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

During lunch break, Miyazawa Chinatsu pushed open the office door and immediately saw the car reviews on Kigawa Sumi's computer screen.

She placed the documents on the table, then paused, surprised. "Dr. Qichuan, you want to buy a car?"

"I have that idea." Sumi Kichikawa closed the medical record folder in her hand.

"Didn't you say before that it wasn't necessary for the time being?" Miyazawa Chinatsu blinked, then suddenly remembered something and smiled. "Now you think it's convenient? For picking up whom?"

Sumire Kichikawa looked up at her.

Miyazawa Chinatsu immediately raised her hands and smiled as she left.

Before the door closed, she peeked out again and added, "If you're going to be carrying tall people a lot, a compact car might not be suitable. I'm just suggesting this from a practical point of view."

Sumire Kichikawa was silent for a moment, then said, "...Thank you."

The door closed, and a soft chuckle, barely suppressed, echoed down the corridor.

Kikawa Sumi looked at the screen again, tapped the touchpad twice with her fingertips, turned off the compact car she had just seen, and filtered through the options again.

Buying a car is not romantic in itself.

Car model, fuel consumption, insurance, monthly parking fee—each item is troublesome.

But when these cold, hard data points are followed by five insights, things change.

His car first needs to have enough space in the passenger seat because that person has long legs, and it would be uncomfortable if it were too narrow. Then the seat needs to be comfortable because that person might fall asleep while eating dessert in the car.

Also, the cup holder must be conveniently located, because that person will always have an unbelievably sweet drink in their hand.

As for the color...

Kikawa Sumi reset the filter criteria, clicked on the interior picture of a dark blue SUV, and stared at it for a long time.

Dark blue would be nice.

Unassuming and dirt-resistant, if Gojo Satoru were sitting in the passenger seat, his white hair would stand out against the dark interior.

My phone vibrated; it was a photo of Gojo Satoru's lunch check-in.

The vegetables in the lunchbox were pushed aside by the chopsticks, forming a sad, crying face.

[Insight: They don't seem to want to be eaten.]

Kikawa Sumi lowered her head and chuckled softly. Instead of urging him not to be a picky eater as usual, she slowly typed out a line:

[Sumi Kawakawa: Are you free on Saturday? I want to go look at cars.]

The other party replied to the message almost instantly, their joy practically overflowing from the screen.

[Wu: So fast? Can I go? I want to sit in the passenger seat!]

[Sumi Kawakawa: Come on. Consider this a preview of your seat.]

Gojo Satoru sent a "cat looking forward to it" emoji, and Sumi Kichikawa smiled and closed her phone.

Saturday was a clear and sunny day.

When Sumire Kichikawa arrived at the entrance of the car dealership, Satoru Gojo was already waiting there.

He leaned against the railing, holding a cup of strawberry cream drink in his hand.

"Sumi!" Upon seeing him, Gojo Satoru immediately straightened up, waved, and handed him a sweet drink with a smile. "Want to try some? It's a new product."

Looking at the mountain of cream piled on top, Sumi Kikawa sighed, "Did you eat breakfast?"

Gojo Satoru's eyes darted around nervously for a moment.

Kikawa Sumi didn't say anything, but simply reached out and took the cloyingly sweet drink, taking a small sip. The sweetness was overwhelming.

He paused for two seconds, handed the drink back to Gojo Satoru, and commented, "It's like drinking a smashed cake straight away."

Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up: "Isn't that amazing?"

"I'm not praising it."

"But Xiaocheng drank it."

Sumire Kichikawa paused.

Gojo Satoru smiled smugly: "See, it's not unacceptable after all."

Sumire Kichikawa took a paper bag out of her bag and handed it over.

"Eat this first."

Gojo Satoru looked down: "For me?"

"Um."

The paper bag contained sandwiches, neatly wrapped in parchment paper, with a small fruit candy next to them.

When Gojo Satoru saw the candy, his smile softened noticeably.

"Why did Xiaocheng even prepare candy?"

"I'm afraid someone will protest because they can't have sweets." Sumi Kichikawa's eyes crinkled into a smile as she stepped inside. "Let's go."

The showroom was spacious and bright, and sales staff quickly came to greet us.

Gojo Satoru followed beside him, munching on a sandwich, showing great interest in every car. His long legs moved between the different models, and he muttered complaints about the interior and space.

Finally, the two stopped in front of a dark blue SUV. The car's lines were sleek and composed.

"This one's nice." Gojo Satoru circled it once, then turned to look at Sumi Kikawa. "It's perfect for Sumi."

"Where would be a good place?"

"He looks very composed, but he's not boring at all." Gojo Satoru leaned closer, staring at him through his sunglasses, his tone teasing.

Kikawa Sumi's ears burned slightly. She opened the passenger door and interrupted him, "Get in and try it."

Gojo Satoru smiled as he sat down, adjusted the seat rails to settle his long legs, then leaned back comfortably and buckled his seatbelt.

Sumi Kichikawa stood outside the car door, watching Satoru Gojo sit in his future car, his white hair falling beside the dark seats.

A wonderful sense of satisfaction instantly filled my chest—like an object that doesn't yet belong to me, but has already been imbued with the warmth of life because of this person's existence.

Sumi Kichikawa walked to the driver's side and sat down.

In the cramped car interior, the air was instantly filled with the two people's breaths.

Gojo Satoru excitedly touched the center console: "I can put my cup here."

