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

When the sticky, ambiguous sound of water between their lips finally separated, Gojo Satoru felt a lingering, electric-like tingling sensation even in his fingertips.

The pale skin behind her ears was burning hot, and her heart was pounding erratically in her chest, almost as if it would burst.

Gojo Satoru, trying to cover his tracks, raised his hand and pulled the tablet into his arms, pushing Kikkawa Sumi away half an inch.

"Alright, alright, the deposit is paid~ Give me the paper, you go make some late-night snacks, Professor Gojo desperately needs to replenish her sweetness."

Seeing that the person's eyes were red at the corners, yet he still tried to maintain a calm demeanor, a faint smile flashed across Kikawa Sumi's eyes, but she did not expose him.

"it is good."

He straightened up and obediently turned to walk towards the kitchen.

The living room fell silent, with only faint sounds coming from the kitchen.

Gojo Satoru sat cross-legged on the sofa, calming his slightly disordered breathing as he slid his fingers across the tablet, helping the doctor, who was "not good at reading," to organize the key points of the literature.

He was very fast; he marked several pages in just a few minutes.

Just as he was archiving a PDF document, his finger accidentally touched a folder.

A folder hidden at the very bottom of a pile of medical documents popped up without warning.

The folder's title had no unnecessary embellishments; it was simply a single word:

[Enlightenment.]

Gojo Satoru's sliding fingertips suddenly stopped.

He stared at the word, a hint of surprise flashing in his pale blue eyes.

He hesitated for only a breath, but a force more powerful than curiosity pulled him to open the folder as if possessed.

There were no earth-shattering secrets inside, nor was it a private diary.

Instead, it consists of several neatly arranged categorized documents.

He hesitated for a moment, then clicked on the top one.

A title popped up, reading "Wu's Daily Routine".

It contains a dense record of Wu Jiaowu's daily sleep time, wake-up time, and sleep duration.

Next to it is a meticulously handwritten note from Sumi Arisugawa: "Estimated average sleep time is 4-5 hours, lower than the adult standard. I catch up on sleep up to 7 hours on weekends, which seems to indicate a chronic sleep deprivation. I need to pay attention to cardiovascular stress."

Gojo Satoru's breath hitched almost imperceptibly as his fingers slid downwards.

The second label reads: [Dietary Preferences and Intake Records].

The top part says that I like all sweet things, hate bitter tastes, and hate anything too spicy.

The label next to it reads: "The level of sweets dependence is unusually high, unlike a simple craving, and requires further observation."

Up to this point, the tone was still somewhat businesslike, but as the records became more detailed, the tone of Sumi Kichikawa's annotations became increasingly intimate.

"Wu really likes brightly colored shaved ice. Sometimes he'll eat a bite of ice cream and a bite of fried pork cutlet... That's not good. Alternating between hot and cold puts a huge burden on the stomach lining. We have to find a way to get him to break this bad habit."

"Among cola, Satoru prefers Pepsi, probably because Pepsi is sweeter than Coca-Cola."

"He has a very strong aversion to alcohol; Wu doesn't like drinking."

"Wu tried my coffee today, but he didn't like it, so he added a lot of condensed milk."

Finally, Sumi Kikawa even hand-drew a simple map, densely marked with the locations of major confectionery shops in Tokyo, with a line of small print next to it:

"Wu has his own dessert map. If you can't find him, remember to go to his location on it."

Gojo Satoru stared at the records, his finger hovering over the top of the screen, lost in a long, stunned silence.

He glanced at the timestamps of those records.

Very early.

So early on, their relationship was still in the ambiguous stage of mutual testing, so early on, he thought that Sumi Kichikawa was just a mysterious and special existence who occasionally made him feel interesting.

But it turns out that so long ago, before he himself had fully understood his own feelings, Kikawa Sumi had already placed him in the heart of her heart in this silent, clumsy, yet incredibly stubborn way.

Those minute details that even he himself hadn't noticed were all carefully preserved by this man, stroke by stroke.

"Click".

The kitchen sliding door opened, and Sumi Kichikawa came out carrying a small bowl of perfectly caramelized pudding.

Gojo Satoru quickly closed the page and placed the tablet face down on the sofa.

Sumi Kikawa keenly sensed the lingering, complex emotional fluctuations in Satoru Gojo.

He frowned slightly: "Understood?"

Gojo Satoru did not say what he saw.

He simply sat silently on the sofa, stretching out his arms to the man standing in front of him, his voice low and hoarse: "Xiao Cheng."

Without any hesitation, Sumi Kichikawa immediately put down the pudding in her hand and walked over quickly.

As soon as he approached, Gojo Satoru reached out and hugged his waist tightly, burying his face deeply and forcefully into his flat, firm abdomen.

Sumire Kichikawa's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, but she quickly relaxed.

His hand rested on the back of Gojo Satoru's neck, offering silent comfort as he gently stroked his soft white hair.

"What's wrong?" Sumi Kichikawa asked in a very soft voice.

"...I want to hug you." Gojo Satoru's muffled voice came through the thin fabric of his clothes, and his arms tightened around his waist.

Sumi Kichikawa did not press the matter further.

He leaned down and placed a gentle, precious kiss on the fluffy whorl of Gojo Satoru's hair.

After a long while, the person who had been holding him tightly finally calmed down and mumbled a somewhat willful request:

"I want to eat buttered potatoes."

