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

The bedroom was dimly lit in the early morning, with only a sliver of grayish-blue light filtering through the gaps in the curtains.

Sumi Kichikawa's biological clock is always punctual.

He opened his eyes but didn't move.

A warm body was pressed tightly against his chest.

Gojo Satoru was sleeping soundly. His usually flamboyant white hair was now limp and scattered on the clean white pillow, with a few restless strands resting in the crook of Kikawa Sumi's neck, rubbing against her with a fine and tender tickle as he breathed steadily.

Kikawa Sumi looked at him quietly. Her gaze slid from his prominent brow bone, over his high nose bridge, and finally landed on his slightly parted lips.

In this quiet, seemingly isolated morning, looking at this body that was completely unguarded, a dark, possessive emotion, deeply buried beneath reason, began to grow silently in the heart of Sumi Kichikawa.

He wanted him.

This desire was not simple; it was a mixture of deep affection and instinctive yearning, weighing heavily on his chest, clamoring to tear apart his usual calm and gentle facade.

Kikawa Sumi lowered her head slightly and instinctively placed a very light kiss on that smooth forehead.

Then his brow, the bridge of his nose, and finally, his hot breath sprayed onto Gojo Satoru's lips and cheeks.

It finally stopped just millimeters away from those two lips.

Is it too much to keep kissing so early in the morning?

"He's been awake for a while now."

Deep in his mind, "he" spoke calmly.

Kikawa Sumi paused slightly, her eyes darkening even more in the dim light: "...I know."

He certainly sensed the change in Gojo Satoru's breathing.

He: "He didn't dodge."

Sumire Kikkawa hesitated.

He cherished this person so much that even when indulging his desires, he did so with an almost restrained forbearance.

In reality, Gojo Satoru had indeed woken up long ago.

He broke out of sleep the moment Kikawa Sumi's body began to move.

But he didn't move.

He closed his eyes, feeling the feather-light yet scalding heat of the touch falling on his skin.

Last time, Sumi Kichikawa's attempt to steal a kiss was interrupted by him, and they didn't proceed to the next step. After last night's experience, Gojo Satoru felt that he had a better understanding of his boyfriend's true nature and was secretly hoping that Sumi Kichikawa could tear down that calm facade.

He wanted to see just how far this always restrained doctor would go.

As a result, Sumi Kichikawa stopped at the last step.

Their warm breaths mingled intimately in the very close proximity.

Gojo Satoru waited two seconds before finally speaking, his voice still hoarse and languid from just waking up:

"Why don't you continue?"

He slowly opened his eyes.

Those azure eyes, once considered divine, now held back all their sharpness, a layer of misty moisture still veiled within them. Her white hair lay disheveled, and her lips, having slept all night, possessed an exceptionally full, alluring crimson.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at Sumire Kichikawa.

"Kiss me if you want." He chuckled softly, his tone laced with a confident provocation.

Sumi Kichikawa stared at him for a few seconds.

In those deep black eyes, the last thread of restraint snapped completely with that breathy invitation.

He lowered his head and kissed her without hesitation.

The moment their lips touched, Kikawa Sumi's breath enveloped him, overwhelming him with an undeniable force, pressing heavily against his lips.

Feeling the sudden pressure, Gojo Satoru's muscles tensed up involuntarily. If he wanted to, even without using his magic, he could use his physical skills to flip the person on top of him to the ground in a fraction of a second and firmly take control.

But he didn't.

When she caught that familiar, crisp scent belonging to Sumi Kichikawa, her slightest instinct to resist was completely softened by love.

He loves this person, so he is willing to tolerate all of their transgressions.

His tense body gradually relaxed, and his hand, which had subconsciously raised to defend itself, ultimately only lightly grasped the fabric of Kikawa Sumi's pajamas, his knuckles tightening slightly to create deep creases.

Sumi Kichikawa noticed his movements.

Dark emotions surged within those deep black eyes, and Kikawa Sumi's free hand naturally covered Gojo Satoru's hand that was clutching his clothes.

His large, well-defined hand, with its irresistible force, forcefully squeezed between Gojo Satoru's fingers, interlocking them, and then, with a gentle touch, pressed Gojo Satoru's hand against the pillow beside his ear.

It was forceful, yet avoided using force that would hurt him.

"Ugh..." A muffled groan escaped Gojo Satoru's throat as his lips and tongue were forcibly pried open.

Kikawa Sumi's other large, warm hand gripped the back of Gojo Satoru's head, her fingers weaving through his soft white hair, pressing him firmly against her.

Gojo Satoru's breath was instantly stolen.

Kikawa Sumi's breathing was heavy and scalding, and each suck and bite brought a shivering, tingling sensation.

