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

After dinner, the house was filled with a faint lemon scent of dish soap.

Gojo Satoru habitually turned around and walked towards the guest rooms. But after only two steps, he stopped.

He turned his head and looked towards the kitchen.

Sumire Kawakawa was standing in front of the sink, her head slightly bowed as she focused intently on cleaning the dishes.

The water was gurgling. Sumi Kikawa had her back to him, and her thin shoulders looked gentle under the light. He didn't notice that Satoru Gojo had stopped.

Satoru Gojo stood in the dimly lit corridor, glancing at the closed door of the guest room and then at the master bedroom.

They are already in a relationship.

They're officially together, it's confirmed, and they're in a relationship.

But out of instinctive consideration and long-standing habit, he subconsciously walked towards the guest room.

This ingrained way of thinking made even Gojo Satoru find it a little funny.

He raised an eyebrow, but instead of opening the guest room door, he turned around and went back inside.

He slowly walked back to the kitchen, leaned lazily against the wooden door frame, and watched as Kikawa Sumi placed the clean plates one by one into the drain rack.

"Xiao Cheng."

"Hmm?" Sumi Kichikawa didn't turn around, continuing to rinse the cup.

"Was the bedding in the guest room washed last time?"

Sumi Kichikawa abruptly stopped what she was doing.

He turned off the tap, and the sound of running water stopped abruptly in the small kitchen. He picked up a non-woven towel and carefully dried his hands before turning to look at the person standing in the doorway.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the door frame, his white hair hanging down slightly as it was no longer restrained, obscuring half of his face.

His expression seemed as casual and relaxed as ever, but his eyes, hidden behind his hair, gleamed with a hint of probing and expectation.

Sumi Kichikawa's gaze lingered on his slightly lowered eyelashes for a few seconds.

The warm yellow light from the kitchen fell on him, making his eyes appear exceptionally gentle.

Then he said:

"You don't need to sleep in the guest room."

Gojo Satoru's eyelashes fluttered, and his breathing became lighter for a moment.

Kikawa Sumi turned around and hung the rag back on the rack, her movements natural, and her tone calm and gentle again:

"My bed is big enough. If you don't mind, you can sleep over there."

Gojo Satoru was taken aback. Then, seeing the slight blush on the tips of Sumi Kiseki's ears, he couldn't help but smile.

"OK."

That night, the lights in the master bedroom were dimmed.

Kikawa Sumi sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, staring at her phone screen with her fingers tapping rapidly.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the thick headboard in the master bedroom, holding his phone in his hand, with a two-player online game running on the screen, just like the one Sumi had played.

On the surface, Gojo Satoru casually kept up with Sumi's rhythm, tapping his finger on the screen and occasionally making a teasing remark in an exaggerated tone: "Hey, Sumi, slow down, my little doll is going to fall down~"

But in reality, although his eyes were on the screen, his mind had already wandered far away.

It was something he had kept to himself for a long time—about those who were secretly monitoring Sumire Kichikawa.

The day after returning from Hachihara, he secretly had Ijichi retrieve a month's worth of surveillance footage from the area surrounding Sumi Kikawa's residence.

The result was chilling.

At least three different models and colors of cars have been appearing like ghosts on the streets near this apartment building over the past two months.

The duration of their stay varies; sometimes they simply drive by slowly, but the longest they've stayed in the shadows of a street corner for a full four hours.

The license plates were all fake.

Ijichi followed the surveillance footage halfway through his investigation, but the trail went completely cold in an abandoned industrial area without cameras.

This means that the other party's actions were very clean, their counter-surveillance capabilities were extremely strong, and they even had an excellent understanding of the blind spots in the Tokyo traffic police system's surveillance.

Someone is conducting systematic and long-term surveillance on Sumi Kichikawa.

The most powerful sorcerer's mind was already on high alert, with the highest level of red alert activated.

Who is it?

Was it a routine check conducted by those rotten old oranges in the Director's Department? Or were those hyenas with keen senses from the three main families noticing his unusual emotions and trying to find and control his weakness?

Or perhaps... other, more dangerous groups of curse masters hidden deeper within?

The little character on the screen missed his jump opportunity due to Gojo Satoru's three-second pause in his actions, and fell directly into the trap, prompting a "Game Over" message.

"Enlightenment?" A light voice interrupted his thoughts.

