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

Geto Suguru stared at Gojo Satoru's name and the string of numbers below it for a long time.

Gojo Satoru has used this number for at least three years. At least during the three years in technical high school, he has always used the same set. Geto Suguru is very familiar with it.

But now, after time and space have been distorted, will Gojo Satoru also use the same number?

Like me, didn’t I just change my number?

At that time, in order to completely cut off his relationship with the college, he changed the phone number he had used for a long time.

Now, what if the person who dialed the number wasn't Gojo Satoru?

What if Gojo Satoru thought the same as me and changed his number?

Actually, there is nothing to worry about. Even if it’s not Gojo Satoru, what can you do? At most, you can just apologize to the other party and say that it was a wrong call.

However, if it wasn't Gojo Satoru's number, Geto Suguru would feel that everything in front of him was unreal.

He himself is not real, and the person he is eagerly waiting for to come back and eat some vegetarian noodles together is not the real Gojo Satoru.

The one who was originally older has become younger. Isn’t this ridiculous?

But Gojo Satoru never breaks his promise. He is the guy who always keeps his word. If he says he will come back to eat some somen with him, then he will definitely come back. If he doesn't come back, then it means something must have happened.

what is it then?

Xia Yujie's hand holding the phone suddenly began to sweat uncontrollably, and after a while, his palms became wet.

Worry about one person can overshadow everything, so Geto Xia Yu did not hesitate any longer, but pressed the dial button firmly with a little uneasiness.

He hadn't even thought about how to respond to Gojo Satoru's questions. If the other party asked him how he knew his phone number, what would he say?

Soon, this worry was dispelled by the "cold" female voice coming from the receiver.

"The number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later."

The hand holding the phone slowly left his ear, and for a moment, an indescribable feeling lingered in Xia Yujie's heart.

Since the call didn't go through, he couldn't tell who was on the other end of the line, was it Gojo Satoru or someone else.

But none of this matters. What about Gojo Satoru?

Where did Gojo Satoru go and what happened to him?

Geto Xiayou waited by leaning against the wall, lying on the railing, leaning on the sofa, sitting at the dining table, and lying on the bed.

He waited from sunset until late at night.

He was wearing loose black house clothes, but he was not sleeping in bed.

Unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning, Geto Xiayou simply went to the living room and curled up on the sofa with a furry doll in his arms.

There was no light in the living room; he had long been accustomed to the darkness.

Having devoured thousands of cursed spirits, he was no longer afraid of the night, nor of the things lurking in the darkness.

He was sitting here, and as long as Gojo Satoru came back, the footsteps would reach his ears as quickly as possible.

At least, at least he had to make sure Gojo Satoru returned safely.

Even if we don't meet today, even if I can't see him, it doesn't matter. Just hearing his voice and confirming that he is safe is enough.

It's really a bit ridiculous that I am like this. Gojo Satoru is the most powerful sorcerer of the contemporary era, so I don't need to worry about him at all, right?

However, worrying about the people you care about is something you can't control.

The night was very quiet. This place was quite secluded, nestled in the forest and away from the noisy commercial district. Apart from the sound of the mechanical watch hands turning on his wrist, the only sound that Geto could hear was the beating of his heart in his left chest.

The buckwheat noodles were not cooked, dinner was not eaten, and there was still watermelon chilling in the refrigerator.

Wu likes sweet food, and today's watermelon has a high sugar content, which is the kind that Wu would like. It can be used as a fruit after a meal, or as a dessert after a meal.

Um, dessert?

"Mr. Summer Oil, what kind of food do you like? Please tell me and I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

[It doesn't matter if we don't have it here. I know a century-old shop in Sendai that's famous for its edamame daifuku. It's a local specialty. I'll buy that for you tomorrow.]

[It's okay, not too far, just over 400 kilometers.]

The conversation he had with Gojo Satoru in the cake shop yesterday suddenly came to Geto Suguru's mind.

His heart suddenly tightened. He wasn't sure, but he felt that this was the case.

"Could it be... that Wu went to Sendai?"

But even if I went to Sendai, I should have come back by now.

The slender hands tightly grasped the doll in his arms, making the cat doll wrinkled.

At this moment, Xia Yujie suddenly heard a few light footsteps in his ears. The footsteps came from far away and got closer and closer, and he could hear them more and more clearly.

That was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the red brick path in the yard downstairs. The sound soon changed its tone and now it was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden stairs.

A hint of surprise crept up to the corner of Geto Xiayou's mouth. He jumped off the sofa and rushed to the door barefoot.

The sound of the soles of the shoes hitting the ground became clearer, and they were coming towards him.

His hand was already on the door handle, and just as he was about to open the door, Geto Suguru suddenly stopped.

It was as if a basin of cold water was suddenly poured over his head, and he regained all his sanity in an instant.

What's the point of going out now?

If Gojo Satoru asked him, "Mr. Geto, are you still awake?"

How should I answer this question?

Should I shamelessly say, I'm waiting for you, I can't sleep because you haven't come back?

Is that what you mean?

The heart, which had been beating out of rhythm, gradually calmed down, and there was a hint of sadness in the calmness.

Geto Suguru didn't notice that the footsteps stopped. Gojo Satoru was standing quietly outside a door.

In his left hand, he was holding a beautifully packaged paper bag, which contained the edamame cream-flavored Kikufuku that he had bought from Sendai.

The moon is about to set, marking the turning point from late night to early morning. At this time, in this quiet and sparsely populated residential area, only the stars are still awake.

We had clearly agreed to have some somen together, and after that, we would eat the edamame and cream-flavored Kikufuku that he bought from Sendai.

It was clearly agreed upon, and I clearly promised Geto Suguru, but in the end...

Gojo Satoru pouted and sat on the Shinkansen on the way there, imagining that Geto Suguru would probably smile gently after eating the Kikufuku he bought, and he felt very happy.

Unexpectedly, I was attacked by a cursed spirit when I came back. Not only did I waste time, but I also got slightly injured.

Maybe it was because I was not concentrating that the other party had the opportunity to take advantage of me. Fortunately, it didn't matter. I was not seriously injured and Kikufu was not destroyed by the other party.

However, if you don’t eat it on the same day, the taste will be greatly reduced.

"Oh," Gojo Satoru sighed and gently hung Kikufuku's bag on the door handle outside Geto Suguru's room. The weather was cool at night, so Kikufuku would not deteriorate. He would leave earlier than Geto Suguru tomorrow morning, otherwise he would not be able to give Kikufuku to him.

After carefully hanging Kikufuku's bag on Geto Suguru's door handle, Gojo Satoru turned around and went back to his room. Perhaps because he was absent-minded, such an embarrassing thing as tripping over his left foot happened to the strongest sorcerer of the time.

"Hmm!" Gojo Satoru groaned.

Fuck, so embarrassing.

Fortunately no one saw it.

But the next second...