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

The night air carried the slight chill of early autumn, but the moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a warm feeling mixed with the aroma of food.

As usual, the three first-year students were "brought" back by Gojo Satoru for dinner.

It was called "leading," but really it was just that after the afternoon training, Gojo Satoru casually said, "Sumi is going to make a big meal today," and Itadori Yuujin and Kugizaki Nobara's eyes lit up, and they followed without hesitation.

Before Fushiguro Megumi could even speak, Itadori grabbed her by the neck and dragged her over.

In the entryway, three people were squeezing together to change their shoes when a soft clinking sound of porcelain came from the kitchen.

Sumire Kichikawa came out carrying the last dish of hot soup.

He changed into a light-colored loungewear set, the cuffs loosely rolled up to his elbows. The warm yellow light fell on his gentle and calm face, making him look so soft and without any aggression.

Wearing slippers, Itsuki stared blankly as he steadily placed the soup bowl down, and couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, "...I really couldn't tell."

"Yeah." Kugizaki tossed his short hair and nodded in deep agreement. "Who would believe that this is the kind of person who beat the seniors and the others to a pulp this afternoon?"

Fushiguro Megumi didn't speak, but her gaze slowly shifted from the beautifully arranged dishes on the table to Sumi Kikawa.

Recalling the incredibly close one-sided domination that afternoon, and then looking at the unbelievable domestic charm emanating from this person in front of me...

The intense sense of separation caused a subtle, complex look to appear in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Gojo Satoru didn't find it strange at all.

Having returned to his own territory, Gojo Satoru appeared quite at ease. He leaned lazily against the kitchen doorframe, smiling as he looked at his students, his tone even carrying a hint of undisguised boasting.

"Our Xiaocheng is a woman who can handle both formal and domestic duties, fight like a top-tier fighter, and also keep the kids in line."

Kikawa Sumi was setting the table when she heard this. She looked up and gave him a brief, indifferent glance.

"Wu, go wash your hands."

"Yes—" The strongest sorcerer, who had just been showing off, immediately raised his hands obediently, dragging out his words, and turned to walk towards the restroom.

Tiger Cane couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Once at the table, Kugizaki initially wanted to be mindful of the high school girl's modesty, but after taking the first bite, he couldn't stop eating.

"Delicious!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling, though her words were muffled.

"It's so delicious!" Itajimaru buried his head in his food, his cheeks bulging. "Dr. Kikawa is such an amazing cook!"

Fushiguro Megumi ate quietly. Although she didn't shout and yell like the two next to her, her tense brows and eyes relaxed noticeably, and she even ate faster.

Halfway through the meal, as my stomach warmed up, the conversation unconsciously drifted back to the afternoon's training session.

"Dr. Kikawa," Itadori said, biting his chopsticks, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he recalled the clash earlier that day, "Did you really only use physical techniques this afternoon? Your speed is incredible! When Panda-senpai flew out, I didn't even see his afterimage!"

Kugizaki also put down his chopsticks and looked up: "That's right, Maki-senpai's close combat is one of the best in the entire high school, but she couldn't even last half a minute in your hands, she was completely suppressed."

Fushiguro Megumi did not ask a question immediately, but her gaze also fell on Sumire Kichikawa.

He observed more meticulously than the other two, and his eyes revealed a deeper level of inquiry.

"Your physical skills..." Fushiguro Megumi said cautiously, holding her bowl, "are quite different from the training methods of the sorcerers we've encountered."

"Because my fighting style wasn't something I learned systematically; it's more of a self-taught approach." Kikawa Sumi put down her chopsticks, her expression devoid of pride.

"Maki's physical attributes are indeed very good, but her attack habits are too obvious and too easy to predict. Panda is very strong, but once his center of gravity and point of force are caught in close combat, his size advantage will become a disadvantage. As for Dog Roll, his spells are hard to defend against, but as long as you keep your eyes on him and anticipate when he will open his throat to interrupt him, it is not difficult to deal with him."

