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

After arriving home, Gojo Satoru took a shower first.

When he came out of the bathroom with a towel on his head and drying his hair, Sumi Kichikawa had already changed into her pajamas and was standing in front of the kitchen counter boiling water.

Upon hearing footsteps, he immediately turned around, his gaze lingering on Gojo Satoru's face for a moment.

Are you hungry?

I'm not hungry.

"Then...would you like something hot?"

"I don't want to drink it either."

Kikawa Sumi paused for a moment, then asked, "Then I'll blow-dry your hair."

Gojo Satoru leaned lazily against the kitchen door frame, stared at him for a while, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Xiao Cheng."

"Um?"

Are you still figuring out how to make me happy?

Kikawa Sumi remained silent.

Silence means consent.

Gojo Satoru casually draped the towel over his shoulder, walked over and turned off the stove with a "snap," then grabbed his hand and led him towards the bedroom.

"You don't need to coax me today."

"But your hair is still wet."

"Then let it stay wet, and blow-dry it later."

He pulled the person to the bedside, and Gojo Satoru sat down casually first, then patted the empty seat next to him.

"Come and sit down."

Sumi Kichikawa obediently sat down.

His back was ramrod straight, his hands resting on his knees. He looked like a prisoner awaiting his fate.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but glance at him a couple more times.

"Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to eat you."

Kikawa Sumi turned to look at him, her eyes cautious: "Are you... still angry?"

"There's still a tiny bit left."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sumire Kikawa's body visibly tensed up even more.

Seeing his alarmed reaction, Gojo Satoru sighed inwardly.

He suddenly realized that his remark, which he had only meant to be a joke, had actually made the guy uneasy again.

He was silent for a moment, then simply reached out and pinched Kikawa Sumi's cheek, forcibly pulling her towards him.

"But—I won't ignore you, and I won't leave."

Kikawa Sumi was forced to move closer and slightly widened her eyes.

"Everything I just said stands." Gojo Satoru looked directly into his eyes. "Do you understand now?"

Sumire Kawakawa nodded obediently.

"Nodding isn't enough, you need to speak up."

"...I understand."

Gojo Satoru then snorted with satisfaction and released his mischievous hand.

Two faint red marks immediately appeared on Kikawa Sumi's fair face. Gojo Satoru stared at them for two seconds, feeling a little guilty for once, and then gently rubbed them with his fingers.

"Did I... scare you just now?"

Sumire Kichikawa was clearly taken aback.

"It was when we were outside," Gojo Satoru softened his voice, "that I deliberately said I wouldn't go home with you and made you go back alone. Did that really scare you?"

"……No."

"lie."

Sumi Kichikawa immediately shut her mouth and stopped talking.

Gojo Satoru raised his finger and pointed to his beautiful blue eyes: "Don't forget, these eyes of mine can see everything perfectly."

But right after he said that, he suddenly paused.

"wrong."

Sumire looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand and said seriously, "I can tell whether you're lying or not, and I can sense that something's wrong with your emotions, but I can't read minds. I don't know exactly what you're thinking."

The six-eyed one can indeed see through most things in the world.

The flow of magical power, the structure of spells, and even the slightest muscle changes are all clearly visible to him.

But Susumu Kawakami is a living, breathing person, not a spell laid out there waiting for him to analyze.

He could see that Sumi Kichikawa was afraid, but he couldn't see the source of that fear just by looking at her.

It was even less likely that he could accurately guess what was churning in Kikkawa Sumi's heart when she fell into such a deathly silence.

"I can't guess right every time."

Gojo Satoru sighed.

"Like today, if you stubbornly refuse to tell me, all I can see is that you're frightened. As for how scared you are or what you're scared of, I have no way of knowing."

Sumire Kawakawa watched him quietly.

"So, if you have any ideas in the future, just tell me directly." Gojo Satoru raised his hand and ruffled his hair into a mess as a form of revenge. "Otherwise, even someone as brilliant as me can make mistakes sometimes."

Kikawa Sumi lowered her eyes, and after a long while, she said in a low voice, "I thought... you didn't want to see me anymore."

