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

After walking back home together, Gojo Satoru didn't even go back to his room, but followed Geto Suguru directly into his room.

The windows are open during the day, so even if the room has been exposed to the scorching sun all day, it will be cool and cool by dusk.

The cake was placed on the coffee table, and Gojo Satoru fell headfirst onto the sofa.

The tall figure leaned on the small sofa, feeling a little cramped.

Geto Suguru walked to the open kitchen with the shopping bag, watching Gojo Satoru out of the corner of his eye.

Gojo Satoru tiredly kicked off his slippers and rubbed against the sofa like a kitten, making muffled sounds.

"Ah~ It's really better to be at home. Lying on the sofa, I feel so relaxed. It's so comfortable."

Geto Xiayou sighed and smiled helplessly. He took the vegetables and meat out of the shopping bag and put them into the sink to wash them later.

Then he turned around and went back to pick up the strawberry cake on the coffee table and put it in the refrigerator's fresh-keeping layer. After-meal desserts like cakes will taste better if they are chilled in the refrigerator in advance.

"Gojo-san, I bought chicken for the curry. Chicken is easier to digest. Is that okay?"

"Hmm?" Gojo Satoru raised his head from the sofa pillow with difficulty, and saw Geto Suguru biting a hair tie in his mouth and using his hands to gather his hair.

Maybe it’s not convenient to cook if it’s hanging loose on my shoulders, so I want to tie it up.

Geto Suguru stood sideways beside the pool. The light of the setting sun shone through the blinds used for ventilation in the kitchen. Bathed in the warm yellow light, Geto Suguru seemed to be glowing all over.

Gojo Satoru has very, very good eyesight. From this position, he can see every detail on the face of the person standing in the halo a few meters away.

The light from the setting sun was divided into strips by the blinds, and fine dust floated in the air. A beam of light hit Geto Suguru's eyes, and fell into his golden-brown pupils through his long eyelashes, very bright.

Geto Suguru's head moved slightly with the movement of his hands, and the halo spread across his entire face. Even the fine hairs on his face seemed to be visible, giving people a soft feeling.

In the backlight, Geto Suguru lowered his eyebrows, took the hair tie from his mouth with his right hand, and spread it out with his thumb and index finger. His fingers hooked back and forth neatly and skillfully, and soon a bun was tied.

Gojo Satoru pouted. He had never looked at a man so seriously before, and today was the first time.

He didn't know if it was the effect of light and shadow, but he felt that Geto Suguru just now looked like he had walked out of a movie screen, giving people an indescribable feeling.

Tsk~What's the point of a man being so good-looking?

After tying his hair, Xia Yujie smiled with his eyes curved. "Because I don't have your phone number, I can't be sure what kind of flavor you like. I bought chicken on my own initiative because chicken tastes lighter. If you want beef, you can buy it next time."

Gojo Satoru stared at Geto Suguru's smiling face for a while, and saw that when he smiled, his eyes would bend into a crescent-shaped arc, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.

"It's okay, I'll eat it all. Speaking of which," Gojo Satoru smiled, "Mr. Getabu is such a good man, actually accommodating a guy who comes to eat for free."

Geto Suguru felt a little embarrassed by what Gojo Satoru said. He was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say, so he just smiled to get away with it.

I just said, "I need to eat alone too. If you come, it will just make more food. It's not a big deal. So, you can rest for a while and I will call you when the food is ready."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, turned over and lay on the cramped sofa, his long legs having nowhere to rest and could only be placed on the armrest of the sofa with difficulty.

Although he was very tired, he felt happy because someone made curry rice specifically for him. What's more, there was strawberry cake as dessert after the meal, and the person he was having dinner with was a very handsome mature man.

No matter how you look at it, it was a very enjoyable meal.

Geto Xia Yu first steamed the rice in the rice cooker, and then washed the meat and vegetables.

Cut the carrots and potatoes into pieces of similar size and set aside. Finely dice the onion.

Geto Suguru doesn't like cutting onions very much because the smell of onions is too pungent. It will hurt his eyes and even make him cry. For this reason, he almost never eats them.

However, it would feel a bit strange if there were no onions in the curry rice. For Gojo Satoru, he would rather endure the needle-like pain.

Gojo Satoru, who was lying quietly on the sofa, finally noticed something strange. He seemed to hear the sound of someone sniffing coming from the kitchen.

Gojo Satoru got up from the sofa in confusion and walked into the kitchen.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"No, there's nothing I need help with... um!" Geto Suguru turned his head and met Gojo Satoru's head.

At this moment, the two of them were almost nose to nose and eyes to eyes.

Gojo Satoru's beautiful big blue eyes flickered, as if he hadn't expected this to happen.

They were so close, so close that Gojo Satoru could see how many eyelashes Gayu Geto had, so close that he could hear each other's breathing, and so close that he could see his own face reflected in the other's pupils.

For a moment, the hands that were cutting onions stopped moving, and the two people just stared at each other.

For a few seconds, Geto Suguru felt like he couldn't breathe, and even his heart was beating irregularly.

For the first time in his life, he opened his eyes so wide, to an incredible extent.

However, Gojo Satoru's face gradually became blurred in his eyes, and only two small blue dots were barely distinguishable.

"Mr. Getsuyu," Gojo Satoru called out to him, "Are you crying?"

The next second, his shoulder was held down by the other party, and Gojo Satoru's anxious voice kept ringing in his ears, "Mr. Gosho, Mr. Gosho, what's wrong with you? What happened? Why are you crying? So many tears, oh, what should I do?"

Gojo Satoru searched all his pockets with his hands, trying to find a handkerchief or tissue to wipe Geto's tears, but unfortunately, he didn't have any of these things on him. He used the last pack of tissues to wipe the cream stuck on the corner of his mouth when he ate ice cream at noon, and now he had nothing on him.

After the impatience, warm hands instead of handkerchiefs touched Geto Suguru's face, and Gojo Satoru kept wiping the tears rolling down Geto Suguru's eyes.

The man was very panicked. To be honest, he had never tried to comfort anyone to stop them from crying. He was always the one who made people cry and then laughed at them.

"Jay, Jay, what's wrong with you?"