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

"Cheng".

"Um?"

I want to eat tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet) tomorrow morning.

Gojo Satoru leaned against Sumi Kikawa's shoulder, his white hair brushing against her neck, bringing a subtle ticklish sensation.

Kikawa Sumi slightly turned her body to make Gojo Satoru more comfortable, and gently placed her hands on Gojo Satoru's waist, encircling him in her arms in an almost embracing manner.

"There are no eggs in the refrigerator." Sumi Kichikawa lowered her head, her chin gently resting on the top of Satoru Gojo's head.

"Shall I go buy it now?" Gojo Satoru immediately perked up and made a move to get up.

"No." Sumire Kichikawa pressed down on his waist, pulling him back into her arms.

Why?

"It's too late." Sumi Kichikawa lowered her eyes, her fingers slowly stroking the soft hair at the back of Satoru Gojo's neck.

"And you just promised me that you would never go out and join in on strange things, and you were not allowed to wander around at night."

Did I agree?

"Since you didn't refute it, that's considered an admission."

Gojo Satoru's eyes widened slightly: "Doctors can force sales like this?"

"It's fine at my house." Sumi Kikawa lowered her eyes, her gaze sweeping unabashedly over Satoru Gojo's lips, which were inches away from hers. Her tone was gentle but left no room for argument.

"So assertive."

"Is that not allowed?"

"No." Gojo Satoru immediately raised one hand in surrender, but the smile in his eyes was almost overflowing. He then lay back down.

"Then I'll go buy eggs tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll make it for you the day after tomorrow."

"Good." Gojo Satoru was satisfied.

Kikawa Sumi tightened her arms around his waist, her eyes extremely gentle.

Gojo Satoru seems to have this magic that allows him to easily transform the coldest and most dangerous nights into the most sweet and cozy everyday moments.

The unusual things at the hospital, the unfamiliar words he heard in the stairwell, and the little monster he crushed in the ward—all of these weighed heavily on Sumi Kichikawa's heart.

But at this moment, the warmth of the person in her arms and their unguarded dependence were like an unbreakable barrier, keeping all the darkness outside.

"Are you sleepy?" Sumi asked softly.

"fine."

You just yawned twice.

"Because I felt a little empty after eating the pudding."

"Got it." Sumire Kikawa pinched the back of his neck. "Go to sleep."

Gojo Satoru drawled out, squirming unhappily in his arms: "But the movie isn't over yet."

"To be continued tomorrow."

"Will you come with me to see it tomorrow?"

"meeting."

Gojo Satoru immediately reached for the remote and turned off the TV with a "snap": "Then let's go to sleep."

Sumire Kikkawa chuckled at his decisive action: "So quick?"

"Because we've successfully booked Sumi for tomorrow." Gojo Satoru turned his head and leaned on his shoulder, looking up at Sumi Kikawa.

Sumi Kichikawa couldn't help but chuckle: "It's like registering for an appointment."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, his azure eyes shining with an astonishing light, carrying a direct and fervent demand.

"Can I book a long-term appointment?"

Kikawa Sumi didn't answer, but instead pulled the person in her arms closer, pressing their chests together tightly.

His slightly warm lips brushed against Gojo Satoru's earlobe without any hesitation, landing at an extremely ambiguous distance.

"Okay." Sumi Kichikawa's voice was low and slightly hoarse, with a indulgent smile, "But even long-term patients need to go to bed on time."

A faint blush crept onto Gojo Satoru's ears. He buried his face in the crook of Kikkawa Sumi's neck and chuckled softly, the vibrations of their chests clearly transmitted to each other.

"Received, Dr. Kikawa."

Go brush your teeth.

"it is good."

Gojo Satoru reluctantly withdrew from his embrace and got up to go to the restroom.

The faucet was turned on, and the sound of rushing water instantly drowned out any other noises in the living room.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head to wash his hands, his eyes already calm. If it weren't for the faint redness still lingering on his ears, one would have no idea of ​​the dependence and stickiness he had just shown.

It seems I'll have to have Ichiji check the records near the hospital tomorrow, and then contact Nanami to find out about the cursed spirit from tonight.

The unusual behavior of Sumi Kichikawa also needs to be investigated without alerting the higher-ups.

Otherwise, they will definitely leave behind evidence that they can use to trace the source.

He would suppress the matter if necessary.

Gojo Satoru looked up at himself in the mirror.

There are very few things in this world that can make Gojo Satoru's emotions fluctuate.

Whether it's a powerful enemy, a curse master, or a rotten orange, most of the time they just cause him trouble, but he can ignore them.

