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

When they got home, Gojo Satoru took off his shoes first, turned into the kitchen with practiced ease, took out some chilled pudding from the refrigerator, and also grabbed a bottle of water for Kikkawa Sumi.

"Give."

Kikawa Sumi took it, and seeing how eagerly the other person was tearing open the packaging, she finally said, "Don't eat anything too cold before bed."

"Okay, Xiaocheng, the housekeeper."

The two of them took a shower one after the other.

Gojo Satoru came out first, his hair haphazardly dried a few times, the ends still dripping wet. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts, sitting cross-legged on the living room carpet, having already connected his game console to the TV, and was looking down at the game list.

Hearing footsteps, he patted the spot next to him without turning around: "Hurry up, hurry up, we haven't decided who won that game last time."

Kikawa Sumi dried her hair and walked over. Seeing the save screen already set up, she sat down next to him.

"Don't we have to work tomorrow?" he said, but his hand had already picked up another handle.

"Just one level," Gojo Satoru said confidently. "Twenty minutes at most, I promise I won't stay up all night."

"You said the same thing last time."

"Huh? What did you say? I can't hear you." Gojo Satoru nimbly opened the interface, unmoved.

Having already witnessed her lover's ability to act shamelessly, Kikawa Sumi could only glance at him helplessly before looking at the screen.

The game started very quickly.

The pixelated figures on the screen jump into the level, and the two barely need to communicate as they control their respective characters to navigate through the traps and bullet hell.

When Gojo Satoru fights seriously, his body will unconsciously sway slightly with the direction the character moves, and he will occasionally let out an exaggerated "Ah!" when he is knocked back.

Kikawa Sumi was much quieter, but her hands never stopped working.

The two already have a very good working relationship.

After all, we've played this level many times before. As for the versus mode, it goes without saying; since we started living together, we've had our share of wins and losses, with neither side consistently dominating the other.

The skill effects flashed wildly on the screen, and the controller buttons were pressed loudly.

"Wow, Cheng, your prediction was incredibly accurate." Gojo Satoru was frantically operating the machine while glancing at the person next to him out of the corner of his eye, and he couldn't stop talking. "But today I have a secret weapon."

Kikawa Sumi stared at the screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard: "What?"

Gojo Satoru's lips curled into a sly smile: "I was thinking, since Xiaocheng is over a hundred years old, shouldn't her reflexes have deteriorated as well? After all, this is the e-sports world that belongs to young people."

He deliberately emphasized the word "young people," drawing it out.

Sumi Kichikawa's fingers paused almost imperceptibly for half a second.

In that half-second opening, Gojo Satoru immediately seized the opportunity and used a gorgeous combo to take down Sumi Kikawa's character.

"KO!"

The word "Victory" popped up on the screen.

Gojo Satoru threw down the controller, cheered like a child who had just received candy, then wrapped his arms around Sumire's neck and leaned in triumphantly: "We won! As expected, when it comes to gaming, it's all about us young people!"

Ever since learning about Sumire's true age range, Satoru Gojo seems to have found the perfect cat toy, using it as an excuse to tease him over and over again.

Sumire looked at the "failure" result on the screen, then turned to look at Satoru Gojo, who was practically pressed against her face, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Satoru, this is interference from outside the game."

"All's fair in war," Gojo Satoru said with a smile, showing no remorse. "What, are you going to get angry with your junior over something so trivial?"

"..." Sumire Kichikawa sighed, "She's not angry."

"If you're not angry, let's play another round!" Gojou Satoru picked up the controller again with great interest. "This time, I'm going to use my skills to defeat this hundred-year-old grandpa!"

Kikawa Sumi stopped talking and focused on operating the machine.

When Gojo saw that he didn't respond and remained quiet for less than half a minute, he suddenly seemed to remember something, moved closer to him, and bumped him with his shoulder.

"One more question."

"What?"

Gojo Satoru slowed down his actions, his eyes still glued to the screen, but a barely perceptible smile crept into his voice: "You were a pirate for so long, do you know how to negotiate with people like a pirate?"

"Won't."

"And what about the hunter? What do they usually do when faced with this situation of waiting in ambush?"

"It depends on what the target is."

"What if it's a person?"

"Forced confession."

"..."

Gojo Satoru paused, turned around, and asked with a complicated expression, "Really?"

Sumire Kichikawa turned her head and gave him a calm look: "I was just kidding."

"Hello!"

Gojo Satoru immediately pounced on him, nearly dropping the game controller.

He grabbed Kikawa Sumi's shoulders, leaned in close, and teased him fiercely with a smile: "You're lying to me without even blinking an eye now. Do you think I'm that easy to fool?"

