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

It took Sumi Kichikawa a long time to recover from the intense emotional shock she had just experienced.

His breathing gradually calmed down, and the dampness on his cheeks dried, but his arms were still tightly wrapped around Gojo Satoru.

It wasn't until Gojo Satoru gently patted him on the back twice that Sumi Kizawa seemed to finally come back to her senses.

He suddenly realized how out of control he had just been.

Not only did he hold onto Gojo Satoru tightly, but he even shed tears in a disheveled state.

Each of these traits, taken individually, is quite different from his usual gentle and restrained "Dr. Kichikawa".

A subtle warmth crept into the ears of Sumi Kichikawa.

He subtly moved his arm, intending to withdraw his hand and salvage his adult dignity.

However, just as his arm relaxed slightly—

Gojo Satoru suddenly grabbed his collar.

Sumire Kikawa was slightly taken aback.

"...Enlightenment?"

"Mmm." Gojo Satoru's voice was a little muffled, coming from the crook of his neck, with a hint of coquetry, "Let me hug you a little longer."

Kikawa Sumi was silent for a second, but finally gave up struggling and pulled the person back. She just quietly turned her face away and wiped the remaining water from the corner of her eyes with the back of her hand.

Gojo Satoru, of course, sensed that subtle movement.

He didn't say anything, but lowered his eyelashes and looked at his hand resting on Kikawa Sumi's waist, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.

He actually figured it out a long time ago.

Sumi Kawakawa is someone who tends to keep herself very tense.

He was always so gentle and composed, as if he had everything under control, as if he could accept any outcome.

It seems that he really was just maintaining this relationship as a normal friendship, just as Gojo Satoru had initially hoped.

Even when they occasionally have some intimate contact, they quickly withdraw their hands.

Each touch was fleeting and incomplete.

Sometimes, watching Gojo Satoru makes me laugh a little.

I also feel a little sorry for them.

Actually, his understanding of romantic relationships isn't that deep—holding hands, hugging, cuddling, and maybe a little more like kissing.

But he only had a vague understanding of it, and he hadn't seriously considered what to do if he wanted to continue.

What's more, it's a relationship between two boys.

You should know that before this, he had never thought that he would date a boy.

Everything about Dr. Kosuke is shrouded in mystery.

But he could feel that he really enjoyed being so close to Sumi Kichikawa without any gaps between them.

Sumi Kichikawa has a very reassuring scent, like sun-dried cotton cloth, or the faint minty scent left after disinfectant has evaporated.

Leaning against that warm shoulder, his usually tense nerves relaxed.

So he thought.

Since Xiaocheng is too afraid to take a step because she cares about him too much, then he will be the one who doesn't let go.

Anyway, Xiaocheng will always go along with him.

A gentle night breeze blew through the corridor, carrying the scent of mountain plants and trees.

Sumi Kichikawa adjusted her posture and, as expected, did not try to create more distance. Instead, she changed to a more natural angle to make Satoru Gojo more comfortable.

Being so directly asked to stay, Sumi Kikkawa's heart had already melted.

The hand that was about to push away completely gave up the resistance, tightened its arms again, and gently pulled the person back into its embrace.

This time, however, the force was noticeably restrained.

He dared not lose his composure like before, for fear of hurting Liaowu.

In fact, he was now a little worried that his rough hug might have caused Wu to bruise, and he wanted to check it first.

But since Wu wants to hug me first, then let him hug me.

Kikawa Sumi lowered her head and looked at the person in her arms.

Gojo Satoru leaned quietly against his shoulder, his snow-white eyelashes casting dappled shadows under the night light, the curve of his nose so exquisite it seemed unreal.

The two were so close that he could see the fine down on Gojo Satoru's cheeks, which shimmered with a soft golden edge in the dim light.

His heart started racing again, much to his dismay.

They have confirmed their relationship; the person in his arms is his lover.

lovers......

Sumire Kawakawa took a deep breath, then raised her hand and gently cupped Satoru Gojo's face.

