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

The cell phone was missing, but fortunately the wallet was still there. Yuji took out all the money he had and hailed a taxi.

When the pink-haired boy arrived at Itadori Yasuke's ward with a nervous mood, standing beside his grandfather's bed was a serious-looking Megumi Fushiguro.

Hearing the footsteps, Fushiguro Megumi turned slowly and exposed the position he had been hiding.

On the hospital bed, the haggard old man lay there motionless. Seeing his grandfather lying there so quietly and honestly for the first time, Tiger Stick seemed to understand something.

"Yuji?" Fushiguro Megumi frowned, "Where have you been for the past ten hours?"

After asking this question, he saw that Tiger Stick's face was covered with bruises and his eyes were swollen like walnuts. These told him that Tiger Stick seemed to have encountered something serious.

Now is not the time to ask Yuji what happened. She swallowed all the questions, pursed her lips, and moved to the side to make room.

"Grandpa, he..."

Itadori's voice was trembling, and Fushiguro Megumi's expression suddenly became sad.

The boy nodded silently, unable to say anything.

Megumi Fushiguro's silence just happened to show that he guessed right. Tears instantly filled Yuji's eyes, and they were extremely sour.

He has never been a crybaby. Even when he was bullied as a child and was called a child without parents, Yuji insisted on beating the other person up instead of crying like a loser.

But at this moment, after confirming that his grandfather had passed away, Yuji was inexplicably kidnapped and fed some finger, then trapped in a basement, which resulted in him not being able to see his grandfather for the last time. Yuji felt extremely sad.

He hated the woman with the scar on her head, and he also hated himself for falling asleep in the basement for no apparent reason.

If he hadn't fallen asleep, but kept looking for an exit and used all his strength to smash the wall, would he have been able to get out earlier?

Maybe they could show up before grandpa takes his last breath? At least they could see him for the last time.

"When did this happen?"

The muscles on Fushiguro Megumi's usually expressionless face twitched uncontrollably. After a moment of silence, Fushiguro Megumi decided to tell him the truth, "About ten minutes before you came."

Ten minutes, just ten minutes...

The most frustrating thing in this world is the regret of being almost done.

The tears that filled his eyes finally fell out. Yuji wiped them away, walked to the bed, and went closer to see his grandfather.

The person who had been the best to him in his life and the only person related to him by blood was gone.

"Yuji..." Megumi Fushiguro was a little worried about him.

On the way here in the car, they couldn't tell whether the critically ill people or the vegetative patients were more miserable. Now, he was sure that there was still hope for waking up in the vegetative patients, but once a person died, there was really no possibility of rebirth.

"I, I'll go out and tell Mr. Gojo."

Megumi Fushiguro came to the corridor outside the ward and left Itadori to say goodbye to his grandfather.

When Gojo Satoru heard that Itadori had returned to the hospital covered in injuries, the person on the other end of the phone remained silent for a long time.

Megumi Fushiguro thought Gojo Satoru didn't hear him, so he said it again. This time Gojo Satoru nodded and said he understood.

Megumi Fushiguro was in a low mood. After hanging up the phone, he stayed quietly in the corridor. Across the wall was his late grandfather Itadori, but he was thinking of his sister Miki Tsugumi.

Tsu Miki has been in a deep sleep for some time. He doesn't know whether his sister will continue to sleep like this, or whether one day she will open her eyes again, smile at him, and call his name gently.

He didn't dare to think about these.

In the ward, Yuji just looked at his grandfather's face silently. Except for the fact that his complexion was slowly changing, there was not much difference from when he was asleep.

However, he understood that his grandfather was not asleep, and there would never be a grumpy old man talking to him again. Everything would only remain in his memory.

"Grandpa, in your final moments, do you have any last words you want to say to me?"

Naturally, no one answered him. The only sound was the sudden gust of wind that blew in through the open window.

The wind blew the curtains, and they hit the table, making a rustling sound.

Is this an answer?

Tiger Stick stayed in the ward until the hospital staff arrived. The patient had passed away and the family had only one child. Out of humanitarian concern, the hospital also helped to handle some follow-up matters.

Itadori Yasuke's body was sent to the hospital morgue and will be cremated after some procedures are completed. This is all done step by step.

Yuji had never dealt with this kind of thing before, so he just did whatever others told him to do.

The body was sent to the morgue, and as a family member, he needed to take a break before completing those procedures and pack up his grandfather's belongings in the hospital.

Tiger Stick packed up his few belongings bit by bit: a cell phone, a charger, a water cup, slippers, a few clothes, and then a pair of reading glasses and a few books. It was a pitiful amount of things.

When you live in a hospital, everything you need for daily life is provided by the hospital, so you don’t need to prepare much yourself.

The book was still quite new. Yuji picked it up and looked at it. He gave a wry smile and said to Fushiguro Megumi, "He asked me to buy a few books when I came to visit him. He said that he got bored watching TV for a long time and wanted to change the way to pass the time. I bought this book for him before I went to Tokyo. I haven't read it much. It's still quite new, isn't it?"

"..." Megumi Fushiguro didn't know what to say. Of course, he also knew that Itadori didn't necessarily want his response. Rather than waiting for his response, it was more like he needed a silent listener.

There weren't many things to begin with, and even though Yuji moved very slowly, he still managed to pack them all up within a few minutes.

In my arms are my grandfather's belongings. He had been in the hospital for so long, and when I was packing up his things after he passed away, I found that they could all fit into a backpack.

Realizing this, Yuji felt a little ironic for a moment.