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

Gojo Satoru stared at the empty fork.

Just now, Kikawa Sumi's movement of lowering her head was very light, her lips almost brushing against the tip of the fork. There was no deliberate attempt at ambiguity, but because it was so natural, it felt like being brushed by a cat's tail.

Gojo Satoru blinked.

He suddenly realized that the distance seemed a bit too close.

But Sumi Kichikawa did not dodge.

He wasn't reminded either.

They just eat it and say it's delicious.

Gojo Satoru looked at him thoughtfully.

"Xiao Cheng."

"Um?"

"You're really not afraid of me."

Sumire Kawakawa looked up.

"Why be afraid?"

Gojo Satoru gently tapped the edge of the cake plate with his fork.

"Many people will be afraid."

"Because you're very strong?"

"Also because I'm a lot of trouble."

Sumire Kawakawa thought for a moment.

"You're not in trouble now."

"Now?"

"Hmm," said Sumi Kikawa, "Right now I just want to eat cake and play with puzzles."

Gojo Satoru quieted down again.

Again.

This person is always like this.

Break down those things that are so huge they can overwhelm many people into smaller, manageable pieces.

the strongest.

Six eyes.

The divine child of the Gojo family.

The most uncontrollable yet irreplaceable power in the world of sorcery.

When they arrive at Sumireki's place, they are all temporarily set aside.

Right now, I just want to eat cake.

I want to play with jigsaw puzzles.

I want someone to be with me.

Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed.

"Cheng seems to be very good at making me sound easy to please."

Sumire Kawakawa looked at him.

"You're very easy to please."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Um."

"for example?"

Sumi Kichikawa looked down at the things on the table.

"Pudding, desserts, puzzles, stickers."

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Sumi Kichikawa added, "And also, they said you're cute."

Gojo Satoru was truly stunned this time.

"cute?"

Sumi Kichikawa belatedly realized that she had spoken her thoughts aloud.

He paused for a moment.

But it was not taken back.

"Um."

Gojo Satoru slowly sat up straight.

"Does Cheng think I'm cute?"

The way Gojo Satoru said those words carried a distinct hint of amusement.

If it were someone else, they would probably deny it immediately, or awkwardly explain, "That's not what I meant."

Sumire Kawakawa simply looked at him.

"Um."

Gojo Satoru stared at him.

"What's cute about it?"

Sumi Kichikawa seems to have really started to think.

"When we were eating pudding," he said. "When we were choosing stickers. And when we were pretending we couldn't find the cat's tail."

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Sumi Kikawa continued, "And now."

Gojo Satoru's fingers stopped on the fork handle.

"Now?"

"Hmm." Sumi Kikawa looked at him gently, "Because you asked what's cute about it." He paused, "This is cute too."

Gojo Satoru remained silent for two seconds.

Then he slowly raised his hand and covered his face.

Sumire Kawakawa was somewhat worried.

"Enlightenment?"

Gojo Satoru's voice escaped through his fingers, tinged with a muffled laugh.

"Doctor, you are really something else."

Did I say something wrong?

"no."

Gojo Satoru lowered his hand, a smile still on his lips, but with an inexplicable softness that was more pronounced than usual.

"That's absolutely right."

Sumire looked at him without saying a word.

He just thought Gojo Satoru was cute like that.

She's like an overly bright light, but when someone says "cute," she briefly shows an expression of not knowing how to respond.

Like a proud white cat being stroked in the smoothest way, it tries to pretend it doesn't care, but its tail is already wagging.

Time flies faster in the coffee area than I expected.

They slowly finished the white cat puzzle card, then took it apart and put it back in the box. Gojo Satoru finished his caramel cream cocoa, then confidently took a sip of Kigawa Sumi's latte.

The latte had no sugar.

After finishing his drink, Gojo Satoru wrinkled his nose.

"So mature."

Sumire Kichikawa asked, "You don't like it?"