When his palm touched those two warm and delicate skin, Kikawa Sumi's breathing became noticeably heavier.

His thumb gently stroked Gojo Satoru's brow bone, following the beautiful curve to his temple, then turned back and lightly caressed his cheekbone.

Gojo Satoru's eyelashes trembled.

This feeling of being held up and scrutinized so closely was somewhat unfamiliar to him, and he instinctively felt a little uncomfortable.

But when Sumi Kichikawa's thumb brushed across his brow bone, the careful yet extremely focused touch made him feel very comfortable.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not look away.

"Sumiko, what are you looking at?" Gojo Satoru's voice was a little muffled as he had his face cupped in Gojo's hands.

"I'm looking at you." Sumi Kikawa's voice was low and slightly hoarse, her thumb still lingering on Satoru Gojo's cheek. "I wanted to confirm if it's really true."

"Of course it's true." Gojo Satoru found his anxious and uncertain look both amusing and a little heartbreaking, so he raised his hand and placed it on the back of Kikkawa Sumi's hand that was cupping his face.

"See, it's warm, isn't it?"

Kikawa Sumi's thumb rested on his cheekbone, feeling the warm skin beneath her palm.

it is true.

This person has warmth, a heartbeat, and will even hold his hand in return when he cups his face.

He suddenly lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Gojo Satoru's forehead.

Their noses almost touched, their breaths mingling in a very short distance.

Kikawa Sumi lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on Gojo Satoru's slightly parted lips, her Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

Gojo Satoru felt it.

"Sumiko," Gojo Satoru spoke softly, a hint of amusement in his voice, "what do you want to do?"

Sumire Kikkawa's breath hitched.

"...Is that alright?" His voice was terribly hoarse.

"I have no idea."

Gojo Satoru was excessively candid; his pale blue eyes shone brightly in the dim light.

"Try it first, and I'll let you know if it doesn't feel good."

Kikawa Sumi's heart clenched tightly at those words.

This person spoke so frankly, as if he had completely handed himself over to him.

This unreserved trust moved him more than any sweet words, and made him even more hesitant to act rashly.

He didn't touch those lips that were so close, but simply tilted his head slightly and placed a kiss on Gojo Satoru's forehead.

Gojo Satoru blinked.

The sensation between my eyebrows was warm and soft, different from the feeling of our foreheads touching earlier.

Then Sumire Kikawa's lips moved to his left eyelid and gave him another very light kiss.

Then there's the right eyelid.

Then comes the bridge of the nose.

Left cheek.

Finally, the right cheek...

Each strike was executed with extreme restraint, each strike imbued with an almost reverent reverence.

Gojo Satoru was a little dazed from the kiss.

He wasn't used to being treated so meticulously—as if he were something extremely precious that needed to be handled with utmost care.

The feeling of being held in someone's hands and carefully touched gave him a strange, aching sensation in his chest. He didn't dislike it, but he also didn't dare to look directly at it.

A thin blush had crept onto the back of his ears at some point.

"...Xiao Cheng, this is a bit strange." He muttered, his voice much softer than usual.

Sumi Kichikawa paused for a moment.

He stepped back a little, looking at Gojo Satoru's slightly reddened ears and his still bright, unwavering, pale blue eyes.

"Does Wu feel uncomfortable?" he asked seriously.

Gojo Satoru thought about it seriously.

"No," he said. "It's just a little itchy? But your lips are very soft."

Sikawa Cheng: "..."

Looking at Gojo Satoru's composed expression as he carefully savored the memory, he couldn't help but lower his head, bury his face in Gojo Satoru's shoulder, and chuckle a few times.

Does this person even realize how much their words can make someone's heart race?

Gojo Satoru didn't know why he was laughing, but he could feel that Kisakawa Sumi's face, buried in his shoulder, was very hot.

So he raised his hand and patted the back of Susumu Kikkawa's head, as if comforting a big dog that had buried its head in his arms.

"Xiao Cheng, your face is so hot."

