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

The room was dimly lit. Gojo Satoru leaned against the door frame, looking at the chubby calico cat at his feet.

"What's wrong, Nyanko-sensei?" Gojo Satoru bent down slightly, deliberately emphasizing the word "sensei" to sound particularly teasing.

The cat teacher immediately lowered his cat face.

It wrinkled its nose in disgust, its whiskers twitched twice, and it spoke coldly: "Hey, you."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, his movement visibly momentarily stunned, before he exaggeratedly drawled, "Wow—even fat cats can become sentient and talk these days?"

"You're the fat cat who's become a demon!" The cat teacher was so angry that its fur stood on end, but it quickly lowered its voice, its round cat eyes narrowing slightly, revealing the sharpness of a great demon.

"Stop playing dumb, you white-haired brat. I can tell something's off about you the moment I smell it. Tell me, who are you, some big shot, and what are you doing in this backwater?"

Gojo Satoru's smile faded slightly.

He slowly squatted down, his slender fingers casually resting on his knees, his azure eyes, behind his sunglasses, indifferently locking onto the calico cat in front of him.

"Don't be so nervous, teacher," Gojo Satoru said in a relaxed tone.

"If I really wanted to do something here, I wouldn't be talking to you."

The cat teacher let out a low purr.

But it's clear that Gojo Satoru is telling the truth.

So he just snorted: "Arrogant brat."

Gojo Satoru grinned, completely ignoring Nyanko-sensei's words, and reverted to his previous nonchalant demeanor before speaking.

"I am vacationing."

Gojo Satoru leaned back against the corridor pillar, lazily stretching his long legs.

"To keep that person company outside."

Nyanko-sensei followed his gaze and looked at Sumire Kichikawa's back, and his tense back slowly relaxed.

It changed its angle and washed its face with its paws: "How long do you plan to stay?"

"A few days, I guess. It's a rare vacation, so I'll take Xiaocheng around."

"Hmph." The cat teacher remained noncommittal.

As long as he was sure they meant no harm to Natsume, he didn't care how long they wanted to linger there.

"By the way, teacher, there's something I'd like to ask you."

As Gojo Satoru spoke, he magically pulled a transparent food storage container from the pocket of his large coat.

He lifted the lid with one hand, and a rich aroma of eggs mixed with the slightly sweet scent of broth instantly filled the air.

Those were several neatly cut, golden and tender tamagoyaki.

"This was made by Xiaocheng and left in the car. I was planning to eat it as a snack on the way." Gojou Satoru picked up a piece of tamagoyaki with his long, slender fingers and slowly waved it in front of Nyanko-sensei's nose.

"Looks like I'm going to let you off easy now."

The cat teacher's eyes widened instantly, he swallowed loudly, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably: "...What is it?"

Its claws were already reaching eagerly for the golden tamagoyaki.

"About me," Gojo Satoru said, letting the tamagoyaki snout gobble up the dog, looking down at it with a low voice, "don't tell Natsume."

"Why?" Nyanko-sensei asked indistinctly while chewing on the soft, sweet egg.

"Because if Natsume finds out, he'll definitely tell Sumi." Gojo Satoru paused, his gaze drifting back towards the door, his voice becoming incredibly gentle.

I don't want to scare him.

The cat teacher's chewing motion suddenly froze.

It suddenly raised its head, its round cat eyes wide open, scanning back and forth between Gojo Satoru and Sumi Kikawa outside the door in disbelief.

ha?

What is he saying?

Don't tell anyone?

Sikawa Cheng?

Is it the same Sumi Kichikawa that he knows?

and many more! ! !

This guy doesn't even know Sumire Kichikawa's background?!

He found it somewhat unbelievable.

You two were being so lovey-dovey outside just now, the atmosphere was so ambiguous that even I, as an observer, felt my teeth ache, and it turns out they don't even know what the other person is?!

What the hell is this?!

It felt like a million wild horses were galloping through Nyanko-sensei's mind, but after opening its mouth, it ultimately didn't utter its complaints.

It suddenly occurred to it that if it were exposed like this, it wouldn't be fun at all.

Gojo Satoru is still waiting for its answer.

The cat teacher slowly tucked the tamagoyaki under his belly, putting on a mysterious expression: "Hmph, I'll keep quiet since you've offered me this delicious food."

"Thank you, Nyanko-sensei." Gojo Satoru straightened up with a smile.

The cat teacher remained silent, simply picked up the lunchbox, and dragged his chubby body upstairs.

The two stayed in the guest room that night.

Two futons were laid side by side on the tatami mat, separated only by a very narrow gap. Only a dim nightlight was left on in the room, its halo spreading ambiguously across the floor.

After making the bed, Gojo Satoru didn't lie down immediately. He dangled one leg over the edge of the bed, swinging it restlessly.

Sumi Kichikawa had already changed into the dark blue cotton bathrobe prepared by the Fujiwara family and was leaning against the headboard.

Gojo Satoru listlessly hooked the end of the sash of Kikawa Sumi's nightgown that was hanging on the tatami mat with his long, slender fingers, circling it around his knuckles.

"Sleeping?" Sumi Kichikawa asked softly, watching the movement of his fingertips.

"I'm not sleepy." Gojo Satoru loosened his belt and reached out to poke the hem of Kikkawa Sumi's clothes.

Sumire Kichikawa thought for a moment: "Is it because we're in an unfamiliar place?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, his white hair falling down to cover half of his eyes: "A little bit, I guess. But it's probably more because of... excitement."

