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

Geto Suguru lay in bed for a long time and couldn't fall asleep. This was really a bad thing.

When he thought about having to stand and teach all day tomorrow, Xia Yujie felt very stressed.

There is a huge difference between facing a group of monkeys in a large classroom and facing a few monkeys in an office.

He has been getting used to it but still hasn't gotten used to it well.

When people can't sleep, their hearing becomes extra sharp.

He could hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom and had a rough idea of how far Gojo Satoru was in the shower.

Once sound and imagination are combined, the consequences are simply unimaginable.

With a blushing face, Geto Xia Yu covered his head with a thin and soft quilt, trying to block out the sound of running water.

However, after he curled up in the quilt, he was shocked to realize that his heartbeat was much louder than the sound of running water in the bathroom.

His heartbeat was beating like a drum, and he felt that if he opened his mouth at this moment, his heart might jump out of his throat.

This is terrible!

Lifting the thin quilt aside, Geto Suguru lay on the bed and listened to the sound of water in the bathroom stop, the sound of Gojo Satoru opening and closing the door, and the sound of his footsteps walking back and forth in the living room, until all the sounds disappeared and everything was silent.

It was late at night and the lights in the houses in the distance were all out, leaving only the moon in the sky diligently replacing the lights.

Geto Suguru tossed and turned, wondering where Gojo Satoru was sleeping.

No matter how you look at it, it's impossible for the other person to sleep on the floor. There's not even an extra mat in the room. Apart from that, there's only one possibility left - Gojo Satoru slept on the sofa.

The sofa is so small that it can only accommodate two people side by side. There is no room for one more person.

It is simply unimaginable to let Gojo Satoru, who has long arms and legs, sleep for a night in such a small place.

Besides being the head of the first-year class at the technical high school, Gojo Satoru should also be carrying out tasks that others cannot complete, right?

If you're not well rested, you're more likely to be distracted while performing these tasks.

Geto Suguru couldn't help but think of the astral plasma incident again. At that time, Gojo Satoru, who had not yet comprehended the reversal technique, was attacked by Fushiguro Shinji because he was too tired because he kept using the unlimited skill to guard against the enemy.

The scene of Fushiguro Shigeru's sharp knife piercing Gojo Satoru's chest was Geto Suguru's nightmare for a long time.

Now, he was not sure whether Gojo Satoru had already mastered the reversal technique, so he couldn't help but worry about him.

If you listen carefully, the living room is very quiet and you can't hear any sound at all. So, is Gojo Satoru asleep now?

Can Gojo Satoru, who has such high requirements for his bed, really fall asleep on a narrow sofa?

It is unknown whether Gojo Satoru fell asleep or not, but Geto Suguru was completely unable to sleep.

The more things you have in your head, the harder it is to fall asleep.

He tossed and turned in bed. The time displayed on his cell phone screen was past one o'clock, but Geto Suguru was not sleepy at all.

Gojo Satoru's bed is soft and comfortable, and the pillow is of just the right height. It's impossible not to fall asleep on such a bed.

However, Geto Suguru just couldn't fall asleep. He didn't have a problem with being picky about his bed. The reason he couldn't sleep was simply because the bed he was lying on belonged to Gojo Satoru.

After hesitating for a long time, Xia Yujie finally sat up from the bed. He got out of bed quietly, walked to the door and opened it a crack.

There was no light in the living room, only a little moonlight coming in through the window next to the sofa.

There was a blurry black figure on the sofa, curled up there motionless. Just looking at him made me feel suffocated and uncomfortable.

Geto Xiayou stood at the door for a while, and finally made up his mind and walked over there.

In the hazy moonlight, Gojo Satoru huddled sideways on the sofa, his two long legs, which had nowhere to go, curled up on the inside of the armrest in a weird and awkward posture.

Not to mention Gojo Satoru who is nearly 190cm tall, even a child of seven or eight years old would find it very crowded to sleep on it.

However, Gojo Satoru did not complain about the crowds, nor did he say anything about his high demands for accommodation. He calmly accepted the discomfort and left the comfortable bed to Geto Suguru.

The moonlight was warm, like milk diluted with warm water, and the humming sound of the air conditioner's outdoor unit came faintly through the wall.

In any case, this is not a good place to rest.

Geto Suguru stared at Gojo Satoru's face in the moonlight. He seemed to be sleeping soundly and didn't notice anyone approaching him.

Her eyelids were naturally closed, and her long, silver-white eyelashes hung down like white swan wings.

This is a face with very superior features, handsome and beautiful, a face that can be appreciated by both men and women.

Geto Suguru stood in the darkness and smiled. He still remembered the evening of the One Hundred Demons Night Parade when he dragged his broken body and met Gojo Satoru in the alley.

At that time, Gojo Satoru was not wearing an eye mask or sunglasses, and he looked at him with a pair of sky-blue eyes with complicated emotions.

Even with the 28-year-old Gojo Satoru taking off his eye patch and letting his soft hair fall down, the feeling he gave to Geto Suguru was completely different from the three years he spent as a student at technical high school.

Ten years seem to have passed in the blink of an eye, but ten years are also countless days and nights. During these countless days and nights, people change little by little.

From personality, interpersonal relationships, to appearance.

Now, in Geto Suguru's eyes, the 20-year-old Gojo Satoru is not much different from the one in the DK period. He has a young face, a temperament that is sometimes cold and sometimes funny, and he doesn't know what stability is.

This kind of Gojo Satoru is closer to the one he remembers.

Geto Xiayou sighed and slowly squatted down beside the sofa.

There aren't many opportunities to express your truest feelings in the darkness without having to wear a fake smile.

His gaze lingered unscrupulously on Gojo Satoru's face. The face he had only seen in his dreams countless times was now in front of him.

No matter how longingly and passionately he looked at him, the sleeping person would not notice.

Geto Suguru was squatting on one knee on the floor. He was in a daze, with nothing in his mind. He was in the same space with Gojo Satoru, and after the excitement, he felt infinite relaxation.

A sense of security just surrounded him. He didn't need to say or do anything. Just by staying in the same space with this person, he would be naturally comforted.

This situation is probably very similar to that of a baby. The baby's sense of security comes from the person who takes care of him the most. That person's smell, voice, the way he holds him, and even the temperature of his skin and heartbeat can all give the baby a sense of security.

Gojo Satoru is such a person to Geto Suguru. Over the past ten years, he has been constantly overturning and rebuilding through affirmation and negation, affirmation and negation again.

Then, before his death, when he learned that Gojo Satoru still regarded him as his only close friend after all these years, he felt relieved.

Like, whether it is out of friendship or love, like is like.

No matter how reluctant he was to admit it, Geto Suguru couldn't deceive himself. He liked Gojo Satoru in every sense of the word.