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

By the time Gojo Satoru brought Itadori Yuujin back to the high school, it was already very late at night.

He first escorted the person to the dormitory, and then, carrying the cursed spirit in his hand, went to find the Night Moth Righteous Path.

The secret prison used for guarding is located at the deepest part of the high school's barrier. Layers of restrictions overlap along the way, and the cold, heavy magical power presses down on the air, making one's chest feel suffocated.

Hua Yu and Lou Hu were each sealed into two separate barriers.

Louhu was reduced to just his head, which was firmly fixed to the center of the stone platform by densely packed runes and specially made spell tools, making him look quite comical.

It didn't utter a sound the whole way, and its single eye was terrifyingly deep.

Hanami's condition wasn't much better. All the branches binding her body were tied up, and although the wound on her chest and abdomen left by Sumi Kichikawa was slowly healing, it still couldn't be completely healed.

Masamichi Noimo stood outside the barrier, glanced at the two sealed Special-Rank monsters, and then turned to look at Satoru Gojo.

"What happened?"

"It's organized." Gojo Satoru put his blindfold back on. "Two unregistered Special Class, able to communicate, with a clear purpose, and they know that Hisahito is Sukuna's vessel."

Moth's expression immediately darkened.

"They're here for you?"

"Hmm." Gojo Satoru responded, his expression slightly cold. "There should be others behind this."

He didn't say much, but just quietly looked at the wound on Hua Yu's body that had been slow to heal.

That slash that severely injured a top-tier cursed spirit was not any spell known in the world of curses.

Even in the brief fraction of a second that the slash landed, the "Six Eyes," which observed the flow of all magical power in the world from every angle, experienced a momentary "blind spot."

That strange, unobservable, and irrational force.

Without a doubt, the person who made the move from the shadows tonight was Xiao Cheng.

He reflected on everything that had happened that night and felt that it might not be a coincidence that Susumu Kikkawa would appear near a winding mountain road in the middle of nowhere.

The mountain road is far from the city, and there is nowhere nearby that Sumi Kikawa would want to go to.

But his goal was very clear. He had obviously anticipated the appearance of the cursed spirit, which is why he rushed over there without hesitation.

This suggests that he may have already obtained some clues that even the world of sorcery had not yet touched.

Perhaps they are those unregistered, top-tier cursed spirits.

Perhaps, it's the person hiding behind the scenes who orchestrated all of this.

Xiao Cheng probably knows far more than he imagines.

If anyone else had dared to hide so deeply under his nose, he probably would have personally dug out all the secrets long ago.

But that person is Sumire Kichikawa.

Therefore, rather than feeling displeased about being kept in the dark, Gojo Satoru was experiencing a different kind of emotion that was almost burning.

He had been waiting for someone to walk alongside him for far too long.

Gojo Satoru doesn't actually mind standing alone at the highest point. It's just that standing alone for too long sometimes gets boring.

He can see everyone clearly, but few people can truly see the world through his eyes.

Whether it's a genius with rare spells or a first-level sorcerer who is highly regarded in the world of sorcery, there is an insurmountable chasm between them.

But tonight, Sumi Kichikawa's attack forcefully crossed that distance.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru's lips curled up slightly, and an indescribable interest rose in his chest.

That person is dangerous, unknown, and unconventional.

But it made him unable to contain his excitement.

"Enlightenment".

The sound of the moths pulled him back to reality. "Don't reveal this to anyone for now. First, find out who's behind them."

"Understood, Principal."

Gojo Satoru smiled and waved his hand, then put his hands back in his pockets and turned to walk out.

"I'm going home now."

Moth watched his retreating figure, frowning. "Going back so late?"

"Of course."

Gojo Satoru didn't even turn his head, his voice lazy yet carrying an indescribable sense of pleasure.

"Someone at home is waiting for me."

It was past midnight when I got home.

The lights were off inside.

Gojo Satoru stood at the door, his fingertips resting on the doorknob, and paused slightly.

For Liu Yan, whether the lights are on or off makes no difference.

Susumu Kazuki has always had a habit of leaving a light on whenever he is home, waiting for Gojo Satoru to come back.

But today, the room is pitch black.

Gojo Satoru stood quietly for a while, then stepped into the house.

"Xiao Cheng?"

no respond.

The living room was quiet, and there was no sound coming from the kitchen either.

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow.

He walked to the wall, raised his hand, and prepared to press the switch on the wall.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the switch, another hand emerged from the darkness without warning.

Cool fingers covered the back of his hand, then slowly tightened along the gaps between his fingers, gripping his hand along with the switch.

Wu Tiaowu paused slightly in his movements.

He didn't turn around, but simply let the other person hold his hand, a smile already appearing on his lips.

"Xiao Cheng appears and disappears so unpredictably, anyone else would be scared to death."

The person behind him still did not answer.

Kikawa Sumi moved closer silently, pressing her chest against his back. Her other hand naturally wrapped around Gojo Satoru's waist, pulling him tightly into her embrace.

Kikawa Sumi turned her face to the side, her slightly warm breath brushing against Gojo Satoru's ear.

"Will Wu be afraid?"

Gojo Satoru chuckled softly, his chest trembling slightly.

"Of course not."

"yes."

Sumire Kawakawa smiled softly.

A low laugh echoed in the overly quiet room, carrying an inexplicable unease.

He was still holding Gojo Satoru's hand, which was resting on the light switch, but he didn't let him turn on the light.

So they stood there silently in the darkness. Neither of them moved.

A moment later, Sumi Kikawa lowered her head slightly, her cool lips landing on Satoru Gojo's collarbone. They then moved slowly up his neck, stopping at his chin, and finally settling on the corner of his lips.

Gojo Satoru did not dodge.

He relaxed his body against the wall, letting the other person slowly kiss him. Until their lips met, they cuddled tenderly and affectionately.

With his eyes closed, the images of the winding mountain road kept replaying in his mind.

The flames surged and the rocks crumbled.

The white-haired man, with his hands in his pockets, stepped out of the flames unharmed, treading on fire powerful enough to burn down mountains and forests.

When those azure eyes opened, the scorching volcanic domain crumbled in an instant. The world seemed to be trampled under his feet with nonchalant ease; even a top-tier cursed spirit was as fragile as a withered branch that could be broken at will in his hands.

Sharp, flamboyant, dangerous.

It was dazzling to the point of being overbearing.

This is completely different from the usual Wu who would snuggle on the sofa and cuddle with him, who would deliberately drag out her voice for pudding, and who would make a fuss for half a day if she missed a single bite of dessert.

But ironically, they are all the same person.

Thinking of this, Sumire Kikawa unconsciously tightened her arms around Satoru Gojo's waist.

He knew he was somewhat excited at that moment.

The emotion welling up in my heart is not just liking, but also a clear and intense longing.

Just the thought that his lover, who would normally cuddle and cuddle him without any defenses at home, could transform into a drawn sword, cold enough to scorch everyone, amidst the scorched earth and raging flames... made his fingertips go numb with excitement.

No one knew how much he wanted to hold that sharp knife from the battlefield, sharp enough to cut everyone, close to his chest, to touch its cold blade with his own hands, even if he was cut and bleeding profusely, he would not let go even a little.

Whether it's admiration for the strong or infatuation with a lover.

Two emotions were intertwined tightly in his heart, inseparable from each other.

He had seen Gojo Satoru's most vulnerable and unguarded side.

And tonight, we also caught a glimpse of his sharpest claws.

As a result, he became even more greedy.

He wanted to hold both of them firmly in his hands, so that everything about this person would belong to him alone.