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

Gojo Satoru was wearing a technical high school uniform with the buttons undone revealing the pure white shirt underneath. Both the blue-black technical high school uniform and the white shirt were stained with purple liquid. His short silver-white hair was messy and covered with dust, and there was a scratch on his pretty cheek.

Embarrassed, really embarrassed.

Gojo Satoru saw Geto Suguru looking at him with complicated eyes. Now, with the help of the light, he couldn't help but look up and down.

The purple liquid is what is splashed onto the body after the cursed spirit is exorcised, a bit like the oil paint used by art students to paint.

You were carefully avoiding it, but you still got splashed?

It's really a headache.

Ordinary people cannot see this kind of thing, but Geto Suguru is different. Gojo Satoru's six eyes can see whether a person has a technique. Obviously, Geto Suguru does have it, and it is a very rare curse spirit manipulation technique.

He didn't understand why someone who possessed such a rare and powerful technique didn't become a sorcerer but became an office worker.

But he also knew that everyone has the right to choose how to live their own life. Geto Suguru chose to be an ordinary person and never showed in front of him that he could use magic. He didn't even talk about topics related to cursed spirits and sorcerers.

Xia Yujie pursed his lips, looked at him for a moment, and then said, in a tone that was unclear whether it was a rebuke or a concern: "You're already a teacher, aren't you? How can you be so reckless? Did you get into a fight with some art student?"

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment. He never expected that Geto Suguru would say this. He thought that the other party would just pretend not to see it, or not take the initiative to talk about it, but Geto Suguru used such a lame excuse.

This just revealed that he could see the curse and everything related to the curse.

Gojo Satoru scratched his hair, a smile playing on his lips. He continued what Geto Suguru said, "I encountered some bad guys and gave them a simple lesson. It's not a big deal."

Xia Yujie gave him a meaningful look and pointed at the sofa again, "Go and sit down."

I am too dirty. If I sit on the sofa, I will get Geto Suguru's sofa dirty as well.

"No need, I..."

"Be obedient!"

Geto Suguru clearly said it with a smile, but to Gojo Satoru's ears it sounded inexplicably with a hint of majesty that could not be refused.

Seeing Gojo Satoru finally reluctantly sitting down on the sofa, Geto Suguru turned around with relief and went back to his room to get the medicine box.

Does the presence of scratches mean that Gojo Satoru has not yet mastered the reversal technique?

If I had mastered the reversal technique earlier, this injury would have been healed long ago.

Holding the medicine box, Geto Suguru stood in front of the cabinet in a daze. In the timeline after his rebirth, he was not around as a contemporary, so did Gojo Satoru ever carry out the mission of the Star Plasma Body?

Did he meet Fushiguro Shiori?

If it was executed, was it successful or failed?

Is Riko...still alive in this world?

Geto Suguru exhaled slowly. It was useless to stay in the room and think about these things. Now was not the time to worry about this.

When he returned to the living room with the medicine box, Gojo Satoru had already taken off his high school coat and placed it at his feet.

Now Gojo Satoru was only wearing a white shirt. Because his pants were covered with dust, he was not as casual as the previous times he came in. He just sat in a corner of the sofa to avoid having too much contact with the sofa.

He looked so well behaved, like a good student.

Geto Suguru pulled over a small round stool with wheels and sat opposite Gojo Satoru, and opened the medicine box under Gojo Satoru's gaze.

There are all kinds of household medical supplies such as bandages, iodine, medicated oil for treating bruises and sprains, disinfectant alcohol, etc.

Gojo Satoru watched Geto Suguru looking for something, and suddenly realized that he wanted to treat the minor wound on his face.

"It's just a little scrape, what's the big deal?"

Geto Xia Yu took a cotton swab, soaked it in a little iodine, and then stubbornly pressed it against Gojo Satoru's face.

"Don't move. If you don't take care of it properly, there's a risk of infection. You don't want to have scars on your face, do you, Wu?"