But this time is different.

The faint bite mark remained on the back of Kikawa Sumi's hand. There was no wound, no blood, but it made Gojo Satoru very unhappy.

"Wu, the toothbrush is in the cup on the left."

Suddenly, a gentle voice came from outside the door.

The icy resolve in Gojo Satoru's eyes melted instantly. He turned off the tap, his tone returning to its usual light and cheerful tone in a second:

"Okay!"

The next morning, Sumire Kichikawa woke up a little earlier than usual.

The sky outside the window still had a hint of cool pale blue, and the door to the guest room was half-open, indicating that the person inside was clearly still asleep.

Kikawa Sumi walked quietly to the refrigerator and picked up a sticky note pen.

[I realize there's yogurt in the fridge. The sugar is on the top shelf; I can only eat two pieces today.]

After finishing writing, he paused, recalling the "long-term account" agreement from last night, a faint smile appearing in his eyes, and added a sentence below:

If you get up early, could you check out some car reviews for me?

As she wrote the words "car review," Sumire Kichikawa recalled the dark blue small SUV she had seen a few days earlier.

Actually, I made appointments with a few more car dealerships and also looked at some of the materials sent by the sales staff.

But I don't know if it was because it was so appealing at first sight.

After looking at other cars, he kept thinking about that dark blue car.

The lines are understated, the body color is subdued, and the passenger seat space is ample.

When Gojo Satoru sat inside, the seatbelt slipped off his shoulder, and his white hair stood out brightly against the dark interior.

That scene was so memorable.

So much so that later, whenever he looked at other car models, he would subconsciously compare them.

"Are you leaving?"

A slightly hoarse, indistinct voice came from behind me.

Kikawa Sumi turned around and saw Gojo Satoru leaning against the door frame with messy white hair, his eye mask hanging loosely around his neck, looking sleepy.

"I'm on the early shift today." Sumire walked over, straightened the messy collar of his pajamas, and pinched his earlobe. "There's a sandwich on the table, and I left you some strawberry yogurt. I'm leaving now, go back to sleep for a while."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and gently rubbed his cheek against Sumire's hand: "Be careful on the road."

After closing the door, Gojo Satoru walked to the refrigerator, looked at the note, and gently stroked the words "read car reviews" with his fingertips, letting out a soft chuckle.

A few days later, the two managed to find a day off together and went to the car dealership for a final confirmation.

Satoru Gojo sat in the passenger seat of a popular car model, his long legs curled up in a cramped manner, but he still smiled and looked at Sumi Kikawa outside the car window: "Actually, it's okay if it's a little cramped, I can adapt."

"No." Sumi Kichikawa stood by the car door, her brows slightly furrowed. "My legs are already pushing against the front; it'll get tiring if I sit like this all the time."

The salesperson quickly interjected, "Actually, the front seat space in this car is already quite good. If this gentleman only uses it occasionally..."

"It wasn't a coincidence."

Sumi Kichikawa interrupted the salesperson.

The salesperson was stunned.

Kikawa Sumi continued to look through the documents: "The passenger seat must be comfortable. Since this isn't suitable, let's look at the next one."

Gojo Satoru looked at Sumi Kichikawa's serious profile, his eyebrows curved and the corners of his mouth unable to stop turning up. He reached out and gently tugged at Sumi Kichikawa's clothes.

Without even glancing at him, Kikawa Sumi grasped his fingertips in her hand, gently squeezed them in her palm, and continued communicating with the sales representative.

In the period that followed, the number of patients at the children's clinic surged, and Sumi Kichikawa became exceptionally busy.

It seems that Gojo Satoru has also entered a period of "peak business travel".

Their schedules were completely out of sync, and they could only maintain contact through intermittent messages.

One late night, Sumi Kichikawa, having just finished dealing with an emergency, returned to her office rubbing her temples when her phone screen lit up.

It's a picture of a convenience store rice ball and strawberry milk.

[Wu: Xiaocheng, I've been diligently consuming carbs, okay?]

As Kikawa Sumi looked at the screen, the image of that person's smug expression flashed through her mind, and her fatigue instantly dissipated.

[Sumi Kawakawa: What about protein? Eating only carbohydrates isn't enough.]

Less than three minutes later, another photo was sent from the other side, this time with a golden fried chicken skewer next to the rice ball.

[Wake-up: It's fixed! Is the doctor satisfied?]

Sumi Kichikawa couldn't help but chuckle softly.

[Sumi Kawakawa: Satisfied. Go to sleep early, goodnight.]