Wu Tiao Wu looked up.

Sumire Kawakawa turned to look at him.

Gojo Satoru snapped back to reality instantly, and almost instinctively curved his beautiful azure eyes into a smile, pleading for forgiveness: "Oops, my hand slipped~ Don't be angry, Sumi."

Sumi Kichikawa didn't speak immediately; he simply looked quietly into Satoru Gojo's eyes.

Even though those beautiful azure eyes were full of laughter, Kikawa Sumi's keen intuition told him that Satoru's mind was not on the game at all, or even... on him.

A subtle sense of loss welled up in my heart without warning.

Today is their first day officially moving in together and sharing a bed.

He originally thought that Wu would be a little nervous and a little expectant, just like him. They might just throw their phones away after the game and chat about something casually or not at all.

Unexpectedly, Wu was only pretending to play games with him; he had other things on his mind.

What was originally a little worry about Wu hiding his feelings inexplicably fermented into a small, mixed feeling of resentment.

This was a completely unfamiliar emotion to him.

Sumi Kichikawa's finger paused on the screen for a moment.

Then, he decisively turned off the screen and tossed the phone onto the bedside table with a "thud".

Before Gojo Satoru could react to what he was about to do, Sumirei Kawakawa had already braced her left hand on the soft bed, leaned over, and then reached out her right hand to hook around Gojo Satoru's waist.

With a slight effort, he leaned back and effortlessly dragged his absent-minded lover back into his arms.

Gojo Satoru's phone was almost thrown away by this sudden movement.

His eyes widened, and he instinctively called out, "Cheng?"

Kisakawa Sumi buried her face deep in the back of Gojo Satoru's neck, inhaling deeply the reassuring scent emanating from him, and then mumbled two words:

I want a hug.

Gojo Satoru's heart skipped a beat at his straightforward and sudden action.

All the meticulous analysis in my mind about tracking vehicles, residual curse energy, and potential enemies was completely swept away by this warm and real embrace at this moment.

"...You're so childish, Dr. Kikawa." Gojo Satoru complained softly, but his body had already honestly shrank back, pressing his back more closely against the other's broad chest.

Sumire's arms tightened a little, her chin resting comfortably on Gojo Satoru's shoulder, her warm breath rhythmically falling behind his ear.

Sensing the slight grievance hidden behind her boyfriend's somewhat domineering intimacy, Gojo Satoru sighed helplessly in his heart.

Before officially starting a relationship, Dr. Xiaocheng, who was always calm and composed, would never have done something like forcibly demanding a hug like a large dog.

But... she really is cute.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but smile again.

Well, on the first day of officially moving in with my boyfriend, I really shouldn't let those annoying guys hiding in the gutter ruin my mood.

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, leaned back against the force of Kikawa Sumi's arm, completely letting down his guard, and allowed Kikawa Sumi to curl him up tightly in that warm embrace.

……never mind.

If there are people to kill or things to investigate, let's deal with them tomorrow morning.

Right now, comforting a lover who is unhappy because they feel neglected is the most important thing in the world.

Kikawa Sumi keenly sensed the change in the person in her arms.

Gojo Satoru's initially stiff body gradually relaxed, his tense shoulders slumped down, and he felt much more relaxed overall.

Sumire Kisakawa breathed a sigh of relief, feeling slightly more at ease.

He lowered his head slightly and gently kissed the back of Gojo Satoru's ear.

"I understand," he said softly.

"Hmm?" Gojo Satoru said with his eyes closed, his voice filled with weariness and peace of mind.

"If there's anything you don't want to tell me, that's okay." Sumi Kichikawa's voice was soft, but every word was enunciated clearly, carrying an undeniable force.

"I will wait until the day you are willing to talk."

Gojo Satoru's body, which was leaning against him, suddenly stiffened.

Without pausing, Sumi Kichikawa continued, "But what if you need help, or... just because you're in a bad mood?"

He paused for a moment, and the arms around Gojo Satoru's waist tightened a little more.

"Remember to tell me."

A long silence fell over the master bedroom.

The only sounds were the occasional gust of wind outside the window and the intertwined heartbeats of the two of them.

Just when Sumire thought Gojo Satoru had fallen asleep in this warmth, he felt the person in his arms move slightly.

Then he heard a soft, indistinct sigh, as if a great weight had been lifted from its shoulders.

"……good