"……I know."

After a few seconds of silence, Sumi Kichikawa replied sullenly, but did not look up.

He even tightened his arms further, burying his face deeper into Gojo Satoru's neck.

His warm breath sprayed onto that fair skin, his nose brushed against Gojo Satoru's collarbone, and he took a deep breath—it was the scent of cedar and morning light, and a hint of the sweetness of the strawberry daifuku from earlier.

Gojo Satoru's body trembled slightly at his series of actions.

The neck is a sensitive area, and with Kikawa Sumi burying her face there and rubbing against it, it made him almost shrink back from the ticklish feeling. But he held back, and even raised his hand to press Kikawa Sumi's head back into the crook of his neck.

Xiao Cheng likes it this way, so let him linger a little longer.

As the night deepened, Sumi Kichikawa reluctantly stepped back a little.

"It's getting windy, shall we go back to our room?" His voice was still hoarse.

Gojo Satoru nodded obediently: "Mm."

Sumi Kichikawa stood up, took off her coat and draped it over Satoru Gojo's shoulders, then bent down and picked up the teacup that had fallen to the ground earlier.

After doing all this, he turned around and reached out his hand to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru placed his hand in his palm, and Kikawa Sumi interlocked their fingers, pulling him up.

Only one nightlight was on in the guest room, and the dim yellow light gave the whole room a gentle glow.

When Sumire Kawakawa closed the door, Satoru Gojo was already sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly taking off his shoes.

He looked up at Kikawa Sumi, whose white hair was sticking out in a mess, and whose eyes still had a slight redness from being kissed earlier.

Sumi Kichikawa stood at the door for two seconds.

Then he walked over, squatted down in front of Gojo Satoru, and looked up at him.

Gojo Satoru was taken aback by his action.

He looked at Kikawa Sumi, who was squatting on the ground, looking up at him with such focused eyes.

The dim light of the night lamp reflected in those phoenix eyes, making them incredibly gentle.

"...What?" Gojo Satoru looked down at him, leaning back a little awkwardly.

Seriously, Xiaocheng's move is so unfair.

Sumi Kichikawa didn't speak, but simply raised her hand to tidy up the messy hair on Gojo Satoru's forehead, then leaned over and gently placed a kiss on Gojo Satoru's knee.

Even through the thin fabric of his loungewear, the warmth of that kiss could still be clearly felt on Gojo Satoru's skin.

Gojo Satoru's toes curled slightly.

"Xiao Cheng," he looked down at the black-haired man on his lap, "why are you suddenly being so clingy?"

Kikawa Sumi looked up at him, her ears flushed, but her eyes were surprisingly honest: "Because I'm very happy."

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then smiled, his eyes crinkling.

He reached out and ruffled Sumi Kichikawa's hair, turning her neat black hair into a bird's nest.

"Okay, then Teacher Wutiao will allow you to stick on for a little longer," he said.

After washing up and getting into bed, the atmosphere between the two of them had become much more relaxed.

Kisakawa Sumi threw off the covers and lay down, almost instinctively opening his arms. Gojo Satoru subconsciously rolled into his arms, draping one leg over his and pressing his entire body against him.

The moment Sumiki Kikkawa pulled him into her arms, she let out a long sigh of relief.

He lowered his head and gently rested his chin on the top of Gojo Satoru's head.

Gojo Satoru found the most comfortable spot in his arms, buried his face in his chest, and naturally placed one hand on his waist.

In the quiet room, only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

After an unknown amount of time, Gojo Satoru suddenly stirred in his arms and poked half his head out.

His pale blue eyes gleamed in the dim light as he looked at Sumire Kichikawa, a smile playing on his lips.

Goodnight, boyfriend.

Sumi Kichikawa's heart skipped a beat.

He lowered his head and placed a long kiss on the top of Gojo Satoru's head.

Goodnight, boyfriend.

The person in his arms gave a soft "hmm," then fell completely quiet and slowly and peacefully drifted off to sleep in his arms.