"I don't dislike it." Gojo Satoru put the cup back, "but it's not as sweet as mine."

"Your drink is too sweet."

"Wouldn't it be better if it were a little sweeter?"

"Occasionally."

"Doctor's approval?"

"Hmm," Sumi Kikawa said, "occasionally."

Gojo Satoru propped his chin up and looked at him.

"Then next time is fine too?"

Sumire Kikawa nodded.

"If not every day."

"Is Cheng going to dictate what I eat every day?"

He was very good at saying ambiguous things in a serious manner, as if he didn't realize the level of intimacy in his words.

Sumi Kichikawa was also unaware of this.

Or rather, he was aware of it, but didn't feel the need to push it away immediately.

He simply replied earnestly, "If you're willing to tell me."

Gojo Satoru suddenly fell silent.

Sumire Kawakawa looked up at him.

"What's wrong?"

Gojo Satoru looked at him for a while, then slowly smiled.

"It's nothing."

He bent down and put the dessert sticker into his pocket, placing it together with the small lucky bag and fruit candies he had previously collected.

"I just feel that Xiaocheng really spoils people."

Sumi Kikawa said, "It's okay to be a little delicate."

Wu Tiao Wu Yi Dian.

Sumire Kawakawa looked at him.

"It's okay to be a little spoiled once in a while."

Gojo Satoru did not respond.

Car headlights flashed past the window, casting a flowing light on the ends of his white hair.

He sat there, his eyes covered by an eye mask, but he was holding a dessert sticker in his hand.

That sense of separation inexplicably softens one's heart.

Sumi Kichikawa did not press the matter further.

He simply pushed the remaining half of the chestnut cake over.

"Here, take this."

Gojo Satoru glanced down.

"Is Cheng not eating?"

"Um."

"Give me?"

"for you."

Gojo Satoru picked up his fork and ate the small half of the cake.

The sweetness melts in your mouth.

He suddenly realized that he had indeed been spoiled a bit by being fed so much.

And surprisingly, he didn't want to resist.

It was already quite late when I left the shop.

The wind outside was cooler than before, and Sumi Kikawa subconsciously switched the shopping bag to her other hand. Satoru Gojo saw this and reached out.

"Give me."

Sumire Kawakawa looked at him.

"Not heavy."

"It contains my stickers and puzzles."

Wu Tiao Wu spoke with great confidence and conviction.

After thinking for a moment, Sumire Kikawa handed him the bag.

"Then take it."

Gojo Satoru took it and shook it in his hand.

The shopping bag contained stickers, puzzle cards, recipes, and some small items for the doctor's appointment. They rattled together, making a slight sound.

Gojo Satoru suddenly found the voice very pleasant to hear.

Like tonight, it was stuffed into a bag.

The two walked forward side by side.

They were about the same height, and their shadows were almost side by side when they fell on the sidewalk. The streetlights stretched their shadows, which were then fragmented by the shadows of the roadside trees.

Occasionally, their shoulders would brush lightly with each step, and neither of them made a point of avoiding it.

Gojo Satoru's sense of distance was never very precise to begin with.

Sumire Kawakawa was able to catch his approach.

And so that little bit of intimacy that should have been corrected was naturally preserved.

When she reached the intersection, Sumi Kikawa stopped.

"I'll take the tram back from here."

Gojo Satoru also stopped.

"Which stops?"

"Two stations."

"Message me when you arrive?"

After those words were spoken, both of them fell silent for a moment.

Because they discovered—

They don't have a way to contact them yet.

We had already eaten pudding together, browsed stationery and bookstores, bought stickers and puzzles, drunk coffee, and even made plans to make pudding together next time.

However, they have not yet exchanged contact information.

Gojo Satoru laughed.

"Xiao Cheng, did we miss a very important step?"

Sumireya Kirikawa realized what was happening.

He took out his phone.

"Add it now?"

"certainly."