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

Geto Xiayu opened his eyes wide and looked at Gojo Satoru in surprise. Gojo Satoru seemed to think that he seemed a little childish, so he said again: "Mr. Xiayu, please don't laugh at me. I don't know why, maybe it's because I rely too much on you."

Geto Suguru listened blankly. He heard that although Gojo Satoru was a little shy, he spoke very frankly about his dependence on him.

Gojo Satoru spoke frankly and didn't think it was something shameful at all.

"So I want to ask, from now on, can I sleep at your side, or Mr. Getsu can sleep at my side? As long as I can be by your side, that's enough."

"Wu..."

"Promise, okay?" Gojo Satoru raised a hand. "I swear, as long as Mr. Getsu doesn't agree, I will be very honest and absolutely do nothing."

That's right to say...

Geto Suguru's face turned red uncontrollably, and he reached out to pull down Gojo Satoru's raised hand to swear and held it.

In fact, compared to Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru needs company more than him, but maybe it’s because of his personality, but he finds it difficult to say such a request out loud.

Seeing that Geto Suguru hadn't said he agreed, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but hug him and act coquettishly.

"Mr. Geta wouldn't want me to get into any danger during the mission because of poor sleep, would you?"

This despicable guy actually learned to use this method.

But Geto Suguru was a little happy.

He likes the feeling of being needed. In the past, exorcising cursed spirits and helping the weak was a feeling of being needed. Later, after violently taking over and reorganizing the Panxing Sect, he was surrounded by so-called family members, which was also a feeling of being needed. Adopting the Jiachang sisters and becoming their protective father was an absolute feeling of being needed.

Being needed has always been the meaning of Geto Suguru's life in this world. However, such meaning is easily broken and easily replaced, so he has to look for new "meaning" again and again.

As long as Gojo Satoru says "I need you", Geto Suguru is willing to go through fire and water for him.

It's just ridiculous that the real Gojo Satoru doesn't need it, but the twenty-year-old young man in front of him does.

Gojo Satoru's blue eyes flickered, shining as brightly as gems in the darkness.

Geto Xia Yu looked at it, saw the pleading in it, saw the love it contained for him.

It seems like Gojo Satoru really likes him.

Geto Xiayou sighed slightly, and all the chaos in his mind disappeared silently, and he felt that the stuffy feeling in his chest gradually eased.

Exhale, then take another deep breath. As the air enters your lungs, your chest is filled with full emotions.

It was as if when drifting on the stormy and rough sea, a rope tied me up tightly and dragged me to the safe cabin.

You watched with your own eyes as the original ship, in ruins, sank into the water, and you were rescued by someone by chance when your life was hanging by a thread, and thus you were reborn again.

Now, Geto Suguru has this exaggerated feeling.

He never told Gojo Satoru about his "illnesses" nor did he tell him about his deep love for him. He acted indifferently, as if their feelings were something that came naturally and were as lukewarm as a cup of cooled warm water.

Gojo Satoru didn't know that beneath the calm surface, everything about Geto Suguru was so turbulent and so like purgatory.

He had never clearly expressed his desires, nor had he described his emotions directly, but it didn't matter. It was as if Gojo Satoru knew all the things he desired without saying them.

He was the same as me, and spoke before me. He said all the words that I couldn't say.

I want companionship, I long for love, I want to be needed, and I hope that my existence has irreplaceable meaning to someone.

Gojo Satoru could speak these words, which were extremely obscure to him, easily and without any burden.

Geto Suguru was so moved that his eyes became hot.

"Satoru..." He called Gojo Satoru's name over and over again, pressing Gojo Satoru's head in his arms.

He wanted to thank Gojo Satoru, thank him for needing him and wanting his company. His need was exactly what he couldn't express. In a way, this was simply salvation.

Geto Suguru is not a person who is good at speaking out his thoughts. Gojo Satoru leans on Geto Suguru's chest. Next to his ear, Geto Suguru's heart is beneath his flesh and ribs.

The sound of heartbeats reached Gojo Satoru's ears. Listening to the heartbeats, he felt very fortunate, and he also knew that his request was correct.

Geto Suguru needed him, but he never said it. Someone had to find a way to open the closed door.

Whether the person inside takes the initiative to open a gap or the person outside chops off the chains with an axe, the effect is the same.

He took the initiative to ask for Geto Suguru's company, and this time, Geto Suguru did not refuse him. How can this not be considered the progress that Geto Suguru has made through hard work?

If I have my own, I probably won’t need to take sleeping pills anymore.

Should this be the case?

Gojo Satoru nuzzled in Geto's arms like a kitten, smiling softly, "Geto-san smells so good, I love it."

Xia Yujie was a little shy, "You have used shower gel too..."

What this means is that we all smell the same, and there is no question of who smells better than the other.

Gojo Satoru shook his head. "Because Mr. Getsu still has a warm and gentle scent about him, that's why it's different."

Warmth and tenderness, at this moment, materialized into a powerful smell, a smell that belonged exclusively to Geto Suguru that Gojo Satoru smelled.

"Can you hold me like this while we sleep tonight?"

After Gojo Satoru said this, Geto Suguru suddenly realized that he was hugging her too tightly and couldn't help but loosen his arms.

Gojo Satoru refused to listen and pulled Geto Suguru's arm over to hug him, "I feel safe sleeping with you holding me."

Geto Suguru had no choice but to put his arm loosely on Gojo Satoru's shoulders, pretending to hug him.

He couldn't help but laugh, "Satoru really is like a child sometimes."

"Do you mean that he will act like a spoiled child and act like a spoiled brat to you?" In the darkness, two people who were still very energetic and not at all sleepy began to chat unconsciously.

"Hmm..." It's actually hard to put it into words, and it's not just about this, but the way he speaks and behaves often makes people feel like that.

"It's because I'm with Mr. Getsu. After all, I was so bored when I was a kid."

"Look at it this way, being born into the Three Great Families and being a family-based sorcerer also has its disadvantages."

"Ah," Gojo Satoru nodded as he nestled in Geto's arms. "Too old-fashioned. Sometimes, he's so old-fashioned that he can't adapt or be kind to others, which makes him seem really boring and depressing."

"Wasn't Wu very pitiful when he was little?"

"I wouldn't call it pathetic. After all, I know how to entertain myself. After coming to Tokyo from Kyoto with my clan's sorcerers, I often go out and wander around on my own. Wandering around the streets is much more interesting than receiving the so-called elite education in my clan."

"How old was that?"

Gojo Satoru couldn't remember clearly, "About five or six, or seven or eight."