Itajō's eyes lit up, and he almost forgot to eat: "Wow, that's amazing! Will Dr. Kirikawa teach us too?"

"Exactly!" Kugizaki immediately sat up straight and chimed in confidently, "Now that you're our advisor, you can't just give extra lessons to second-year students, can you?"

Fushiguro Megumi gazed calmly at Sumireki, her dark green eyes clearly seeking an answer, though she remained silent.

Faced with three pairs of clear, longing eyes gazing at her, Kikawa Sumi's usually calm face softened slightly.

"I will teach you," he replied gently.

"Great!" Itadori immediately cheered.

Kugizaki smiled with satisfaction: "That's more like a competent consultant."

Just as the atmosphere at the dinner table was starting to liven up a bit, Fushiguro Megumi suddenly asked:

"Then why didn't you use the technique this afternoon?"

The surrounding sounds quieted slightly because of those words.

Itadori and Kugizaki subconsciously turned to look at Sumireki.

This is also a question that has been lingering in their minds.

When Sumi Kikawa suppressed the second-year students, there was no trace of any magical energy flowing through her body; she only used close-combat techniques throughout.

Teacher Gojo himself said that this person possesses the ability to exorcise a Special-Rank monster with his bare hands. But in this man's eyes, the match that Maki-senpai considered a battle of pride that afternoon... didn't even seem like he took it seriously?

Kikawa Sumi met the three children's gazes without flinching, simply placing a piece of food on Gojo Satoru's plate and casually replying:

"There's no need."

"Is it unnecessary?" Kugizaki was taken aback.

"Hmm." Sumi Kichikawa nodded, saying casually, "That level of skill isn't necessary for now."

Itadori's hand, which was about to shovel rice into his mouth, froze in mid-air. Kugizaki slowly put down his chopsticks, and Fushiguro Megumi's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

Itadori swallowed hard, his eyes widening slightly, his voice trembling: "So... Dr. Kirikawa wasn't paying attention at all this afternoon?"

Gojo Satoru, who hadn't said a word, sat next to Sumi Kikawa, resting his chin on his hand, slowly chewing his food, smiling without saying a word.

But the face hidden behind the sunglasses clearly proclaimed, "See? See? I told you my Xiaocheng is amazing!"

Kugizaki got angry when he saw Kugizaki's smug expression: "Teacher, do you know something?"

"I know a lot~" Gojou Satoru said with a smile, keeping everyone in suspense. Then he turned to look at Sumi Kikawa, his eyes softening. "But Sumi's trump card is something Sumi herself has to decide when to reveal it."

Unable to get a direct answer, Itajō immediately stroked his chin and turned to his companions to start making wild guesses:

"Do you think Dr. Kikawa could possibly shatter the domain with a single punch?"

"It's possible," Fukuro Megumi pondered. "Perhaps he had already done something similar when that Special Class dog from the Juvenile Academy was dealt with."

Kugizaki's imagination ran even wilder: "Could it be that we can dismantle the cursed spirits bit by bit?"

"Wow, so cool!" Itadori's eyes sparkled. "Like a doctor performing surgery on a patient?"

Kugizaki rolled his eyes at him: "Your analogy is so weird. What kind of doctor performs surgery on a cursed spirit?"

Itadori said, feeling wronged, "But Dr. Kikawa is a doctor!"

As he listened to the students' earnest guesses, Gojo Satoru's smile deepened.

He had no intention of helping to dispel the mystery; he was simply enjoying the casual conversation with amusement.

On the contrary, Sumi Kichikawa, who was being discussed as a "deity," sighed helplessly, curled her well-defined fingers, and gently tapped them twice on the wooden tabletop.

Thump, thump.

"The food is getting cold, let's eat first."

His authoritative aura, typical of a patriarch, silenced the three chattering children.

"Yes……"

The children immediately stopped talking, and obediently picked up their chopsticks and began to eat their rice in unison.