"Easy to fool."

"You still dare to talk back!"

The character on the screen, having no input, was quickly knocked away by the barrage of bullets, and the word "failure" popped up.

Gojo Satoru had no interest in the game; he was only focused on pressing Kikkawa Sumi down onto the sofa cushion. Kikkawa Sumi let him wriggle around, casually raising her hand to catch one of his arms, preventing him from actually falling.

The two rolled around on the living room carpet, the air conditioner blowing, and the TV screen still showing the results of the failed mission.

In the end, Gojo Satoru, exhausted from laughing, leaned against Susumu Kisakawa, burying his face in the crook of his shoulder. His chest still rose and fell gently from the laughter, and his warm breath brushed against Susumu Kisakawa's ear.

"Xiao Cheng," he called out in a drawn-out voice.

"Um."

"I really don't want to sleep tonight."

Why?

"Because once you fall asleep, tomorrow will come quickly. And once tomorrow is over, there will be fewer days like this where I can stay at home and play games with you."

Sumire Kawakawa touched his soft hair.

"There will be many more days like this after this is over," he said.

Gojo Satoru lifted his head from his shoulder, his eyes sparkling: "Really?"

"Um."

"Then I'll play games every day."

"I didn't agree to that."

Gojo Satoru immediately let out an exaggerated wail and collapsed back down, like a vine that had lost its support. Kikawa Sumi, being pinned down like this, didn't urge him to get up.

I don't know how many rounds we played, but when the screen flashed the result of a draw again, the chattering around me finally stopped.

Kikawa Sumi turned her head and realized that Gojo Satoru had been leaning against the back of the sofa at some point.

He was still loosely holding the handle, his head was nodding, and his eyes were half-closed, clearly extremely sleepy.

The interplay of light and shadow from the television screen shone on Gojo Satoru's face.

Sumi Kichikawa didn't wake him; she simply gazed quietly at the face so close to hers.

He really has a very beautiful and delicate face.

A high, straight nose bridge, and long eyelashes casting fine shadows in the eye sockets.

Sumire Kikawa suddenly remembered how they looked when they first met.

At that time, although Gojo Satoru was always smiling, he was always shrouded in a deep, unyielding sense of fatigue, as if his whole body was being stretched taut by a string.

And now...

Sumire Kichikawa's gaze traced his features closely.

The current Gojo Satoru will act recklessly in front of him without any restraint, cheat to win a game, and tirelessly tease him about his age.

That heavy, suffocating exhaustion had completely disappeared from this person.

Instead, there is a vibrant and bright atmosphere that truly belongs to this age.

As Sumire looked at him, a sudden, uncontrollable tenderness welled up inside her, and she even felt a strange, unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

He seems to really take good care of his cat.

Just then, the system, which had been quiet for a long time, popped up in my mind again in a strange and ambiguous way.

[Tsk tsk.]

Young people just have so much energy! They stay up late and insist on playing games with you, and once they start, it never ends.

The system's original intention was to take the opportunity to mock Sumi Kichikawa for being old and faded, since based on past experience, Sumi Kichikawa was most vulnerable to such age-related shocks.

How's it going? You found a younger partner, are you tired now?

However, the expected cold silence or rebuttal did not occur.

Sumire Kikawa quietly gazed at Satoru Gojo's sleeping face as he leaned against the sofa, listening to his steady breathing.

A moment later, he responded in his mind.

"Um."

【…? 】

The system was somewhat confused.

【What are you saying?】

"You're right." Sumire's gaze fell on Satoru Gojo's hand, which was casually resting on his knee, her eyes gentle.

"He is indeed young."

【…】

The system was utterly speechless. It felt like it had punched a cotton ball, failing to anger Kikawa Sumi and instead being stuffed with something inexplicable.

Sumire Kawakawa ignored the system.

He gently put down the game controller and moved closer.

Gojo Satoru seemed to sense a familiar presence. Instead of flinching, he unconsciously tilted his head towards Sumire Kichikawa, his warm breath gently brushing against her neck.

Sumi Kichikawa lowered her eyes slightly.

He raised his hand and gently brushed aside a stray strand of hair from Gojo Satoru's forehead, then lowered his head and placed a precious and tender kiss on the other's smooth forehead.

"Precisely because they are young..."

"That's why I need to take even better care of him."

He reached out and skillfully and gently picked up the sleeping Gojo Satoru, carrying him towards the bedroom.

The person in his arms grumbled in dissatisfaction, instinctively reaching out to hug his neck, nuzzling their fluffy head against his chest to find a comfortable spot, and then peacefully drifted off to sleep again.