Gojo Satoru had six eyes, and he could see that the man in front of him was a magician like him. Since they were both magicians, why would he make a fuss over such a minor injury?

Is it really just for his face?

What kind of man cares so much about his face?

Mr. Getsu lives a very refined life.

Although he complained in his heart, Gojo Satoru still listened to Geto Suguru. If Geto Suguru didn't let him move, he really wouldn't move.

Geto Suguru concentrated on treating the minor wound for him, with caution and a little worry in his golden brown eyes. His long hair was not tied up and was scattered behind his back, with a strand of bangs falling on the left side of his forehead.

Focused, serious, quiet...

After applying the iodine, Xia Yujie tore off another piece of Band-Aid and gently pressed it on the wound.

After making sure that it was handled perfectly, he breathed a sigh of relief and moved his eyes to look at Gojo Satoru's eyes. It was only at this moment that he realized that Gojo Satoru had been staring at his face with those beautiful blue eyes.

The fingers of his left hand were still pinching Gojo Satoru's face with his palms wide open. Gojo Satoru was as obedient as a docile kitten, sitting upright with his hands on his knees.

At this moment, the kitten looked at him with its twinkling blue eyes wide open.

At this moment, Geto Suguru's heart suddenly started beating faster, as if an arrow had hit the bull's eye, and he felt a strange sore sensation.

It’s not quite accurate to say that it hurts, because being shot doesn’t bring real pain, but a sense of excitement and throbbing.

After realizing that his behavior was very rude, Geto Suguru suddenly released the hand that was pinching Gojo Satoru's cheek, as if he was throwing away a hot potato.

The rollers of the round stool suddenly made a sliding sound on the floor. Xia Yujie pushed the ground hard with his legs and slid half a meter away.

Gojo Satoru looked at Geto Suguru's reaction, and a confused look appeared on his face.

"What's wrong, Mr. Summer?"

Geto Suguru's cheeks flushed, but he couldn't say a word in response to Gojo Satoru's question.

People with guilty consciences are most afraid of being looked at with such clean and pure eyes. They are afraid that the other person will see their dirty heart through their eyes.

Everyone can despise him after knowing this, but Gojo Satoru cannot.

Now, the reason why he is still alive in this world is entirely supported by his belief in wanting to meet Gojo Satoru.

Geto Suguru was a little embarrassed. He looked around to find something to do so that he wouldn't seem too deliberate.

However, before he could think of what to do, the round stool under his butt suddenly returned to Gojo Satoru as if it had grown legs.

Xia Yujie's eyes widened when he realized that it was Gojo Satoru who stretched out his legs, hooked the bottom edge of the round stool with the instep, and forcibly hooked the stool and him back together.

The other party was surprisingly strong, and he was able to hook the grown man back in front of him with just one kick.

The round stool hit the edge of the sofa, and due to inertia, his whole body crashed onto the sofa, where Gojo Satoru was sitting. If Geto Suguru had not pressed his hands on Gojo Satoru's arms in time, he would have been pulled into the other's arms by the inertia.

Even though my hands acted as a buffer...

"Hmm..." Geto Suguru's breathing hitched, and his golden brown eyes met a pair of sky blue eyes a few centimeters away.

He could see his own face in those sky-blue eyes, very clearly, very distinctly.

Their noses were almost touching, and the warmth of their breath gave Geto Suguru goosebumps all over his body.

This distance, this relationship, is too weird. No, this is too weird.

Geto Suguru wanted to get up and leave immediately, but as soon as his hands left Gojo Satoru's arms, his arms were grabbed by the other party.

His heart was pounding and Geto Suguru's eyes had never been so wide open. He looked at Gojo Satoru who was so close to him, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.

"Satoru?"

"Mr. Summer Oil, you are such a nice person. So, are you this nice to everyone?"

Geto Suguru was stunned. He saw Gojo Satoru slowly raise the corners of his mouth, with a hint of mischief and teasing.