Gojo Satoru's hand, which was rubbing his hair, suddenly stopped.

Why would you think that way?

"Because you ignore me and refuse to go home."

Self-expression was clearly not an easy thing for him, so he didn't speak fast.

"You replied to my message, but it just didn't feel the same as before."

"Today... you said again that you want to live outside by yourself."

He paused for a moment, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I thought you were tired of me and never wanted to see me again."

Gojo Satoru felt as if he had been lightly but firmly bumped in the chest, leaving it feeling extremely sore and weak.

His initial intention was simply to stop Sumire from habitually shouldering everything alone. He never expected that this idiot would equate his sulking with "abandonment."

"So that's why you got so nervous when I said we were going to stay in a hotel?"

"Um."

"Do you think that if I don't go back with you tonight, I'll never go back again?"

Sumi Kichikawa remained silent.

But Gojo Satoru had already understood completely.

He sighed helplessly, opened his arms, and forcefully pulled the person into his embrace.

Without any hesitation, Kikawa Sumi leaned into his arms, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist.

"It was my fault this time, I apologize."

Sumi Kichikawa shifted her body, as if she wanted to refute something.

"Shh, let me finish." Gojo Satoru gently patted his back to comfort him. "I was indeed angry because you kept it from me before, but that doesn't mean I don't want you anymore. I won't easily abandon the most important person to me."

"If I ever feel unhappy about anything in the future, I will definitely argue with you face to face, and I will never deliberately ignore you like this again."

Kikawa Sumi buried her face in the crook of his neck, and after a long while, asked in a muffled voice, "Really?"

"I promise."

Gojo Satoru stepped back slightly and looked down into his eyes.

"But you also have to promise me that you will tell me if anything is on your mind in the future, instead of always bearing it all alone."

Sumi Kichikawa thought about it seriously for a moment: "Should I tell you everything?"

Gojo Satoru was amused by his meticulous manner: "You don't have to pour it all out at once. You can do it little by little."

Sumire Kawakawa seemed troubled about where to begin, so she simply shut her mouth and remained silent.

Gojo Satoru didn't urge him, but just looked down at him, his fingers casually running through his hair.

To be honest, there was just too much information about what happened today.

To say that Gojo Satoru wasn't curious at all would be a complete lie.

But he knew that the secrets carried by Sumire Kichikawa could not be explained in just a few words.

If you really force him to tell you everything at once, he'll probably get stuck and won't know where to begin.

After pondering for a while, Gojo Satoru suddenly had a brilliant idea: "Sumiko, how about we play a game of sharing secrets?"

Kikawa Sumi lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes somewhat blank.

"Sharing a secret?"

"Yeah, right." Gojou Satoru winked at him. "You say one, I'll say one, and we'll switch. Isn't that fair?"

Sumi Kichikawa did not immediately agree.

Gojo Satoru wasn't in a hurry to urge him, but gently brushed away the stray hairs that had fallen across his forehead.

"You can start by talking about something light and unimportant. We can talk about the rest another time when you're ready."

Kikawa Sumi stared at him, seemingly weighing the matter carefully in her mind, before finally nodding slightly.

"it is good."

"Alright, Xiaocheng, you can go first."

Sumire looked at him in confusion: "Why was it me first?"

"Because I was the one who suggested this game."

"Since it was your suggestion, shouldn't Wuxian take the lead?"

Gojo Satoru, with an air of self-righteousness, began to play dumb: "Of course not! The person who proposed it has the final say on the order of the game."

Sumire Kawakawa fell silent.

"...Is there such a rule?"

"Yes, I just added it at the last minute."

"..."

Gojo Satoru grinned, his eyes crinkling: "Hurry up, hurry up! You can't go back on your word once you've promised!"

Sumi Kichikawa didn't really intend to hold it against him.

He leaned back against Gojo Satoru, stared into the void for a long, long time, and then slowly spoke: "Then... let me tell you about my first friend."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly somewhat surprised.

"Your first friend?"

"Um."

"Even earlier than Natsume and Sakura?"

"Yes, much earlier than them."