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

Feeling Geto's smile, Gojo Satoru looked up at him and asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at, Mr. Geto? Is there cream on the corner of my mouth again?"

As he spoke, Gojo Satoru extended the tip of his tongue and gently licked along his upper and lower lips. Under the dim light, he had a fair and delicate face, an ignorant expression, and a pink tongue like a kitten.

Geto Suguru's slender fingers suddenly grasped the wooden railing at hand. He felt that he had not breathed properly. The cold air disrupted the rhythm in his trachea, choking him and making him want to cough. However, because of his rapid heartbeat, he wanted to suppress the cough.

"Anything else?" Gojo Satoru asked him.

Geto Suguru looked away and shook his head hurriedly. They were outdoors and the night light at the door was very low in wattage, barely illuminating a small area beside the door. It was because of this dim light that he was able to barely avoid Gojo Satoru's eyes and prevent the other party from seeing his suddenly flushed face.

"No more," Gojo Satoru grinned, "That's good."

Geto Suguru felt very embarrassed that Gojo Satoru could easily provoke the restlessness in his heart that shouldn't be there.

He felt very despicable, so for a moment he didn't dare to turn his gaze back to Gojo Satoru's face.

Fortunately, this Gojo Satoru is just like his best friend Gojo Satoru when he was alive. He is very slow to perceive such subtle and delicate emotions.

He chattered calmly beside Geto Suguru, completely unaware of what the other person was thinking.

The more he did this, the more relieved Geto felt, but also the more shameless he felt.

He had to find a way to control this mood and the unspeakable thoughts that it brought.

This time, he was no longer greedy. He did not want to change the world, nor did he want to save the weak ordinary people, or the weak magicians.

He no longer wanted any new world or sorcerer's paradise.

Since his deceased relatives did not come back to life due to the special nature of rebirth, all he wanted was to live in peace and security, where he could see Gojo Satoru.

He didn't dare beg for more, he just wanted to be able to see him.

If Gojo Satoru knew about my shameful feelings for him, he would probably stay away from me and feel disgusted with himself.

What close friends? By then, they can no longer be close friends.

Gojo Satoru can allow himself to become a curse master, and even after becoming a curse master, he is still willing to call others his best friends.

But, how could a man as straight as him, whose orientation is straighter than a telephone pole, allow people around him to have such thoughts about him?

You must hide it well, hide these thoughts that cannot see the light well, and never let even a little bit of it leak out.

The two men leaned against the wooden railing and chatted until after ten o'clock. The lights in the residential area below the gentle slope went out one by one, and the wind blowing from the forest brought a deeper chill. It was not until this moment that they realized that it was getting late.

"It's time to take a break," said Geto Suguru's gentle voice.

Gojo Satoru paused, then nodded, "Ah, Mr. Geto has to get up early to go to work tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah," Geto Xia Yu replied softly, and then smiled, "Gojo-san got up earlier than me, didn't he?"

Gojo Satoru grinned, "Because of special circumstances, it's not always like this."

The two of them chatted happily, without any specific topic, just saying whatever came to mind. After the chat, if they thought back, they might not remember exactly what they said, but at the moment of the chat, the ease and pleasure were really lingering between the two of them.

Before they parted, Gojo Satoru's hand stopped on the doorknob and he couldn't help but look back.

Geto Satsuki hadn't left yet. He turned around to face this side of the room, his thin back leaning lightly against the wooden railing. Seeing Gojo Satoru stop what he was doing and turn around, a smile appeared on Geto Satsuki's lips the moment their eyes met.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Gojo Satoru pouted, and the light from above his head fell down and hit his face.

The man really had a very superior face, and even the deathly lighting angle from top to bottom could not diminish his handsomeness.

As if there was something obscure that was difficult to say, Gojo Satoru turned his head to look at Geto Suguru.

There was always a faint smile on Geto Suguru's face as he kept looking at Gojo Satoru. His intuition told him that Gojo Satoru must have something to say, but he had no idea what it was.

Could it be... that you want to talk about tomorrow's dishes?

Geto Suguru couldn't help but laugh and shook his head. This seemed to be something Gojo Satoru might say.

Seeing that Gojo Satoru was so reluctant to speak, Geto couldn't help but speak for him. He asked Gojo Satoru, "Do you want to tell me what you want to eat tomorrow?"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment.

Seeing his bewildered look, Xia Yujie found it even more amusing. His smile deepened as he whispered, "It's okay. Just tell me what you want to eat. Like I said before, I still need to eat even if I'm alone. It's just a matter of making a little more each time. It's not a big deal."

Gojo Satoru frowned slightly and laughed awkwardly, "Is that so?"

Geto Suguru nodded, "So, tell me, what would you like to eat tomorrow, Gojo-san?"

"Um..." Gojo Satoru scratched his hair helplessly. He said, "Actually, I lied to you yesterday. I'm a teacher now."

Xia Yujie was obviously stunned for a moment, "What did you say?"

Gojo Satoru smiled complacently, with a proud look in his eyes, "Well, after graduating in April this year, I have been teaching at the school, and now, I have also started to teach students."

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Geto Suguru felt that this was nothing at all.

No matter which world, no matter which life, Gojo Satoru is Gojo Satoru. He is the son of the Six-Eyed God and the man known as the strongest sorcerer of the contemporary era. It is not a big deal for him to become a teacher at such a young age.

But, in that life, when did Gojo Satoru become a high school teacher?

No, Geto Suguru didn't know at all. Perhaps due to his own pride and arrogance, he didn't specifically inquire about Gojo Satoru after leaving the technical high school. He stubbornly wanted to completely sever the ties with the other party.

Xia Yujie smiled again and said, "So, I can't call you Gojo-san anymore, right? What should I call you, Gojo-sensei?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "If it's Mr. Geto, you can call me whatever you want. If you think calling me Gojo-san is more comfortable, you can still do that."

Geto Suguru stood there with his arms folded, his head slightly tilted, a hint of teasing in his eyes.