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

The semi-open kitchen is not too big, and the aroma of curry quickly spreads, filling the entire space with a spicy scent.

Gojo Satoru was in charge of serving the rice. He stood beside Geto Suguru, holding a white plate in each hand and waiting.

Geto Xia Yu poured a little soup into the condiment dish, blew on it, and took a small sip.

After tasting it in his mouth, he frowned slightly, "It seems a bit bland?"

Realizing that Gojo Satoru was waiting beside him, Geto suddenly felt embarrassed and said to Gojo Satoru, "It seems a little bland. If you pour it on rice, the taste will be even lighter."

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, and then said, "Let me taste it."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Geto Suguru was about to put down the seasoning dish in his hand and take out a new one from the cupboard next to him for Gojo Satoru.

However, before he could put it down, Gojo Satoru's tall figure suddenly moved closer.

The condiment dish in his hand was touched by the other person. Gojo Satoru used Geto Suguru's hand to suck the remaining curry soup in the dish into his mouth. The next second, the feeling of oppression disappeared.

Gojo Satoru raised his head and savored the soup in his mouth carefully, and soon he nodded.

"Ah, it seems a little bland, just add a little salt."

Geto Suguru seemed not to have heard what Gojo Satoru said. He just held the seasoning dish and looked stiffly at the guy who suddenly came closer and then left.

His gaze shifted to the saucer. The already scant broth inside only had a few brown traces left. The saucer that his mouth had touched had just been eaten by Gojo Satoru...

"Mr. Geta, Mr. Geta?" Gojo Satoru tilted his head and looked at Geta like a curious kitten. "Did you hear what I said, Mr. Geta?"

"Ah..." Geto Suguru came back to his senses.

"Are you distracted, Mr. Getsu? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Xia Yujie's face flushed and he stretched out his hand randomly, "Here."

"Hmm?" Gojo Satoru couldn't see himself.

Geto Suguru inhaled the liquid slowly into his lungs in several breaths. He hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his index finger and gently wiped Gojo Satoru's lower lip.

"It got stained with curry sauce."

"Ah~" Gojo Satoru smiled awkwardly and licked his lips.

Geto Suguru watched the pink tip of the tongue flash by, and the fingertips that brushed against the curry sauce suddenly felt like they were burned by fire.

Gojo Satoru had just licked the spot where he had rubbed his index finger.

What kind of cat behavior is this?

"It's a bit bland. Add some salt, Mr. Getsu."

Geto Xia Yu tried hard to calm his restless mood, scooped a spoonful of salt from the jar and threw it into the soup pot. He tried his best to focus all his attention on the pot, instead of being disturbed by the guy standing next to him in the open, who refused to be ignored.

"Hey, Gojo-san, you don't have to wait here with the plate. Once the salt is completely dissolved, I'll take it over to the table. Do you want to go over and wait?"

"No," Gojo Satoru refused without thinking.

"Aren't you tired of holding it like this all the time?"

"Then, Mr. Getsu, do you feel tired standing in front of the stove cooking curry?" Gojo Satoru asked back.

Xia Yujie shook his head. "No, I'm not tired. I was sitting almost all day today."

Gojo Satoru didn't hear the last sentence. He smiled at Geto Suguru. His handsome face became a little childish and cute once he smiled.

He said, “Then I’m not tired either.”

Geto Suguru discovered that even after being reborn and the two met again, he still couldn't do anything to Gojo Satoru because he was not sure whether each other's personalities were still the same as before.

As long as Gojo Satoru smiled at him, as long as there was a hint of coquettishness in Gojo Satoru's tone, he would want to follow him. This seemed to have become an instinct ingrained in his bones.

Geto Suguru curled his lips slightly and despised himself in his heart. They were all men, so why did he always have to accommodate the other party? Was Gojo Satoru treating him like a dog?

What a great dog trainer! Has he succeeded?

This meal seemed to taste even better than yesterday’s. Maybe it was because of the food, or maybe it was just because of a change in my mentality.

Neither of them could explain it specifically, but they both felt very happy.

Gojo Satoru ate very quickly, while Geto Suguru was as elegant as ever.

He reminded Gojo Satoru across from him, "Eat slowly. Eating too fast will burden your stomach."

Gojo Satoru looked up from his plate, his beautiful big blue eyes blinking. He stared at Geto Suguru for a while, then suddenly said sincerely, "Well, Mr. Suguru knows a lot."

This is basic common sense, right? Could it be that Gojo Satoru in front of me doesn’t even understand this?

No, it’s not that I don’t understand, it’s just that I don’t care.

When he was in Jujutsu High School, Gojo Satoru ate very quickly. Apart from sweets, he had little interest in other foods.

He felt that eating was a boring thing just to get nutrition to keep the body functioning. Instead of wasting time on eating, it would be more interesting to finish eating quickly and play basketball.

Now, this is probably still the idea.

"Gojo-san, do you have something important to do after dinner?"

Is it something urgent?

Gojo Satoru thought about it and realized that he was indeed very busy, and he didn't know whether those things were considered important matters.

It doesn't have to be finished tonight, so it shouldn't be considered a big deal. Anything that leaves room for buffering is not a big deal.

His eyes involuntarily drifted towards the direction behind Geto Suguru. Geto Suguru had a keen sense and quickly knew what was in the direction Gojo Satoru was looking at.

He sighed helplessly, and there was a hint of doting in his laughter that he himself didn't even realize.

"Even after dinner, you have to wait a while before you can eat cake, Satoru... no, Gojo-san."

Gojo Satoru curled his lips and put a full spoonful of curry rice into his mouth, acting like a child whose wish was not fulfilled, with a somewhat unconvinced and unpleasant expression.

Geto Suguru quietly ate the food on his plate, enjoying the peaceful moment.

It felt like I was taking care of a child, but during those three years in technical high school, interacting with Gojo Satoru often felt like taking care of a child.

At that time, this guy was obviously a few months older than himself, but his behavior was very perverse and childish. He often acted like an undisciplined problem child, loved to play pranks, didn't use honorifics, and was a little childish.

However, they surprisingly got along well and were happy hanging out together every day.

After that time together was gone, Geto Suguru's life was never so happy again.

Now, he was reborn and met Gojo Satoru again. For some reason, the Gojo Satoru he met was still the same as when he was in technical high school, or the same as when their relationship was at its best.

They were together again, and just looking at Gojo Satoru's words, it seemed as if nothing had changed, everything was the same as it was during those three years.

Geto Xiayou felt that he had regained his happiness, a happiness that seemed unreal, a happiness that moved him.

But he was happy with it and wanted to indulge in this happiness actively.

Having died once, he was very open-minded this time and asked for very little.

He didn't want to be the savior anymore. He just wanted to take one step at a time quietly until the god of death swung his scythe at him again and took his life.