"excited?"

Gojo Satoru nodded, his azure eyes appearing particularly deep in the dim light: "This feels like the first time I've had something like this, it's very novel. I don't want to fall asleep so soon."

Sumire Kawakawa looked at him.

Under the cover of night, Gojo Satoru's fiercely handsome face seemed to soften, and the excited expression on his face resembled that of a child who had finally received a desired gift and stubbornly refused to close his eyes.

After a two-second silence, Sumi Kichikawa suddenly spoke softly, "Then... do you want me to carry you?"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was stunned, his fingertips still resting on the hem of Sumi Kikawa's clothes, completely unexpected that the topic would suddenly jump to this point.

Seeing that Gojo Satoru was somewhat surprised, Kikkawa Sumi explained, "In pediatrics, when encountering children who are excited or anxious and unable to sleep because of unfamiliar environments, a physical hug is the most effective way to soothe them."

His voice had an irresistible gentleness.

"A familiar heartbeat and body temperature can make people feel safe the fastest."

Gojo Satoru remained silent.

He doesn't actually need much security, or rather, for a long time, others have sought security from him and needed him to protect them.

But perhaps because he had come to a strange world, Kikawa Sumi's suggestion was like a fire with a hook, directly stirring the most hidden corner of his heart.

He blinked somewhat hastily, his gaze shifting abruptly to the tatami mat beside Sumi Kichikawa, before finally drifting back to look tentatively into her eyes.

His gaze was gentle and deep, making it impossible for him to resist the suggestion.

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips and finally made a move.

Like a wary yet intensely affectionate big cat, he pressed his knees against the tatami mat and slowly, inch by inch, moved toward Sumi Kichikawa.

His eyes were fixed on Sumire Kichikawa, as if to confirm whether she was joking.

At this moment, Sumire Kikawa's throat was already dry and tight.

From his perspective, Gojo Satoru's cautious and tentative manner was incredibly adorable.

The white-haired youth wore a slightly oversized yukata. As he moved slightly, the collar slipped down uncontrollably, revealing a large expanse of his strikingly fair neck and exceptionally beautiful collarbone.

Those pale blue eyes, peering through her drooping white hair, held a hint of secret expectation and probing as she stared intently at him, slowly drawing closer.

So cute.

So cute it's almost unfair.

Sumi Kichikawa's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

It wasn't until Gojo Satoru rubbed against the closest spot that his warm knee finally gently pressed against Sumi Kichikawa's side.

Kisakawa Sumi finally revealed a hint of barely suppressed eagerness. He stretched out his arms, one hand accurately gripping Gojo Satoru's lower back, and the other hand supporting his back.

With a steady strength that leaves no room for retreat yet gently envelops the person, he suddenly pulled them into his arms.

"Ugh—"

Gojo Satoru felt a sudden dizziness, and then he fell over as if he had lost his balance.

He was somewhat shocked by Sumire Kichikawa's strength.

It should be noted that he himself is over 1.9 meters tall. As a sorcerer, he has a firm bone structure and his body is covered with thin muscles that are extremely powerful. He is definitely not light.

But when Sumire Kichikawa manipulated him, it was incredibly easy, as if he were just a weightless cloud, and she could easily hold him in her arms.

Before he could react, Kikawa Sumi had already wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him to lie down on the tatami mat, tightly encircling Gojo Satoru in her embrace, face to face.

This was an extremely intimate, seamless hug.

The two lay on their sides, their chests pressed tightly together.

Through the thin yukata, Gojo Satoru could clearly feel the hard pectoral muscles hidden beneath Kikkawa Sumi's gentle appearance.

Kikawa Sumi's arms wrapped tightly around his back, locking him completely in her embrace.

The fabric rustled intimately as it rubbed against each other, and their burning body heat quickly mingled and intertwined.

Because they were face-to-face, when Gojo Satoru looked up, the tip of his nose almost brushed against Sumireki's chin.

"Alright," Sumi's voice came close to Satoru Gojo's ear, deep and husky, "You can sleep peacefully now."

Gojo Satoru leaned against him, his ear pressed tightly against Kikkawa Sumi's left chest.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

The sound of my heart pounding was heavy and fast, crashing against my chest.

This is completely opposite to the calm and collected demeanor that Sumi Kichikawa appears to have on the surface.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide in the darkness, and then, unable to hold back, he chuckled softly in Kisakawa Sumi's arms.

What?

It turns out that his doctor, who seemed calm, could also get nervous.

Kikawa Sumi's ears burned from his laughter.

He didn't let go, but just sighed helplessly, putting one arm around Gojo Satoru's shoulder and the other hand down the other's slender spine, finally stopping at Gojo Satoru's lower back.

Warm hands, through the fabric, patted gently and rhythmically with a hint of indulgence.

After a while, with his gentle pats, Gojo Satoru's breathing really did gradually become even.

Sumire Kikawa lowered her head slightly.

With the faint moonlight filtering in through the window, he could see Gojo Satoru's face very clearly, right up close.

Long, white eyelashes hung down, casting small, fan-like shadows on her eyelids.

His calm, rhythmic breathing swept across his collarbone, and his beautiful brow bone appeared exceptionally soft in the moonlight, making him seem unbelievably docile.

He's so cute.

Deep in his mind, "he" sighed quietly.

Kikawa Sumi silently agreed in her heart.

He tightened his grip on Gojo Satoru's lower back, gently rested his chin on the top of the other's silver-white hair, and closed his eyes in a heart-warming embrace.