Gojo Satoru's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and his hand, which was pressed against the pillow, unconsciously tightened, gripping Sumi Kichikawa's fingers.

Even though he was the one who started the flirting, when Susumu Kishikawa tore away his gentle facade and revealed his possessive and aggressive nature, it was he who was the first to be overwhelmed by the heat of the moment and lose his balance in this tide of passion.

After an unknown amount of time, Sumire Kawakawa finally released him.

The two stepped back a little, and Gojo Satoru leaned against the pillow, breathing slightly heavily. His pale blue eyes shimmered with a watery light, and an eerie red tinge appeared at the corners of his eyes, even his usually fair ear tips were now bloodshot.

To conceal the panic that made him feel like he was melting on the bed from the kiss, Gojo Satoru forced himself to maintain the composure of the strongest sorcerer, and with a hoarse voice, offered a seemingly calm assessment:

"...barely passed."

Kikawa Sumi did not back down.

He maintained that dangerous distance, his intertwined fingers still pressing Gojo Satoru's hand against the pillow.

He braced one arm on Gojo Satoru's shoulder, forming an absolutely encircling posture, his eyes fixed on Gojo Satoru's slightly swollen, moist lips from being kissed, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily.

"I want to take the exam again." His tone was calm, yet it revealed an undisguised and chilling desire.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Without any mercy, he pulled the hand that was being held down and slapped it over Sumi Kichikawa's aggressive eyes.

"It's so early in the morning, Dr. Kosuke, please be a little more restrained." Gojo Satoru's voice sounded somewhat annoyed and gritting.

But the palm of his hand covering Kikawa Sumi's eyes was soft, and he didn't use much force, nor did he push the person pressing down on him away at all.

He simply lay there obediently, letting Sumi Kichikawa's breath completely envelop him.

Half an hour later, the two sat in the restaurant having breakfast.

A simple Japanese-style grilled fish is laid out on the table, and the steaming miso soup exudes a rich aroma.

Gojo Satoru swallowed a mouthful of tamagoyaki and stretched comfortably in his chair. His long legs stretched out unconsciously under the table and accidentally brushed against Kikkawa Sumi's leg.

It wouldn't have been a big deal, but Gojo Satoru keenly noticed that the jawline of Sumi Kichikawa tightened the moment she was touched.

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow.

A hint of a smile flashed in his eyes.

Instead of pulling her leg back, she took advantage of the situation and stretched it forward, lightly and almost imperceptibly touching Kikawa Sumi's calf with the toes of her cotton-socked foot.

Kikawa Sumi's fingers tightened suddenly as he held the soup bowl, taking a deep breath to try and calm Gojo Satoru down.

Just then, a crisp "ding-dong" notification broke the undercurrent of tension beneath the dining table.

The screen of the phone that Sumi Kichikawa had placed on the table lit up.

Chinatsu Miyazawa: "Dr. Kikawa, when are you bringing Mr. Gojo over for yakiniku? Fujii's been showing off the photos lately, bragging about how he won the bet!"

Fujii Makoto replied instantly: "Hey, hey, hey, you're the one who owes me the yakiniku (grilled pork), don't try to shift the blame!"

Gojo Satoru, who had been fidgeting under the table, immediately came over like a curious cat when he saw the screen light up.

He rested his chin on Sumire's shoulder, his warm breath brushing against Sumire's neck, sending a slight shiver down his spine.

After reading the words on the screen, he chuckled softly:

"Oh—Xiao Cheng's friend is urging her to meet his family?"

Kikawa Sumi put down the soup bowl and subtly pulled her leg back from where Gojo Satoru had hooked it.

He picked up his phone, his long, slender fingers tapping on the screen, and said calmly, "They just want to eat."

Gojo Satoru turned his head, his lips almost brushing against Sumi Kikawa's earlobe: "Aren't I family?"

Sumi Kichikawa stopped typing.

He turned his head and looked directly at Gojo Satoru, who was standing right in front of him.

"You are," Sumire Kichikawa answered without hesitation, her voice firm.

"Then take me to meet them," Gojo Satoru said, looking at Sumireki Kawakawa.

His usually nonchalant, pale blue eyes had shed all their frivolity and nonchalance, revealing a rare, even stubborn, seriousness.

He wasn't just making a joke offhand.

He really wanted to go.

That was Sumire Kawakawa's friend.

He wanted to get to know them, to step into this part of Kikkawa Sumi without reservation, and to let everyone know that his relationship with Kikkawa Sumi was down-to-earth, real, and could be witnessed by everyone.

He has always taken this relationship seriously.

Looking into his eyes, Kikawa Sumi instantly understood the weight behind his words.

It felt like the softest part of my heart had been hit hard.

"Okay," he said. "I'll arrange the time."