"Then I need to explain the first rule for the passenger seat," said Sumi Kikawa, fastening her seatbelt without looking up, "You're not allowed to make a mess of your desserts everywhere."

"Five exclusive clauses for Satoru?"

"Yes." Sumire Kikawa turned her head to look at him, her gaze sweeping over the seatbelt on his shoulder, and gently pressed it down. "Secondly, fasten your seatbelt. And don't suddenly lean in while I'm driving."

Gojo couldn't understand: "Why can't we come closer?"

Kikawa Sumi remained unfazed: "I'll get distracted."

Gojo Satoru was quiet for a moment, then obediently sat up straight.

The subsequent test drive went exceptionally smoothly.

Kikawa Sumi drove very steadily. Gojo Satoru initially looked out the window, but soon his gaze blatantly fell on the driver's seat.

The car came to a smooth stop at the red light.

"Satoru, you need to help watch the road," Sumire Kichikawa said helplessly.

"The passenger doesn't need to look at the road," Gojo Satoru said, propping his chin on his hand, completely self-righteous.

"The passenger in the front seat also bears responsibility."

"Then I'll be in charge of observing the driver's condition." Gojo Satoru pretended to be serious as he looked the driver over, then announced with a smile, "The driver is indeed very handsome and reliable, suitable for long-term cooperation."

The salesperson sat in the back row, silently looking out the window.

After the test drive, the two returned to the reception table. The salesperson took out a price list and began to explain the installment plans, insurance, and gifts in detail.

"Mr. Qichuan works very hard, and buying a car will make his commute much easier, and it will also be more convenient for him to go out with friends." The salesperson smiled and pushed the brochure closer.

Gojo Satoru sat next to them, biting into the remaining half of his sandwich and slowly sipping his drink, without participating in their discussion.

Ultimately, his only responsibility was to accompany Sumi Kichikawa.

Until he heard Sumi Kichikawa calmly interrupt the sales pitch.

"I'm particularly concerned about the space in the passenger seat."

The salesperson immediately chimed in, "The passenger seat space is indeed quite good for its class; Mr. Gojo should have noticed that when he sat in it earlier."

"Yes." Sumire Kichikawa nodded and said seriously, "His comfort is the most important thing."

The salesperson paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded repeatedly.

But Gojo Satoru, who was sitting to the side, suddenly froze, with half a sandwich still in his mouth.

He turned his head and looked at Sumi Kichikawa's calm profile.

Suddenly, the details of Susumu Kikkawa looking at cars today flashed through my mind—he ruled out compact cars without hesitation, cared about legroom, and even when he said he wanted to take over the passenger seat, I replied as a matter of course, "Consider it a way of letting you get used to the seat in advance."

Gojo Satoru always thought that it was just Sumi Kikawa joking along with him.

In his mind, although he was a special "friend", he was not important enough for an adult who was used to being alone and following a set routine to change his original life plan or even make such a major decision as buying a car for him.

He was used to being the strongest one who provided shelter and solved problems, but rarely was he included in someone else's future life plan so solemnly.

He was overwhelmed with emotion, but what followed was a sense of panic and helplessness that even he found absurd.

He suddenly didn't know what expression to wear.

"Sumi..." Gojou Satoru leaned closer, whispering to confirm Sumi's thoughts, "You really... included me?"

Kikawa Sumi finally turned her head to look at him, her eyes gentle yet firm: "Didn't you want to sit in the passenger seat? It's not too late to back out now."

"I won't go back on my word." Gojo Satoru blurted out immediately, as if afraid that he would take back his promise. The panic in his eyes gradually turned into a soft spring. "I want to occupy this place for a long time."

Sumire Kawakawa nodded: "That's good."

Instead of making a decision on the spot, Sumi Kichikawa took the information and said she would consider it further.

The two found a coffee shop nearby and had lunch.

Gojo Satoru ordered an overly sweet waffle, while Kikkawa Sumire ordered a black coffee.

"From now on, when I sit in the passenger seat, I promise I won't eat anything that crumbles." Gojo Satoru cut a pancake, his mood clearly calmed from the earlier shock, and he returned to his usual lazy demeanor.

"What do you think of the pudding?"

"It's too dangerous. If there's a sudden stop, you could choke."

"That makes sense." Gojo Satoru nodded.

"Can I leave the desserts I bought in the car?"

"It'll go bad if we don't finish it, won't it?"

"Then Xiao Cheng, finish eating for me."

"...If it's not too sweet."

Gojo Satoru immediately forked a waffle that was almost completely covered in cream and held it to Kikkawa Sumi's lips, confidently declaring, "I guarantee with Gojo Satoru's reputation that this isn't too sweet."

Kikawa Sumi glanced at him, and although she felt that his credibility had been greatly compromised, she still lowered her head and ate it.

The sweetness exploded in his mouth instantly, and he couldn't help but frown.

Gojo Satoru immediately laughed triumphantly.

The next second, Sumire Kichikawa, without changing her expression, picked up her cup and pushed it towards Satoru Gojo: "Then you should try mine too."

Gojo Satoru, caught off guard, lowered his head and took a big gulp, then his expression froze instantly.

Pure Americano, without sugar or milk, its bitter taste delivered a soul-crushing blow to the most powerful sorcerer.

He slowly pushed the cup back, accusingly saying, "Xiao Cheng, you're really vengeful."

Kikawa Sumi chuckled softly without saying a word, but simply pushed the waffle next to her toward Gojo Satoru.