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

In clear weather, the clouds are very thin and you can see the stars in the sky when you look up.

Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru didn't go far. They stood side by side in the corridor at the door, holding a cake on a paper plate in one hand and a fork in the other.

The corridor was quite wide, and he rested his arms on the outer railing, leaning his body on it leisurely.

When the summer night wind blows through the forest and comes back, it brings a cool breeze with the fragrance of grass and trees, blowing away the summer heat and making people who are lazy after dinner feel refreshed.

The house is built on a gentle slope, and the view is wider from the higher ground.

Standing here, you can see the river across the road below the gentle slope. At night, the river reflects the lights of the buildings, the moonlight and starlight in the sky, and it looks sparkling.

Further away, there are commercial streets, tall buildings, canteens and restaurants. The lights on make it look like a different world.

At this moment, the two of them were quietly watching the scenery.

Smell the night breeze with the fragrance of grass and trees, and eat the smooth and sweet strawberry cake.

Before eating, Geto Suguru naturally gave the strawberry that was decorating the cake in his hand to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru looked at the extra strawberry with a strange expression on his face. He looked at the man half a meter away and asked excitedly, "Is this for me? Mr. Geta doesn't want to eat it?"

Geto Suguru finally reacted. He frowned and looked at the red strawberries that were already on Gojo Satoru's cake. He suddenly realized how terrible habits were.

In the past, every time he ate cake, whether it was strawberry, kiwi, grape or chocolate, Gojo Satoru would quickly dig it out and stuff it into his mouth when he wasn't paying attention, and swallow it before he could react.

"Because Jay doesn't eat it. I thought Jay didn't like to eat it." That bad guy would say something like that.

At that time, he would be very annoyed, his cheeks puffed with anger, "Who said I don't like to eat, I just want to save the best for last, Wu, you are so hateful!"

Gojo Satoru is a scoundrel. He would pretend to be pitiful and pretend to know he was wrong and regret it. He looked at him pitifully and asked, "What should I do? I've already eaten you, Jie. Will you blame me?"

Geto Suguru didn't know how to deal with Gojo Satoru's sudden move. He was obviously a little angry, but he also found it a little funny that Gojo Satoru pretended like this, so in the end he sighed and forgave him.

However, the next time, Gojo Satoru did the same thing again and used the same trick again.

He would not eat the fruit and chocolate on Glass Cake, nor would he eat the fruit and chocolate on Nanami and Haibara's cakes. He would only eat Geto Suguru's.

Geto Suguru was helpless but used to it. He would even take the initiative to share the decorations on the cake with Gojo Satoru the moment he got it. Gojo Satoru was even more used to it. Sometimes he would go a bit too far and open his mouth and make an "ah-" sound, signaling Geto Suguru to stuff the decorated fruits or chocolates directly into his mouth.

In response, Glass shook her head repeatedly and said, "You have spoiled your son, so you have to bear it yourself. If Gojo dares to take my fruit and chocolate, I will beat him to death."

Although Nanami and Haibara didn't say anything, their eyes told Geto Suguru that they thought the same.

Son, do you really treat Gojo Satoru as your son and spoil him?

What a ridiculous metaphor!

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru doesn't just bully him, he is also nice to him.

Even though he only snatched a strawberry, a few grapes, or a few slices of kiwi or chocolate each time, Gojo Satoru would buy him a lot the next day.

A box of strawberries, a few bunches of grapes, a few kiwis, or a whole bar of chocolate as big as a palm.

He would throw it to me, then laugh proudly and say, "This is the right way to raise a son. Look how generous I am."

It seems that all boys are like this, always wanting to be a father to their partner.

Geto Suguru looked at the strawberry and just smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, sorry, I'm used to doing this. I used to share my strawberries with my friends, so I did this subconsciously."

Gojo Satoru shook his head. "Does Geto-san not like to eat it, or are you forced to do this because your friends like it?"

This question is really tricky. For a moment, Geto Suguru even thought that Gojo Satoru was also reborn. But how is this possible?

How could Gojo Satoru, known as the strongest man of his generation, die so young?

"I...I don't like it."

Geto Suguru lied.

He quickly turned his head to look at the lights and the shimmering river in the distance again, not noticing the lost pout of the person next to him.

but--

The cake is really delicious, with a silky texture, rich milky aroma, soft cake base, and a filling filled with strawberry jam. The sourness of the strawberry jam neutralizes the sweetness of the cream, and the sweetness and sourness are just right. You won’t feel greasy when you put it in your mouth, and your mood will become better.

This thing is a thousand times more delicious than the curse spirit.

Speaking of which, since his rebirth, Geto Suguru has never used cursed power again, nor has he exorcised or devoured cursed spirits again.

Although life is very tiring, if I don't have to do these things and try to think of myself as a monkey without any magical power, it will indeed be a lot easier.

Enjoying the cool breeze, eating cake, and looking at the night view, with my best friends by my side.

For a moment, Geto Suguru felt a sore nasal cavity.

All of this was both real and dreamy, so happy that it made people want to cry, but because it was too happy, he was afraid it was just a dream.

If this was a dream, he hoped to wake up later. He also wanted... he also wanted this dream to last one more minute, and the people in the dream to stay one more minute.

Unlike eating curry rice, Gojo Satoru ate the cake very slowly, taking small bites at a time, which reminded Geto Suguru of his childhood.

When he was little, his mother rarely gave him sweets for the sake of his teeth's health, but children still wanted to eat some snacks after all.

So, with his father's mediation, his mother allowed him to eat dessert, cake, biscuits, or candy once a week, and he could choose one himself.

At that time, Geto Suguru especially looked forward to the weekend because it was the day when he could eat dessert.

No matter what he ate at the time, when it entered his mouth, Geto Suguru felt very satisfied.

At that time, he would be like Gojo Satoru now, eating in small bites, very slowly, letting the sweet taste melt in his mouth and linger as long as possible.

Thinking of his childish self at that time and looking at the adult Gojo Satoru in front of him, Geto Suguru couldn't help laughing.