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

He then opened another document.

It's about the mixed reviews of Gojo Satoru.

Some criticized Gojo Satoru for being arrogant and conceited; others complained that he had a bad personality, acted solely on his whims, and never considered the consequences; still others thought he was overly frivolous, always lacking seriousness, and completely lacking the composure expected of a top-tier mage.

Looking at these comments, Sumi Kichikawa gradually came to understand the somewhat strange sense of social distance that always carried a hint of mockery in Satoru Gojo.

As perceptive as he is, he probably noticed it long ago.

If he always wears a stern, serious, and indifferent expression, displaying the absolute power and oppressive aura of a strongman to the world without any concealment, others will only fear him more.

They will push him to a position that is further away from the crowd, higher, and more lonely.

Look up to him, depend on him, and guard against him.

But she would never approach him.

Seriousness breeds fear, while frivolity breeds contempt; neither is a good choice, yet Gojo Satoru chose the latter.

Perhaps it's because the latter would at least allow him to get a little closer to the crowd.

Sumi Kichikawa suddenly understood why she felt during their first meeting that this seemingly omnipotent man had never been properly cared for by anyone.

It's not because Gojo Satoru has no one around him.

On the contrary, as the head of the Gojo family and the strongest in the world of jutsu, he was always surrounded by many people.

It's just that those people need him, depend on him, look up to him, and even fear him.

What they always saw was the inviolable six eyes of the Gojo family, the strongest sorcerer of the era, Gojo Satoru, who was capable of changing the balance of the entire sorcery world single-handedly.

But few people would stop and look him seriously into the eyes, asking him: Are you tired?

Kikawa Sumi remained silent for a long, long time before re-encrypting and saving the data and locking the screen.

He didn't put down his phone immediately, but just let the screen go dark.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the Cold War that had occurred not long ago.

That day, Gojo Satoru didn't complain as he usually did, nor did he laugh and argue with him.

He simply stared intently at Kikawa Sumi with his pale blue eyes, his voice deep and cold, and asked him, "Do you think that as long as things are eventually resolved, it doesn't matter what happens to you?"

Sumire Kawakawa did not answer at the time.

Because at the time, Sumi Kichikawa didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.

As long as the outcome is necessary, paying some price in the process is within an acceptable range. As for whether that price falls on him or not, it doesn't make much difference to him.

It was precisely this silence that thoroughly enraged Gojo Satoru.

At that time, although Sumi Kizawa promised to be more careful in the future in order to appease him, she did not fully understand what Gojo Satoru was really angry about.

Only now, at this very moment, looking at his beloved who was holding him tightly even in his sleep, did he finally understand.

It turns out that watching someone you care about not taking you seriously and recklessly squandering their life is such a helpless and painful thing.

Gojo Satoru must have hoped that Kikkawa Sumi could learn to love herself as much as she loved Gojo Satoru.

That's why Gojo Satoru was so angry and scared when he saw Sumi Kiseki treat his injuries so casually.

At this very moment, holding the exhausted and sleeping Gojo Satoru in her arms, Kikkawa Sumi also felt the same almost obsessive desire as him.

He hoped that Gojo Satoru would cherish him as much as he loved Sumi Kiseki.

Don't assume that just because you are strong enough, you can take on all the messes and burdens in this world.

Don't underestimate physical exhaustion just because those tasks weren't life-threatening for him.

Thinking about this, Sumire Kikawa suddenly found it somewhat laughable.

Two people who neither knew how to love themselves were stumbling and learning how to love each other.

None of them have the right to lecture the other.

But perhaps it is precisely because they are of the same kind that, in the long years to come, they may indeed be able to teach each other little by little through daily embraces.

This is more anticipated than anything else.

Kikawa Sumi put down her phone, adjusted her posture, and held the person in her arms more securely.

Perhaps sensing this subtle movement, Gojo Satoru finally showed signs of waking up. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a long while, he slowly opened his eyelids.

Having just awakened from a deep sleep, those usually sharp, all-seeing blue eyes were now veiled with a rare, unguarded bewilderment.

