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

In the days that followed, Sumi Kichikawa seemed to have completely given up on herself.

When the General Administration summoned Gojo Satoru once, he would randomly pick a high-rise house and demolish it.

He called an extra meeting at the last minute, and then caused half of the wall of a warehouse owned by one of the elders to collapse at night.

As for those old fogies who dare to call Gojo Satoru directly and imply in a sarcastic tone that Kikkawa Sumi is "of unknown origin and dangerous behavior," they will be pleasantly surprised to find this the next morning when they open the curtains.

The garage door of your own house somehow grew legs and moved outside the yard, or a huge hole with a very avant-garde art style appeared out of nowhere on the most treasured load-bearing wall in the ancestral house.

If the other party is just asking Gojo Satoru to have a meeting and doesn't waste too much time, Sumire Kikkawa is usually quite restrained, only demolishing the kitchen or study, and not making much noise.

But if that group deliberately drags things out with Gojo Satoru, talking nonsense over and over again, he'll be a little harsher.

For example, sending the other party's most prized collection room, along with the entire roof, into a prolonged period of repair.

Gojo Satoru showed extremely high, even gloating, support for his boyfriend's simplistic and brutal act of protecting his own.

"Which restaurant is it today?"

On the sofa, Gojo Satoru sat cross-legged, flipping through the summons that Ijichi had just delivered. His tone was one of glee, as if he were enjoying watching a good show. "Oh, it's the elder of the Kamo family. I remember him. He said a lot of bad things about me during the last meeting."

Kikawa Sumire was sitting opposite him, bending down to reinforce several amulets. Hearing this, he slightly raised his eyelashes, his cool gaze falling upon him.

Where does he live?

Without a second thought, Gojo Satoru handed over the page with the address written on it, adding with a smile and chin in hand, "Sumi, be a little gentle, okay? I'm getting old, my bones are brittle, I can't take too much stress."

Sumire Kawakawa took the note and glanced at it.

"Then why did you tell me?"

"Because I believe my son, Cheng, will know what's good for him," Gojou Satoru said confidently.

"You just want to watch the show."

"Oh, that's part of the reason."

Kikawa Sumi glanced at him, then said nothing more, simply lowering her head to finish drawing the last stroke of the incantation.

That evening, no one was injured at the residence of the elder of the Kamo family's collateral branch.

However, the solid wood wall in the study, which had been used for decades and was said to have carried the family's century-long glory, collapsed completely inward without warning.

As the wall collapsed, the hidden compartment behind it was exposed to the air. It was filled with the elder's private accounts that he hadn't had time to destroy, as well as several secret letters that couldn't be brought to light.

When Gojo Satoru received the "battle report" from the front lines the next morning, he burst into laughter, almost sliding off his chair.

"Does this count as buy one get one free?" He excitedly waved his phone at Susumu Kikawa.

Sumire Kawakawa was sitting at the table drinking tea, without even raising an eyebrow.

"He was just unlucky."

"Yes, indeed." Gojo Satoru nodded with a smile. "After all, who would have thought that such an impressive wall would hide so many hidden treasures?"

The director's office suffered one mishap after another, so they naturally suspected Sumi Kichikawa.

Kazukawa Sumi is always efficient and leaves no trace in her work.

There was not a trace of residual cursed energy left at the scene, no extra footprints, and no trace of any spell that could be traced back. Even the nearby surveillance footage was silently and without any human intervention, with the covert assistance of the system.

The people in the supervisory department were frantic. They checked repeatedly, but the final result was only four dry words: No evidence.

The lack of evidence does not mean they have no doubts.

They were almost certain that the recent spate of bizarre "construction accidents" were definitely related to the mysterious and unpredictable partner of Gojo Satoru.

But despite their assertion, they can't produce any concrete evidence. If it comes down to a real confrontation, they can't even come up with a complete accusation.

You can't exactly yell at Gojo Satoru, "We strongly suspect that your boyfriend ran out in the middle of the night and demolished our house. Although we have no evidence, please hand him over."

If you really said that, Gojo Satoru would probably laugh himself to death in the meeting room.

Even if they don't die laughing, they'll definitely use this as an excuse to make them so angry they'll all be buried prematurely.

Thus, thanks to Sumi Sikawa, Satoru Gojo enjoyed a period of considerable comfort and pleasure.

The supervisory department would still summon him reluctantly, but the frequency had visibly decreased dramatically.

Moreover, even if they did call people over, those higher-ups wouldn't dare to rely on their numbers and repeatedly wear down his patience with long and tedious meetings as they used to.

Sometimes, shortly after a meeting begins, when the air quiets down for a moment, several senior executives will exchange nervous glances, as if afraid the ceiling will collapse on their heads at any second.

"Let's stop here for today," the old man sitting in the main seat coughed.

Gojo Satoru, who had been idly playing with his phone, slowly looked up at the question, his tone full of surprise: "So soon? Aren't you going to continue?"

"No need."

"Really not necessary?" Gojo Satoru drawled.

"Really." The other person said through gritted teeth.

"Can I leave now?"

"……Can."

Gojo Satoru turned around happily, and as he reached the door, he turned back to kindly remind her before leaving:

"By the way, since you all have some free time lately, you should still pay attention to the safety of your homes. After all, it's best to renovate old and dilapidated buildings as soon as possible."

With a "click," the door closed.

The meeting room was left in an awkward, deathly silence.

On the way home, Iji gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, glancing at the rearview mirror several times from the driver's seat, looking conflicted and wanting to say something but holding back.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, swallowed hard, and cautiously asked, "Mr. Gojo... was it really alright for you to provoke them like that during the meeting?"

