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

Sumi Kichikawa's kiss traveled down Gojo Satoru's jawline, finally stopping at the corner of his lips.

He stopped, pulled away slightly, raised his hand and touched his face, his fingertips slowly tracing the edge of the blindfold. Then he leaned down and kissed the black fabric that covered his azure eyes with almost reverence.

Darkness cannot obscure six eyes.

Gojo Satoru sensed almost instantly that Sumi Kichikawa was acting strangely that night.

Beneath the seemingly restrained movements lay an astonishingly intense emotion, like a giant beast lurking beneath the deep sea finally emerging to calmly and intently gaze upon its chosen one.

But instead of feeling uncomfortable, he raised the corners of his lips even higher.

"Why is Dr. Sumi being so enthusiastic today?" He deliberately dragged out his words, raising his hand to gently place it on Sumi's shoulder. "Did you miss me?"

Sumi Kichikawa did not answer immediately.

He simply looked down at Gojo Satoru, his gaze slowly moving from the eyes covered by the eyepatch to the other's slightly upturned lips.

Then he bent down again.

"Mmm." Sumi Kichikawa's voice was low, with a slightly hoarse tone after suppressing her emotions. "I missed you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed Gojo Satoru again.

Their lips rubbed together slowly, and his hand gently supported the back of Gojo Satoru's neck, without any hint of coercion in his movements.

But Gojo Satoru only responded lightly, and that already precarious restraint completely broke down.

Kikawa Sumi suddenly pinned the man against the wall, carefully placing her arm behind Gojo Satoru's waist to prevent him from hitting the cold wall.

The kiss deepened little by little, and their breathing became erratic.

He still didn't turn on the light, and the darkness made all the subtle sounds exceptionally clear.

The rustling of fabric against fabric, the gradually overlapping breaths, and the occasional muffled groans.

In the darkness, the two intertwined and rubbed together.

Catching his breath, Gojo Satoru even had time to ask him a question.

"Where did Xiaocheng go tonight?"

Kikawa Sumi didn't answer, but turned her head and kissed him hard on the corner of his lips again.

Gojo Satoru's smile widened: "Aren't you going to explain?"

Kikawa Sumi's slender fingers gently stroked the corner of his eye.

Through the blindfold, his fingertips then traced the contours of his cheeks downwards, brushing across his chin, and finally resting on his neck, which he had just kissed repeatedly and which was now slightly red.

"I don't want to explain at this time."

"How willful!"

"Does Satoru not like it?"

Gojo Satoru chuckled softly, then suddenly raised his hand, gripped the back of Kisakawa Sumi's neck tightly, and pulled her back towards him until their noses touched.

"I like it."

His voice was filled with undisguised joy and excitement.

I love it so much!

This answer was like the final key to completely unlock the cage.

The barely maintained composure in Sumire Kikawa's eyes vanished completely at this moment.

His kiss landed again, with an even hotter temperature. His hand caressed Gojo Satoru's waist heavily, as if measuring and tracing the familiar contours repeatedly, as if trying to imprint his mark on every inch of skin.

Gojo Satoru keenly noticed his change.

Xiao Cheng was definitely acting differently tonight.

When reason prevails and one chooses to succumb, intense love mixed with desire reveals a stubbornness bordering on neurotic.

But Gojo Satoru didn't remind him; he even seemed to enjoy the rare moment when Sumire Kichikawa was out of control.

After witnessing firsthand his own coldness, danger, and near-inhumanity in the eyes of others, Kikawa Sumi did not back down. Instead, she returned here with an undisguised longing and embraced him in the darkness.

This filled Gojo Satoru's chest with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"So, Cheng likes me this way."

He pressed his lips to Kikawa Sumi's, a smile playing on his lips, and whispered.

Sumi Kichikawa paused slightly.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand, hooked his fingertips around the edge of the blindfold, and pulled it down.

The azure eyes were clearly visible in the darkness, staring intently at the person in front of them.

"You got excited because you saw me fighting?"

He asked bluntly, with a hint of smugness in his tone.

Looking into those pale blue eyes, Sumire Kikawa calmly replied, "I'm very excited."

Gojo Satoru blinked slightly.

Kikawa Sumi's palm touched his cheek, her fingertips gently stroking the corner of his eye, which was so beautiful it seemed unreal.

"Wu was so captivating tonight, I couldn't take my eyes off him."