Gojo Satoru stared at Sumireki for a few seconds.

He seemed to be slowly discerning the time, or perhaps he just wanted to confirm whether he was still being held securely in this warm embrace.

After confirming, he didn't even bother to move, burying his face deeper into the crook of Kikawa Sumi's neck, his voice hoarse and indistinct, with a strong nasal tone.

"Xiao Cheng..."

"Um."

"What time is it?"

"It's still early."

"Then sleep a little longer."

Before he finished speaking, the arm around Kikawa Sumi's waist tightened, as if he was determined not to let go.

Kikawa Sumi lowered her eyes, and her warm palm naturally covered the back of his neck, stroking it gently without any intention of urging him to get up.

By the time he had slept enough and was fully awake, the morning light outside the window was already bright.

The spot next to her still retained warmth; Sumi Kichikawa had already gotten out of bed.

After washing up, Gojo Satoru, with his unkempt and unruly silver hair, leaned against the kitchen door as if he had no bones.

He squinted his beautiful eyes and quietly stared at the figure inside who was busy with something inside.

A faint aroma of food was already wafting through the kitchen.

Breakfast was served as usual, with just the right amount of food on the table. Next to it was a packed lunchbox.

These were all routines for Sumire Kikkawa, and Satoru Gojo was already used to them. But what made him stop looking at the table at this moment was a light-colored confectionery box that would never normally appear.

Gojo Goshin got up and walked over, casually lifting the transparent box lid.

The once empty box is now filled with several kinds of desserts, neatly arranged and categorized.

The small portion of cream daifuku is only the size of two bites; the fruit tart has less sugar and is topped with fresh and sweet berries; the dark chocolate with plenty of nut bits is cut into the smallest pieces that are easy to swallow; there are individually packaged portable yokan (sweet bean jelly), and even a few small pieces of honey dessert that exude a rich aroma.

Gojo Satoru stood there, staring at the box of sweets for a while before turning to look at Kikkawa Sumi.

"Why is Xiaocheng suddenly being so lenient with me today?"

As Sumi Kichikawa was putting the lid on the bento box, she paused slightly upon hearing this.

He did not answer immediately.

After a while, he turned around and said softly, "I just suddenly realized that I may not have taken good care of Wu before."

Gojo Satoru quieted down.

He leaned against the dining table, his gaze lingering for a moment on the carefully prepared box of pastries before slowly returning to Sumi Kichikawa's face.

Sumire Kawakawa is not the kind of person who would change her principles and habits without a reason.

Gojo Satoru's mind raced for a moment, and he immediately thought of Furukawa Rin, who had been following Sumirei Suzuki last night.

Perhaps that person said something to Sumi Kichikawa that caused him to suddenly change his attitude.

He put the lid back on, walked to Susumu Kikawa's side, stretched out his arms, and hugged him tightly.

"Xiao Cheng has taken very good care of me."

He rested his chin on Susumu Kikkawa's shoulder, his deep voice gently falling into Susumu Kikkawa's ear, sounding both gentle and earnest.

Sumire Kikawa lowered her eyes.

He didn't refute or argue about how negligent he had been in the past; he simply raised his hand and hugged Gojo Satoru's back.

"I will take better care of you from now on," he promised, word by word.

Gojo Satoru stared at his profile for a while, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"I'm very difficult to raise."

"I know."

The smile in Gojo Satoru's eyes grew wider, as if something warm was filling his chest. He used a little force to turn Kisakawa Sumi's body around, lowered his head, and kissed her without warning.

Only when Sumi Kichikawa indulgently raised her hand and firmly supported the back of his neck in response did Gojo Satoru step back a little distance with satisfaction.

"This is a thank you gift for breakfast." He smiled, his eyes and brows beaming.

"Eat first." Sumire Kichikawa patted his back.

"Okay, Dr. Kosuke."

Gojo Satoru finally let go of him, and in a great mood, he casually hugged the box of snacks to his arms and took it along with his lunchbox to the vocational high school.