings that he had forcibly suppressed.

"To me, Wu is the most special person I've ever met. You made a deep impression on me from the very first time we met."

Even after we broke up, I always remembered you.

"I'm always happy to see you. Even after we part ways, I'll look forward to seeing you again."

He spoke very quickly, afraid that if he slowed down even a little, the person in his arms would actually believe that "there's nothing special about it."

Gojo Satoru remained silent.

Kikawa Sumi lowered her head and nuzzled her lover's cheek, finally burying her face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm telling the truth."

"Satoru, I think I fell in love with you the first time we met."

Gojo was stunned.

He was just teasing Sumi Segawa.

How could he possibly believe that he held no special place in Sumire Kikkawa's heart simply because of a hasty denial?

But he never expected to hear such a confession, which was almost a complete revelation.

Sumire Kawakawa held the person tightly and wouldn't let go.

He did not lie.

At the time, he was indeed unaware of those feelings and had been resisting his own heart.

Looking back now, those unconscious glances, the anticipation of meeting again, and the memories that surfaced again and again after parting—there's no other explanation than affection.

Perhaps from their very first meeting, he was destined to be unable to let go of Gojo Satoru.

After a brief silence, a hand gently stroked the back of Sumi Kichikawa's neck.

Gojo Satoru tightened his arms and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"...I was just trying to tease you, and you suddenly said something like that. That's practically cheating."

The video is still playing.

Chiyo asked, "Kichikawa-kun, do you believe in fate?"

Gojo Satoru and Sumireki embraced each other and looked at the screen together.

In the video, Sumi Kichikawa remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, he lowered his eyes and gently stroked the moon embroidered with silver thread on the lucky bag with his fingertips.

He carefully placed the lucky bag full of candies into the inside pocket of his coat and then fastened the pocket button.

"If there really is such a thing as fate—"

On television, the former Sumi Kichikawa earnestly said:

"I want to treat it more formally."

At the same moment, Gojo Satoru looked at Sumire Kikawa and spoke softly:

Me too.

Kikawa Sumi stared at him blankly.

Gojo Satoru's voice overlapped with that sentence.

"Xiao Cheng is the most special person I've ever met."

He lowered his head slightly, his forehead touching that of Sumireki.

"It's not just Xiaocheng who's looking forward to meeting her."

I've always cared about you too.

Sumi Kichikawa's breathing paused slightly.

Gojo Satoru recalled what this person looked like when he first met him.

At that time, Sumire Kawakawa was gentle and aloof, and looked like an ordinary pediatrician, but Satoru Gojo still noticed him at a glance.

She would feel curious about the candy he offered, couldn't help but observe the emotions beneath his calm face, and would occasionally think of him after they parted.

Perhaps, that concern never appears without reason.

The video is still playing quietly.

Tomoyo said gently, "This is the first time you've actively wanted to form a connection with someone."

"……Yeah."

"Yes." Tomoyo nodded seriously. "When you came here before, it was always to rest. You would drink tea, look at the flowers, and help us check the condition of the Clow Cards. You never talked about yourself. Today is the first time."

She leaned forward slightly and added softly, "So I'm very happy."

Gojo Satoru buried his face in the side of Kikkawa Sumi's neck, holding him tightly for a long time.

Only now did he truly understand what that bag of lucky candies meant to Sumi Kichikawa at that time.

That was more than just a simple gift.

That was the first time someone who had isolated himself from the crowd and refused to have too deep an entanglement with the world acknowledged the existence of a certain destiny.

It was also the first time he was willing to follow that still unfamiliar stirring in his heart and earnestly walk towards someone.

And that person was Gojo Satoru.

Those carefully examined candies, those candy wrappers illuminated by the sunlight, and that lucky bag that had been waiting deep in the drawer for many years—it turns out that long ago, they had already preserved the original appearance of this encounter.

It turns out that love had already begun before they even realized each other's feelings.

Gojo Satoru lifted his face from Kikawa Sumi's arms.

Say it again.

"What?"

"He liked me from the very first time we met."

Sumire Kawakawa remained silent for a moment.

This time, he did not avoid Gojo Satoru's gaze, nor did he feel ashamed of the confession that came so many years late.

Those feelings that he had once denied and hidden finally traversed the long years and arrived openly before the person they were meant to be with.

He looked into Gojo Satoru's eyes and said clearly and solemnly:

"I fell in love with you the first time I saw you."

Gojo Satoru's eyes crinkled into a smile.

His azure eyes shone brightly in the dimly lit living room, as if the starlight had crossed the distant night and fallen into his eyes.

He pulled Sumi Kichikawa into his arms again, holding her tightly, as if he wanted to keep that confession and the person in front of him forever in his life.

"I like Xiaocheng the most too."

The videotapes, sealed away, faithfully record the events of that sunny April day.

A lonely man sat in the bright spring sunshine and, for the first time, reached out his hand to fate.

That hand crossed the long years and the distant world, and finally fell into another person's palm.