Gojo stared at him for a while, then suddenly chuckled softly.

He raised his hand and gently held the back of Kikawa Sumi's neck again.

"That move you made tonight was pretty impressive too."

Sumi Kichikawa paused slightly.

Gojo Satoru suddenly moved even closer.

"I almost didn't see it clearly," Gojo Satoru said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "That's not something an ordinary technique can do, is it?"

Sumi Kichikawa did not answer.

Gojo Satoru didn't press him, but his fingertips remained on the back of his neck, feeling the muscles there that were slightly taut from tension.

"I was wondering," Gojo Satoru said slowly, "why did Sumi just happen to be there?"

"It seems you know some things I don't."

Sumi Kichikawa lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow in the darkness.

"I will find out the truth."

"Um?"

"Those cursed spirits, and the people hiding behind them." His voice remained calm, but his eyes gleamed with an uncontrollable chill and killing intent.

"If you want to hurt Satoru, you should be prepared to die."

Gojo Satoru stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into a cheerful laugh.

"How scary, Dr. Kosumi."

Sumire Kichikawa raised her eyes to look at him.

Instead of backing away, Gojo Satoru moved closer, their noses almost touching, his eyes full of indulgence and expectation.

"However, I am very happy."

Gojo Satoru's fingers tightened slightly.

"Xiao Cheng," he said with a smile, "give me more surprises, I'm looking forward to it."

Kikawa Sumi looked at him for a while, then suddenly lowered her head and kissed him again.

This time, Gojo Satoru didn't tease him anymore. He raised his hand and held the back of Kisakawa Sumi's neck, bringing the two of them even closer.

The strength that is usually hidden by a soft exterior is revealed without reservation at this moment, and the kiss is unreserved.

He was naturally happy.

You could even say they were a little too happy.

Sumi Kawakawa admires him on the battlefield.

And he, too, could not refuse Sumi Kichikawa tonight.

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

It possesses unknown power, can severely injure a top-tier cursed spirit with a single blow, and can even briefly interfere with the observation of the Six-Eyed.

Xiao Cheng might really be strong enough to cross that invisible boundary and truly reach the heights he can see.

Just thinking about this possibility sent a long-lost chill through Gojo Satoru's body.

They both knew that the other was not entirely normal.

Neither of them tried to pull the other back onto the so-called normal track; they simply hugged each other even tighter.

The intimacy that night was more intense than ever before.

For once, Sumire Kikkawa lost her composure.

His lips kissed Gojo Satoru's eyes, collarbone, and waist again and again, almost obsessively memorizing every contour.

At first, Gojo would try to amuse him with a smile.

"Honey, the students will see this tomorrow."

Kikawa Sumi lowered her head and placed another kiss on his neck.

"You'll know it's mine when you see it."

The smile in Gojo Satoru's eyes deepened little by little.

He raised his hand and held the back of Kikawa Sumi's neck, pulling her closer and letting that possessive tenderness leave its mark on him.

Even as the night grew darkest, Sumi Kichikawa still hadn't completely let go of his hand.

Gojo Satoru nestled in his arms, his silver-white hair scattered across the pillow. A noticeable mark remained on his neck as he closed his eyes slightly to rest, while Kikkawa Sumi stared intently at the person in his arms.

Gojo Satoru, with his eyes closed, said, "Still watching me?"

Sumire Kawakawa stroked the ends of his hair.

"Um."

"Haven't you seen enough today?"

"not enough."

Gojo Satoru smiled slightly.

"He's really greedy."

Sumi Kichikawa did not refute.

He simply lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of Gojo Satoru's eye.

"Go to sleep."

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes, raised his hand and touched Sumi Kichikawa's face, his fingertip lingering under the other's eyes for a moment.

"Xiao Cheng."

"Um?"

"Next time something like this happens, remember to call me."

Sumi Kichikawa's eyes flickered slightly.

Gojo Satoru didn't explain what he meant by "this kind of thing," but just smiled and looked at Sumireki.

After a moment of silence, Kikawa Sumi reached out and pulled him into a tighter embrace.

"it is good."

Gojo Satoru seemed to have finally received a satisfactory answer and closed his eyes.

A moment later, he lazily added:

"Also, we want to eat pudding tomorrow."

The lingering gloom in Sumire's eyes was finally diluted by helplessness and indulgence.

"it is good."