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

Geto Xia Yu carried the food he bought from the supermarket near the school upstairs. Because the first floor was filled with the landlord's things, it was not open for use. Only the two independent rooms upstairs were rented out, and they had to take the external stairs on one side to go upstairs.

The wooden stairs were painted with a layer of anti-corrosion paint. They were hastily installed before being rented out, so they are still very new and there is no need to worry about them rotting for the time being.

Geto Suguru went upstairs with a strange look on his face, his steps making a slightly dull sound on the stairs.

He took out his keys from his trouser pocket in a somewhat messy manner. He never had the habit of carrying a briefcase with him, so he stuffed his cell phone, coin purse and keys into his pockets.

The keys collided with each other in his hands, making a unique metallic sound.

The door of the next room opened at this time, and Gojo Satoru's tall and thin figure leaned against the door comfortably and relaxedly.

"Mr. Getsu, can you buy me a glass of water?" he asked with a grin.

This guy didn't feel awkward or nervous at all when facing strangers, he was very friendly.

Geto Xiayou paused, thought for a few seconds, and finally nodded.

He has never been good at rejecting others.

The key opened the lock, the hand opened the door, and the person entered with his consent.

Gojo Satoru is like a curious baby. He doesn't seem to understand what etiquette is. When he enters the home of someone he meets for the first time, instead of finding a seat to sit down, he wanders around the house.

The room that originally felt spacious when living alone suddenly became crowded again because another person squeezed in.

In a place where the other party couldn't see him, Geto Suguru puffed out his cheeks and breathed in and out slowly. He no longer felt safe after his familiar territory was invaded. Even the smell of the air changed slightly because of this invader.

The scent of mint and lemon seeped into the air bit by bit as Gojo Satoru walked, and the entire windowless room was enveloped in the scent of lemon mint.

Geto Xia Yu put the things he bought on the way on the table in the living room, walked to the window very swiftly and opened it. The wind from the forest not far away blew over. At dusk, the heat faded and the air was cool and refreshing without being scorched by the sun.

The woody scent of the forest greatly diluted the lemon mint scent on Gojo Satoru's body. After standing in front of the window and taking a few deep breaths, Geto Suguru felt that he was saved.

Being overwhelmed by the smell that belonged only to another person was a helpless feeling. He... he didn't like it.

Gojo Satoru ignored Geto Suguru's actions. All his attention was attracted by this strange room.

In the past, he had never entered other people's rooms and didn't know what other people's rooms looked like. He finally met someone who wanted to see his room, and he didn't intend to miss it.

Like an elementary school student visiting a science and technology museum, Gojo Satoru's eyes were full of curiosity.

He found that the layout of the room here was the same as the one he rented, with a living room, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. These must have been specially changed into this style before being rented out.

Otherwise, who would deliberately decorate their home with this kind of layout? It's weird, isn't it?

Geto Suguru looked at Gojo Satoru a few times and artificially filtered out Gojo Satoru's rude behavior.

He walked into the kitchen, lifted the clean white gauze, took out a glass, poured a glass of pure water and handed it to Gojo Satoru.

This guy is here to ask for water, isn't he?

Taking the cup of water, Gojo Satoru thanked politely, "Ah, thank you."

He was looking at a painting on the wall at the time. The painting showed a sword emitting a strong murderous aura. The sword body was entangled with rose branches, and wine-red petals fell one by one, like drops of blood. Below it was a line casually outlined by the painter with a pen of the same color, like a ribbon or a letter spit out by a poisonous tongue. A few of the falling petals landed on it, and there was a strong sense of fate in the darkness, which was quite Gothic.

"Is this the painting left by the landlord?" Gojo Satoru took a sip of purified water and asked Geto Suguru.

"..."

Geto Xia Yu's gaze shifted from Gojo Satoru's face to the painting on the wall. He shook his head and said softly, "No, I bought it by chance after seeing it in a second-hand shop. But... why do you ask this?"

Gojo Satoru grinned brightly, but his eyes held a certain carefree playfulness that only belonged to boys. "Because a gentle person like Mr. Getsu wouldn't like this style of painting anyway. But, it's really surprising."

Gentle. It seems that many people have used this word to describe themselves in the past, but am I really gentle?

He still hasn't figured it out until now.

Xia Yujie didn't know what to say, so he just smiled perfunctorily and said, "That's what I mean."

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to notice Geto's discomfort. He continued, "That's why they say you can't judge a person by their appearance. Maybe Geto-san is a teacher on the surface, but secretly has another job. People with such contrasts often appear, don't they?"

Geto Suguru looked at Gojo Satoru in astonishment for a moment. The man smiled innocently, as if he was just talking and had no other intention at all.

"What do you mean, or do you mean..."

Gojo Satoru looked at the dense bubbles nestling on the wall of his water glass and muttered to himself, "It's like being a lecturer during the day and playing underground rock at night. That's what it's like."

After hearing this explanation, my heart, which had been hanging in the air, slowly returned to its original position.

Geto Xiayou lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that he was too sensitive.

"I bought quite a lot of ingredients today, so Gojo-san, would you like to have dinner here? We just moved here, so I'm afraid we haven't prepared the ingredients yet, right?"

Gojo Satoru didn't know what being polite was. He gladly accepted Geto Suguru's invitation. He put the empty cup of water on the table and stretched his limbs into the soft sofa.

"That's really helpful, Mr. Getsu. If you hadn't invited me to dinner, I would probably have starved."

Geto Suguru's eyes softened a little. Although it was the first time they met, he had no idea how to deal with this guy.

Gojo Satoru took off his glasses and stared straight at Geto Suguru who was standing in front of him.

He asked, "You call me classmate, how do you know I'm still studying? Maybe I've already dropped out of school because I'm so rebellious?"

Geto Xia Yu was stunned by his question and couldn't answer for a long time.

Gojo Satoru chuckled, thinking that Geto Suguru was a little cute. He laughed and nodded continuously, "Bingo~ You're right. I'm still a student at a technical college."

Seeing that Xia Yujie didn't say anything, he said again: "Mr. Xia Yu, you can't even make an excuse? You can make one up at random. After all, your job is a teacher. If you tell me that this is your habitual name and it's caused by your occupational disease, I will believe it."

Being tricked, Xia Yujie felt a little annoyed, "That..."

Before he could say anything, Gojo Satoru sat up straight, resting his arms on his knees. He then asked, "So, Mr. Getsu, what about you? How old are you now?"

Looking at Gojo Satoru who suddenly became serious, Geto Suguru subconsciously clenched his hands hanging on his thighs, his palms became wet, and his heart beat faster.

He looked at the young Gojo Satoru for a long time, his lips trembling for a long time, and finally, he cruelly told him his age.

"As for me, I've already had my twenty-seventh birthday."