Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

I seem to be really drunk.

My head was dizzy, the sky and the earth were spinning, and all kinds of bizarre scenes were swirling in my mind, weaving a wonderful picture.

The people in it include Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nozomi, Nanami, Yoga, Maki…

Everyone stood together, without me. They just looked at me from afar, staring and sighing.

I reached out to touch them, but could only feel rough paper. Their color faded in an instant, as if they were separated by a world of difference.

.......

I remember that I needed to tell Gojo Satoru something.

I struggled to lift my head and moved it towards Gojo Satoru, but my head was too heavy and kept drooping down, with my head almost touching the ground. I failed.

A pair of hands firmly grasped my shoulders and lifted me up, and then I leaned against him.

The white hair slid across his cheek, bringing a cool touch. There was a faint sweetness at the tip of his nose. It was very close, so it should be Gojo Satoru.

"Gojo Satoru." I tried to open my eyes and look at him: "I have something else to tell you."

"What is it?" He put aside his usual frivolous side and said, "I will agree to whatever you say now."

"About Tsu Miki." I recalled the content of the comic: "About Tsu Miki, tell her not to go to a place called Eighty-Eight Bridge."

"There is a vicious curse hidden there, which will make everyone who goes there fall into a deep sleep." I said, "You must clear that place."

Because you are the strongest, you can definitely protect them.

He was silent for a while, then held my hair and stroked it gently: "Is that all you have to say?"

I nodded dazedly: "Otherwise, is there anything else important?"

"No more." He repeated, "No more."

"That's good." I slowly closed my eyes and said, "That's good."

*

When I regained consciousness, I was lying on a man's back. He was walking, but each step was extremely steady, without a single bump.

My cheek rested against the silky black hair, leaving a few fine lines.

It was late at night, and dew was dripping from the treetops onto the ground. Because of the cold weather, there were signs that dew was freezing.

The bonfire in front of him gradually went out, making a faint "crackling" sound and scattered sparks, flickering and emitting the last bit of heat.

The watery moonlight penetrated the mountains and forests, reflected on my body, and cast three shadows: mine, Gojo Satoru's, and Suguru Geto's.

I exhaled lightly, and it immediately turned into a white wisp floating up into the air.

"Everyone, where have you all gone..." My face was so red. It must be because the temperature of the wine I drank had risen, so I didn't feel cold. Instead, I felt more comfortable when the wind blew on me.

"It's almost twelve o'clock." Xia Youjie's voice was very gentle, like a spring, making people unable to help but indulge in it: "They are going to set off fireworks."

As his voice fell, not far away, on the mountain of the college, fireworks rose from the bottom to the top, making a loud cry, and exploded in the deep night sky, blooming with brilliant and dazzling brilliance.

The first bell rings and the new year arrives.

It was Gojo Satoru’s 28th year old, and also Geto Suguru’s 28th year old.

"Happy New Year." Gojo Satoru patted my head and said softly, "Jie-chan."

"Jie." Xia Youjie also said softly: "Happy New Year."

But obviously, this is not my name...

"What?" Xia Youjie seemed to have heard my whisper, turned around and asked me: "Did you say something just now?"

"nothing."

I looked up from Geto's back and gazed at the night sky. The fireworks were bright, but fleeting, just like time was passing quickly and could not stop for anyone. Many beautiful times could only become memories engraved in my mind, and could not become a long-term future.

As the fireworks fell, snowflakes floated down from the sky. This was the first snow of 2018.

"Wu, Jie," I said, "Happy New Year."

*

Geto Suguru carried me on his back and walked towards the dormitory, while Gojo Satoru walked on my right.

After the lively party, everyone has gone their separate ways, and no one knows what fate awaits them tomorrow.

After the bustling event, snowflakes fell on my clothes and quickly disappeared, leaving only a lonely moonlight on the ground.

This separation after reunion, and the silence after the noise, makes it even more difficult to adapt.

In the past, I always spent the New Year alone.

After talking on the phone with my uncle and aunt, and wishing each other Happy New Year with a few friends, I just toasted to Gatsby on the screen.

Then I would snuggle into my own little bed, take out the snacks and happy water that I had stockpiled long ago, and read comics or novels all night long without feeling that there was anything wrong.

But this year, there are so many people who celebrate the festival with me.

Everyone happily barbecued, drank, played around, played games, and even set off fireworks.

This is something I never even thought about in previous years.

Logically speaking, I should be happy. After all, I haven't had such companionship for many years.

But, I don’t know why, I don’t know why, I feel so lonely… so lonely…

"I feel so lonely..." I put my head back on Xia Yujie's broad back and murmured, "Why..."

Gojo Satoru came closer and slowly brushed the fallen snow off my head with his hand.

This guy is actually so considerate.

I opened my mouth to thank him, but the choking sound seemed to be unable to be hidden.

I could only try hard to hold back the tears in my eyes and control them from falling onto Xia Yujie's clothes and wetting the fabric.

"Jie, what do you want to say?" asked Xia Yujie.

......

what do i want to say

I want to say, why should I have to lose it after getting it?

The warmth, companionship, happiness, and everything that made me feel alive that I once lost did not belong to me and were destined to be lost.

If the final outcome is loss, I would rather never have gotten it.

"I want to ask..." I said to him, "I want to ask... why I was brought into this world."

"Don't you like it here?" Gojo Satoru asked me.

like.

like very much.

I particularly like it.

So, I want to ask, why?

"Don't you think it's too cruel for me?" I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall, not looking at everything here: "Coming and leaving are not up to me."

Gojo Satoru paused in his action of brushing snow, and Geto Suguru's hand on my knee tightened slightly.

At this time, my wrist felt hot and a dark purple light was projected onto my face.

The dark purple part of the eye was filled up by another one-third.

The area that was originally printed with "three" became a "two".

The first day of 2018 has arrived, and I feel like I am one step closer to going home.