Kikawa Sumire was taken aback.

"Now?"

He quickly mentally checked the ingredients at home, and after confirming that there were potatoes and butter, he nodded without hesitation: "Okay."

He cupped Gojo Satoru's face in his hands, gently pulled him away a little, then lowered his head and softly kissed Gojo Satoru's exceptionally moist lips.

"I'll make it for you," Sumire Kichikawa said gently, stepping back slightly and looking intently at Satoru Gojo as he inquired.

"Is there anything else you'd like to eat?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head.

"Okay." Sumire gently rubbed his cheek with her fingertips, took out her phone to search for recipes, turned around, and went back into the kitchen.

Watching that tall, straight figure disappear behind the kitchen door, the tenderness and longing on Gojo Satoru's face slowly receded like the tide.

He pulled over a piece of pudding and started eating it, bite by bite.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

He turned his head, saw the message notification on the screen, and immediately put down the spoon and picked up the phone that was placed beside him.

The screen displays a newly received encrypted text message, clearly showing that Sumi Kichikawa's personal file has recently been secretly accessed.

Gojo Satoru's azure eyes instantly turned cold.

He stood up, walked to the balcony in the living room, and closed the glass door behind him.

The night breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead as he dialed Ichiji's number.

"Ijichi." Gojo Satoru deliberately lowered his voice, his tone devoid of its usual casual teasing, replaced by a chilling coldness.

"Expand the investigation scope of those suspicious vehicles you were asked to track down last time by double. Focus on screening the area around the hospital where Susumu Kikkawa works; don't overlook any license plates that stop unusually or appear repeatedly."

Kiyotaka Ijichi on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback by the cold and stern tone, and he responded with a series of "yes"s, his voice trembling with tension.

After hanging up the phone, Gojo Satoru stood alone on the balcony separated by a glass door, one hand in his pajama pocket, the other unconsciously tightening.

He looked down at the city's dazzling yet distant night view, his eyes filled with an almost uncontrollable darkness.

Any insect that dares to cast its gaze upon Susumu Kikkawa and attempt to touch his only warm and pure land... he will mercilessly wipe them from this world.

After an unknown amount of time, a rich and enticing aroma, a blend of the creamy scent of melted butter and the distinctive smoky aroma of roasted potatoes, stubbornly penetrated the cracks in the glass door, wafting out in wisps and lingering around the tip of the nose.

Gojo Satoru pushed open the door, and the chill emanating from him vanished instantly.

Like a child drawn by a delicious aroma, he ran to the dining table, sat down, and stared longingly toward the kitchen.

As Sumi Kichikawa walked out wearing heat-resistant gloves, her eyes immediately met those incredibly bright eyes that seemed to say "I want to eat."

He couldn't help but chuckle softly, walked over, and leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose.

"Can we eat now?" Gojo Satoru looked up, his blue eyes sparkling.

"You can eat it once it's done baking." Sumire Kichikawa ruffled his hair helplessly.

"Then I'll go and keep an eye on it!"

Gojo Satoru was so excited that he insisted on going into the kitchen.

Not only that, he also dragged Sumi Kichikawa along to move two small stools. The two tall men, both over 1.8 meters tall, sat side by side in front of the oven, looking rather aggrieved, staring at the sizzling potatoes inside.

"Sumiko, can we eat on the balcony?" Gojo Satoru suddenly suggested, staring at the oven.

Kikawa Sumi turned her head to look at the night outside, thought for a moment, and then said, "Okay."

"bite--"

The oven made a crisp sound.

Under Gojo Satoru's expectant gaze, Kigawa Sumi stood up, put on gloves, took out the golden-brown, crispy butter potato, and handed it to Gojo Satoru to hold.

Then he moved two comfortable chairs and a small table to the balcony before calling Wutiao Wu over.

Gojou sat down happily and scooped out a large spoonful, putting it into his mouth.

Although this was Sumi Kichikawa's first time making it, in Gojo Satoru's opinion, it was absolutely the most perfect buttered potato in the world.

"Delicious!" Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes in satisfaction, his thoughts starting to wander uncontrollably. "Sumi, can we move out sometime? Let's buy a super big tent! And then bring butter potatoes for a picnic!"

"Okay, I'll see if I can find a suitable family tent later," Kikawa Sumi said gently, sitting opposite him.

"I also need to bring a portable oven! I want to bake outside the tent!"

"A portable oven might not be powerful enough, but we can wrap potatoes in aluminum foil and roast them in the campfire."

"If we had a campfire, we could bring tons of marshmallows! Toasted marshmallows with cookies!"

Gojo Satoru excitedly waved his spoon, unleashing a series of fantastical, even somewhat unrealistic, fantasies.

Perhaps because all his sudden inspirations had been caught up with, he seemed very excited.

He laughed without restraint in the night filled with the aroma of food, his azure eyes reflecting the city lights and the serene image of the person before him. He radiated happiness, looking unbelievably beautiful.

Kikawa Sumi sat quietly opposite, holding a warm cup in her hand, her gaze fixed on her lover who was radiant and seemed to have lit up the entire night.

The heart that always beats steadily and regularly in my chest was now completely filled with a soft yet surging emotion, swelling and warming.

Looking at Gojo Satoru's bright smile, he thought with utmost sincerity in his heart:

If I could... I would give anything to keep him happy forever.