Curse Back to Five Summers: Best Friends Are an Excuse for Couples

After leaving the supermarket, Geto Xiayou walked along the street towards home. He knew that after walking a few dozen meters he would pass by a very small cake shop.

The shop is small and its customers are mostly people who live nearby. The flow of customers is not large, but the advantage is that the food is fresh and tastes good.

He plans to buy two pieces of strawberry cakes for dessert.

In the glass window, there are ready-made snacks, including strawberry cakes.

Geto Suguru bent down and looked at them one by one, all his attention was attracted by the exquisite snacks in the display window separated by a glass, until his forehead suddenly hit another forehead.

He stood up hurriedly, but the other party squeaked before him.

He looked up and saw the silver head not far away. The other person turned around, his black glasses slipped down a little, revealing his sky-blue eyes pitifully.

Geto Suguru was stunned, but saw Gojo Satoru pouting his lips and looking a little aggrieved.

"It hurts, Mr. Getsu."

"Satoru," realizing that this address was too intimate, Geto Xia Yu quickly changed his words, "Oh no, Gojo-san, why are you..."

Gojo Satoru rubbed his head with a pout, revealing a pair of crescent eyes. He said helplessly, "Didn't we agree that we'd treat Mr. Geta to a small cake this afternoon as a return gift for yesterday's dinner?"

Having said this, Gojo Satoru straightened up. His tall and slender figure was more perfect than the models in magazines. The sudden appearance of such a handsome young man nearby made the female clerk in the cake shop couldn't help but secretly glance at him. He seemed not to see, and his eyes were all focused on Geto Suguru.

"Speaking of which," Geto Suguru held up the bag in his hand to show Gojo Satoru, "All the ingredients for curry rice are ready. Let's make the curry rice you mentioned tonight."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was clearly surprised. "I just wrote it down with the idea of giving it a try, but I didn't expect Mr. Geta to actually make it. What should I do now? Strawberry cake alone doesn't seem like a good enough return gift for two meals."

"You don't need to worry about this, I also..."

Gojo Satoru interrupted Geto Suguru, bending down again. His clear, sky-colored eyes scanned everyone's faces. He asked, "What flavors does Geto Suguru like? Tell me and I'll buy some for you tomorrow."

Geto Suguru stood still. He looked at Gojo Satoru's profile, which seemed to be glowing under the light from the window, and at his blue crystal-like eyes embedded in his smooth facial lines. This all-too-familiar face appeared in front of him again, and the feeling of unreality finally lessened a little.

“Edamame cream daifuku.”

When these words came out of Geto Suguru's mouth, Gojo Satoru's eyes brightened noticeably, and he seemed very surprised.

Geto Suguru smiled slightly. He knew what Gojo Satoru was surprised about. He must be surprised that he had the same taste as him and liked the same things.

But he probably doesn't know that he doesn't actually have a particular favorite flavor. The reason I say this is just because I know he likes it.

He loves to eat, so it's enough for him to eat some by himself. It was like this before, and it's nothing special now. He is used to this kind of thing.

"Um..." The female clerk interrupted the conversation a little embarrassedly, "We don't have edamame cream-filled daifuku in our store. I'm really sorry."

"Oh, I see," Geto Suguru was embarrassed for a moment. He just said whatever came to his mind without even looking at what was in the store.

Gojo Satoru didn't realize how awkward the atmosphere was, or rather, he didn't even notice the awkwardness at all.

He was very happy when Geto Suguru said the name of the snack.

"Two pieces of strawberry cake first."

As the clerk brought him the cake, Gojo Satoru comforted Geto, "It doesn't matter if we don't have it here. I know a century-old shop in Sendai. Their edamame daifuku is famous. It's a local specialty. I'll buy that for you tomorrow."

"Huh?" Geto was obviously surprised. "It's too far away. There's no need for that."

"It's okay, it's not too far, just over 400 kilometers."

"..."

The cake was already packed and the clerk handed it to Gojo Satoru. After paying, he and Geto Suguru slowly walked towards home.

It takes another ten minutes to walk from here to home. It is early summer now and the weather is not very hot. In the evening, because it is backed by the forest, there is a cool breeze blowing out of the forest, and you will feel cold occasionally.

The two of them, one in a suit, the other in a college uniform, one carrying a supermarket shopping bag, the other holding a cake box, walked side by side on the clean path after the sprinkler truck passed.

The river flowed on their left, creating the most pleasant sound in early summer. Below the riverbank was a gentle slope with lush green grass, and cicadas would chirp from time to time.

The setting sun hung on the treetops, the river surface became golden because of the glow of the setting sun, and even the forest had a slightly warm color.

Geto Suguru couldn't describe how he felt at the moment. Walking side by side with Gojo Satoru was a very common thing ten years ago, nothing special, but in the past ten years it was a scene that could only appear in his dreams.

The young man who was full of vigor and ambition back then has now restrained his edge.

Gojo Satoru may still be the Gojo Satoru in memory, but Geto Suguru knows that he is no longer the same person he was ten years ago.

He was reborn into this world in a very strange state.

Gojo Satoru stretched as he walked, but when he thought about the cake in his hand and was afraid that it would break, he put his arms down very tactfully.

Take a deep breath, and the faint fishy smell of water plants and the fresh fragrance of the grass and trees in the forest rush into your nostrils, and the fatigue of the day is slightly relieved at this moment.

"Are you tired?" Geto Suguru turned to look at him.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head towards Geto Suguru, and his black round glasses slipped down a little, revealing his beautiful eyes.

He asked Xia Yujie, "Mr. Xia Yu, aren't you tired after a day's work?"

Geto Suguru was amused by his childish appearance. They should be about the same age, but now there is a seven-year age difference. When the older one faces the younger one, there is an inexplicable feeling of pampering.

"I'm not too tired today."

"Eh~" Gojo Satoru didn't ask about the details of his work, but instead talked about himself. "My profession is quite special, and sometimes it can be a bit dangerous. Putting aside whether it's dangerous or not, it's very tiring to always have to concentrate, isn't it?"

Geto Suguru nodded silently, reviewing in his mind what level of abilities Gojo Satoru had reached at this age.

Judging from his current age, twenty-year-old Gojo Satoru should have experienced the incident with the sorcerer killer Fushiguro Shigeru. If so, has he also comprehended the reversal technique?

If I learn the reversal technique, I should be able to feel more at ease and not have to worry about the emergence of a second Fushiguro Shigeru.

Of course, Geto Suguru still has most of his memories from his previous life, so he also knows that in the period before his death, Gojo Satoru at least did not experience any life-and-death moments. There is no second Fushiguro Shigeki in the world, and no one can force him to that point.

It's just the matter of being tired. As long as people are alive, they will feel tired. They are tired, I am tired, and all living things are tired, yes, including monkeys.

But, is Gojo Satoru in this world the same as in the original world?

Have you experienced the astral plasma incident, met Fushiguro Shinobu, and mastered the reversal technique?

Geto Suguru couldn't have guessed any of this.