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

"Enlightenment, enlightenment..."

Leaning against the wall, looking at the leaden sky, he called out the name he had called countless times in the past over and over again in a daze in the wind and snow.

However, Geto Suguru didn't have the courage to look for that person again, but he still wanted to get closer to him step by step.

Humans are social animals. When they are alone, they always want to find companions. Since Geto Suguru wants to abandon his past identity as a curse master, naturally he will no longer look for his family members in the Panxing Sect.

Apart from Gojo Satoru, he didn't know who else to turn to.

Because that was his only close friend.

After he lost everyone, he reconciled with his best friend whom he hadn't seen for ten years before his death. After his rebirth, the person he missed the most was also this person.

He had been conflicted countless times before, and it seemed that it was still the same after living again.

I could have gone to a distant place to continue living, but I returned to this familiar place day after day because of my longing for it.

He rented a quiet house at the foot of a mountain not too far from the School of Curse. If he wanted, he could pretend to climb the mountain to worship and go to the School of Curse disguised as a temple. Maybe if he was lucky, he would see a familiar figure.

After his rebirth, Geto Suguru discovered something very strange. He once accidentally met people from the Jujutsu High School on the road, but none of them recognized him.

He discovered that no one remembered Geto Suguru when he was a teenager, and no one knew him as an adult.

He seemed to have become a bug-like existence, completely erasing himself when he was a teenager and enrolled in the Jujutsu High School.

There is no trace of Geto Suguru in this world anymore; he has been replaced by his reborn self.

Now, he looked at Gojo Satoru in front of him. Gojo Satoru was still about twenty years old, about the same age as himself when he rebelled against Jujutsu High School. He was right next to him, but he didn't recognize him at all.

Geto Suguru couldn't describe his mood at the moment. When he saw Gojo Satoru for the first time, he thought of the last meeting between the two before their death. But it was obvious that the Gojo Satoru in front of him was completely different from the Gojo Satoru at that time. Even their ages didn't match.

He was twenty-seven years old, while Wu, who was a few months older than him, was twenty years old.

What exactly happened in this space and time?

Or is the timeline warped?

Is the Gojo Satoru in front of me the same Gojo Satoru I used to know?

There are too many questions, but Geto Suguru doesn't know who can help him solve this confusion.

"Mr. Summer Oil, Mr. Summer Oil?"

The lazy voice brought Geto Suguru back from his distant memories. He looked towards the source of the sound in a daze, and then saw the boy approaching.

The boy was wearing a black slim-fit long-sleeved T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up layer by layer to his elbows, revealing his fair forearms.

At this moment, the arm was stretching towards his waist, and purple blood vessels could be seen on the white arm.

As soon as Geto Suguru moved, the arm stuck to his waist and snatched the wooden spatula from his hand.

"Mr. Summer Oil, the mackerel in the pan is getting burnt."

Geto Xiayou hurriedly looked down and saw that Gojo Satoru had just turned one of the mackerel over. The originally green fish skin had already turned a burnt color. Fortunately, he turned it over in time, otherwise it would be inedible.

"Oh, sorry." A look of guilt appeared on Geto Suguru's face.

"There's no need to apologize for that," Gojo Satoru shrugged, smiling brightly. "I should also thank Mr. Geta for treating me to dinner."

Geto Suguru took a deep breath and stood silently in front of the stove, lowering his eyes to watch Gojo Satoru turn over the other piece of mackerel. He was annoyed by his own loss of composure. He must have looked extremely stupid when he was holding the spatula in a daze just now.

"Um, Satoru..." No, I can't call him that, Geto Xia Yu quickly changed his words, "Uh, I mean Gojo-san..."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Eh?" What Geto Suguru was about to say was interrupted by Gojo Satoru's sudden words. He stared blankly at the young man who was clinging to his side.

"I said, you were in a daze just now, were you thinking about something?"

"Ah, well..." Xia Yujie's face darkened. He couldn't answer this question at all.

Twenty-year-old Gojo Satoru was just like everyone else in the technical high school. He didn't know him. Did he have to tell him that they used to be classmates and close friends, and then after they went on completely different paths, he died at the hands of the other person?

Do I have to let him say that even if you kill me, I still want to be closer to you, so I didn't go far away, but came back here after going around in circles?

This is the truth, but how can he say it?

How could he tell Gojo Satoru, who knew nothing?

What's more, he wasn't sure what would happen after he said it. It wasn't like he would be resurrected in the flesh. The fact that he was reborn was shocking enough.

I can’t say it, at least not now.

Gojo Satoru has always been a very frank person. He never gets overly entangled in anything and always does things according to his heart.

Just like as long as Geto Suguru responded to his questions with silence, he would not pursue them.

The two people standing side by side in front of the stove were really ambiguous, but no one really noticed this problem.

As the mackerel was fried and the salted egg yolk-like sunset disappeared into the woods, dinner was finally served on the table.

It was a very simple meal, pan-fried mackerel, vegetable salad, brown rice, and a bowl of miso soup. Oh, and there was also fruit after the meal, and five cherry tomatoes per person.

Looking at the simple yet rich dinner, Gojo Satoru seemed very happy.

"I haven't had home-cooked meals in a long time. I really miss it."

Geto Suguru looked up at him. The smile on Gojo Satoru's face was so contagious that even the tired Geto Suguru couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"Are you busy? Are you still skipping breakfast? Are you just going to make do with cake for lunch and dinner?"

Gojo Satoru picked up a large piece of mackerel and stuffed it into his mouth, holding his chin and thinking.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that he doesn't eat breakfast by habit, and as for lunch and dinner, he often doesn't have time to eat them.

More and more cursed spirit exorcism work was assigned to him. Without a partner to help, he was often too busy to eat.

The fish tasted very good in his mouth. It was marinated neither too salty nor too bland, but it did not cover up the taste of the fish itself. He missed such warm home-cooked meals very much.

What's more... never mind, it's delicious anyway.

"Ah, that's about it. So I have to thank Mr. Geta for treating me to dinner."

Geto Suguru realized belatedly that what he said might reveal that he knew a lot about Gojo Satoru, and that this might arouse Gojo Satoru's suspicion. However, now, looking at the young man sitting opposite him eating without any suspicion, Geto Suguru's heart quietly settled down.

It is true that not talking while eating is a good virtue. It seemed a bit awkward for two people who had just met for a short time. Xia Yujie couldn't stand such embarrassment, so he took the initiative to find something to say.

He asked the other person, "Are you busy with schoolwork?"

Picking up a piece of fish and stuffing it into his mouth, Gojo Satoru pouted and nodded, "These are all practical courses, business trips all over the country, and sometimes even overseas~"

"one person?"