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

The next day, Sumire Kichikawa was the first to wake up.

The moment he opened his eyes, his first reaction was to look down at the person in his arms.

Gojo Satoru is still asleep.

He didn't know when he had completely buried himself in Kikawa Sumi's arms, his face buried in Kikawa Sumi's neck, his breathing light and steady.

Sumi Kichikawa did not move.

He lay there quietly on his side, watching Gojo Satoru's sleeping face.

The morning light cast a pale golden halo around his white eyelashes, and his lips were slightly pursed, making him look much more docile than when he was awake.

So cute.

The pure affection for Gojo Satoru that had been churning in my chest since last night became exceptionally clear in this quiet morning.

I want to touch him.

I wanted to see every detail of his face clearly in the morning light.

I want to confirm that everything that happened last night wasn't a dream.

He endured it for about five minutes.

Then he raised his hand and gently rubbed Gojo Satoru's cheek with the back of his fingers.

It feels warm and soft to the touch.

His fingers traced the graceful contours of her face down to her jawline, lingering there for a few seconds as he felt the subtle pulse throbbing beneath his palm.

Gojo did not wake up.

Sumi Kawakawa was a little bolder.

His thumb moved to the corner of Gojo Satoru's slightly pursed mouth, stopping just millimeters away from those lips.

His Adam's apple bobbed, but he ultimately didn't touch it directly. Instead, he used his fingertip to draw a very light circle on the skin next to the corner of his lips.

Then he withdrew his hand and lowered his head to place a kiss on Gojo Satoru's temple.

Next is the eyebrow.

Then, the outer corner of the eye.

Just as his lips moved to Gojo Satoru's nose—

"Xiao Cheng."

Gojo Satoru suddenly spoke up.

Sumi Kichikawa froze.

"How much longer are you going to sneak those kisses?"

"...When did you wake up?"

"From the moment you touched my face." Gojo Satoru opened one eye, his pale blue pupil shining brightly in the morning light.

Looking at Sumire Kichikawa, whose ears were bright red and who didn't know what to do with her hands after being caught, he couldn't help but smirk. "Sumire, you're like a pervert. Stealing a kiss while someone's sleeping."

Sumi Kichikawa's face turned completely red.

He instinctively wanted to get out of bed and wash his face with cold water to calm down, so that he could become the respectable "Dr. Qichuan" again.

But as soon as he moved, Gojo Satoru reached out and grabbed the collar of his pajamas.

"Running away again." Gojo Satoru's voice still had a nasal tone, but there was an undisguised dissatisfaction in his tone. "It was the same last night, and it's happening now. Can't you wait a little while?"

Sumire Kichikawa paused in her movements.

He slowly turned around and looked at the white-haired young man who was still lying in bed, one hand gripping his collar tightly.

Gojo Satoru's white hair was scattered messily on the pillow, his collar was askew and half of his shoulder was exposed, his expression was languid and nonchalant, but the hand gripping his collar was unusually firm.

Sumire Kikawa suddenly smiled.

He lay back down and pulled Gojo Satoru, blanket and all, into his arms.

"I'm not running anymore," he whispered aloud above Gojo Satoru's head, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I won't run anymore."

Today I'm leaving Hachihara.

Although they really wanted to stay a few more days, Sumi Kichikawa and Satoru Gojo both had their own things to do, and reality didn't allow them to act according to their own wishes for the time being, so the two of them had no choice but to pack their bags and leave.

While packing his luggage, Gojo Satoru noticed Sumi Kichikawa's unusual behavior.

He is usually a very efficient person, almost to the point of being rigid, but today he paced back and forth in the room several times without any purpose.

The only thing that always happened halfway through was the gaze that would fall on Gojo Satoru.

When it was finally time to fold clothes, Gojo Satoru sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed watching him.

As a result, Sumire Kichikawa was folding the shirt when she suddenly looked up at him and met his smiling, pale blue eyes, causing the shirt in her hand to wrinkle again.

"This is the fifth time." Gojo Satoru pointed to the shirt in his hand. "Sumi, how many more times are you going to fold it?"

Kikawa Sumi looked down at the wrinkled shirt, her ears turning slightly red, and silently took it apart and started over.

Gojo Satoru found his embarrassed expression extremely amusing.

He slid off the bed, went around behind Susumu Kikkawa, wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, and rested his chin on his shoulder.

Sumi Kichikawa's hands stopped moving completely.

"I seem a little off today," he honestly admitted.

"Indeed," Gojo Satoru said in his ear, his breath brushing against his earlobe. "Didn't Dr. Kosumi connect to the internet today?"

Sumire Kikkawa was amused by the metaphor.

He put down the shirt in his hand, turned around, and casually put his arm around Gojo Satoru's waist.

"Because I was constantly distracted." He looked down at Gojo Satoru, his honesty undisguised.

What are you distracted about?

I'm thinking of you.

Gojo Satoru blinked, then raised his hand and poked Sumi Kikawa's forehead: "What were you thinking about?"

Kikawa Sumi looked at his face so close to hers, at his bright, clear blue eyes, at the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, and at the long, beautiful finger poking her forehead.

He lowered his head and gently pecked Gojo Satoru's nose.

"Think about this."

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, the warm touch still lingering on the tip of his nose.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, then looked at Sumire Kichikawa, a playful glint in his pale blue eyes.

"Xiao Cheng, you don't have a lot of things you want to do but haven't done yet, do you?"

Judging from this person's state, they are clearly still deliberately suppressing themselves.

Kikawa Sumi's ears turned red again, but he didn't deny it. "...Mm."

"Want me to make a list for you?" Gojo Satoru asked with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "That way you won't have to spend so much time thinking about it every time."

Seeing him staring at her with a half-smile, Kikawa Sumi belatedly felt a little shy.

"...No need," Kikawa Sumi said softly. He thought for a moment and decided to be honest.

"I'm afraid the list will be too long and scare you."

"..."

Gojo Satoru's smile faltered.

He looked up at Kikawa Sumi, who still had an innocent expression.

For some reason, Gojo Satoru felt he had gotten used to this kind of speechlessness, so he just nodded.

"All right."

After packing her luggage, Sumi Kichikawa went to organize the specialty gift boxes that Aunt Touko had prepared.

Gojo Satoru followed him with a glass of water and leaned against the doorframe to watch him.

Kikawa Seiji pointed at the items in the specialty box with nimble movements, finally returning to his usual decisive and efficient "Doctor Kikawa" state.

He rearranged every jar of jam and every bag of dried goods to make sure they wouldn't break during the ride.

Then he turned around and saw Gojo Satoru still leaning against the door frame, quietly watching him.

His pale blue eyes were as clear as lake water in the sunlight.

Kikawa Sumi put down what she was holding, walked over, and unexpectedly placed a light kiss on Gojo Satoru's lips.

It moved so fast it was like a warm feather brushing past.

Gojo Satoru held his water glass and looked down at his hands.

Very good, Ms. Gojo managed to keep the cup steady and not a single drop of water spilled.

Then he filed a complaint.

"You attacked me from behind."

"Hmm." Sumire looked at him, a hint of triumphant amusement in her eyes. "So, do you hate it?"

After thinking for a moment, Gojo Satoru smiled and honestly said, "I don't dislike it."

He held up his water glass, standing between the two men, his eyes peeking out from the rim of the glass.

"But this will prevent me from drinking water."

Sumire was so charmed by his gesture that her heart melted. She reached out and took the water glass, placing it on the shelf beside her. Then, she cupped Gojo Satoru's face and gently touched the other corner of his mouth.

"How about I make amends to you like this?" he said.

Gojo Satoru was amused by him.

"Okay~"