Gojo Satoru leaned back comfortably in the back seat, clutching the limited-edition Kikufuku he had just bought. He was in such a good mood that even the air in the car felt lighter.

"It's okay." He slowly unwrapped the packaging, took a satisfying bite, and mumbled, "Aren't they terrified of dying these days?"

Ichichi: "..."

Gojo Satoru chewed on the soft, sweet treat for a moment, then couldn't help but proudly add, "Besides, Sumi did it with great care."

Iji wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "...Are you referring to Mr. Kikawa's demolition of the house?"

"certainly."

On the other hand, Sumi Kichikawa doesn't actually spend all her energy every day causing trouble for the management department.

In fact, the number of cursed spirits he handled for the college during this period was even more than the total number of the previous months combined.

In some areas, the cursed spirits had already accumulated to a considerable size, making it extremely difficult for ordinary sorcerers to deal with, even in a team. However, after Sumi Kichikawa arrived, she could usually exorcise those cursed spirits completely without spending too much time.

What's even more surprising is that in any area he personally dealt with, a second cursed spirit almost never emerged afterward.

Initially, when the supervisors from the college received the report, they thought there was a problem with the monitoring data or records.

After several confirmations, everyone had to admit a shocking fact: this was no coincidence.

Those places that were once muddy and filled with malice seem to have had their negative emotions eradicated by some force.

For at least a long time, that land will no longer be a breeding ground for cursed spirits to breed and wreak havoc.

This undoubtedly saves higher vocational colleges a huge amount of effort from the root cause.

When Gojo Satoru saw the report, he was lying on Sumi Kikawa's lap eating dessert.

He turned two pages and looked up at Sumireki.

"So now Xiaocheng is not only responsible for demolishing houses, but also for permanent after-sales service?"

"I wasn't in charge of demolishing the houses."

"Oh, so it's just to let me vent my anger."

Sumi Kichikawa fell silent again.

Gojo Satoru immediately laughed and reached out to hook the corner of his clothes.

"Okay, I know Xiaocheng is the best. You've been busy with missions and helping me get revenge lately. Thank you for your hard work."

Kikawa Sumi didn't reply, but her fingers naturally landed on his hair and gently combed it twice.

Gojo Satoru comfortably squinted his eyes and buried his face in his stomach.

"But that's good too," he said. "At least the administration won't be dumping all sorts of random tasks on me because they're short-staffed anymore."

"Didn't you always say you were the strongest?"

Even the strongest need rest.

"It would be even better if you had realized this while you were staying up all night playing games yesterday."

"Playing video games is not the same as playing video games; it's a form of mental relaxation."

Sumi Kichikawa looked down at him.

Gojo Satoru looked up and added confidently, "Besides, I have a family now, so I can't work too hard."

Kikawa Sumi remained silent, but in the end, she couldn't resist curving her lips, lowering her head to pinch his chin and kiss him.

"Good to know."

[Author's Note: I've recently seen a lot of discussion about the character designs of Megumi and Wild Rose. To be honest, based on my experience reading and writing fanfiction, I thought Maki would be the most controversial character, but it turns out to be these two, which is quite surprising.]

First, I'd like to talk about my original intention in creating this work.

My purpose in writing this article is very simple—to create a parallel world where everyone can understand and care for Wu's healing abilities.

Therefore, the change in the characters' attitudes is necessary. If their changes are not written, and they still exist in the state they were in later in the original work, then the premise that "everyone is protecting Satoru" will not hold true at all, and this story will not exist.

Some people have suggested that my character portrayal is an attempt to "whitewash" the character. Regarding this, I'd like to clarify my understanding of "whitewashing":

I think whitewashing is about forcibly giving reasons to excuse mistakes, such as "he actually had no choice" or "he was good at heart but was forced into it."

But I never gave anyone such a reason in my article from beginning to end. I didn't even explain their later actions because my timeline didn't even go that far.

What I wrote was based on the initial character settings to deduce the possibility of reversing stereotypes. My understanding is simple: judging from their initial behavior, at least their concern for Hisahito Itadori and the warmth of fighting alongside him, they are not hopelessly evil people, are they?

I set the timeline before everything started because I wanted to use the temperature shown in the early stages to deduce a "possible" direction—if someone showed them the pressure Gojo was under, and made them realize that Gojo was just an ordinary person, not omnipotent, or even if someone tore off that label and showed them the inner self of Gojo Gojo, and made them aware of their stereotypes about Gojo Gojo, would they also be able to treat Gojo Gojo better?

Fan fiction is essentially an "what if" scenario, and the one I chose is the "what if" scenario where "they can also understand and take care of Satoru".

That's it.

Of course, I understand that everyone's understanding of a character is different. Some readers may feel that their nature is irredeemable and beyond redemption, but I think they can still be saved. This all comes down to personal understanding and judgment of them.

Moreover, I think that a person's understanding of a character must be based on their own experience, personality, and even way of thinking. Everyone is different, with different pasts and perceptions, so it is perfectly normal for disagreements to occur, especially in fan fiction.

Because the original work belongs only to the original author, only the author knows what he was really thinking when he started writing. Of course, it is also possible that he himself does not know.

Therefore, it's normal for everyone to have different opinions about the character, and I welcome friendly discussions.

However, I personally still can't accept using the term "whitewashing" to define my writing.

In short, reading is all about having fun. I hope everyone enjoys reading my stories and finds their own healing in this parallel world. [Heart emoji]