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

An hour after taking the antipyretic medicine, the fever dropped a little, but as expected, it rose again in the second half of the night.

Geto Suguru woke up Gojo Satoru with a worried look on his face and gave him another dose of fever-reducing medicine. Gojo Satoru was delirious with fever and could no longer do anything on his own.

He let Geto Suguru help him up and lean him against him, stuffed pills into his mouth, and quickly fed him water. Geto Suguru felt that taking care of Gojo Satoru alone was no easier than taking care of his two daughters.

Gojo Satoru was burning with anger and was talking nonsense, saying things that Geto Suguru could hardly understand, such as "How long are you going to let others manipulate you?" and "Give him back to me." His words were intermittent and incoherent, leaving Geto Suguru completely confused.

I guess I was dreaming. Dreams are often ridiculous, aren't they?

Fever-reducing medicine should not be taken more than four times a day. Geto Suguru prays that Gojo Satoru will not have a fever again at least before noon tomorrow, otherwise, he will not be able to survive until tomorrow after four times.

It seemed that the gods had heard Geto Suguru's prayers. Although his body temperature did not return to normal, it was not a high fever either.

Gojo Satoru woke up for a while in the morning, and after hearing Geto Suguru say that he would be on standby at home, he fell into a deep sleep again.

With dark circles under his eyes, Geto Suguru simply ate two slices of bread, and then cooked some white porridge for Gojo Satoru.

Just like he took care of Mimiko and Nanako when they were children, Geto Suguru once again took care of Gojo Satoru.

While cooking porridge, I received a cross-border call from Mimiko and Nanako. The two sisters had landed safely in London after a thirteen-hour flight and would soon join other people on their study tour.

"Because of the time difference, I may not have time to call Getsu's father~" said Mimiko.

Xia Yujie didn't mind these things. After giving the two sisters some detailed instructions, the old father hung up the phone reluctantly.

Gojo Satoru took advantage of his illness and did everything he could to make things difficult for himself.

When he was woken up by Geto Suguru to eat, he could still perform tricks with a burning forehead.

He groaned and reluctantly sat up with the help of a pillow, leaning against it. Xia Yujie handed him some light white porridge, but he was reluctant to take it.

"No appetite?" Seeing that he had no intention of taking it, Xia Yujie couldn't help but feel a little worried. He was very distressed: "When you are sick, you should eat something light. Besides, there is nothing else to eat at home. Can I cook you noodles at noon? You have to make do with this for now."

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips and looked at Geto Xiayou pitifully. Seeing his expression, Geto Xiayou suddenly thought of something and said, "I put a little bit of sugar in it, so it will taste slightly sweet. You won't eat it like this?"

The moment he heard the word "sugar", Gojo Satoru's eyes finally brightened up a little, but he still didn't move. Seeing that Geto Suguru didn't understand what he meant, he had to take the initiative to speak.

It's a real opening.

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth wide and let out a sound—"Ah~"

Geto Xia Yu was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what the other party meant, he couldn't help laughing.

He sighed helplessly, scooped a spoonful of porridge with a spoon and put it to Gojo Satoru's mouth, "I'm talking to you, Satoru, you really are..."

Gojo Satoru ate it in one gulp, feeling much better. "I don't have the strength. My hands and feet are too weak to hold the bowl and spoon."

This was definitely a lie, but Geto Suguru was too lazy to expose it.

In fact, he quite liked taking such meticulous care of Gojo Satoru. It seemed that only in this way, after deciding not to use the curse technique anymore, he would still have some value to Gojo Satoru.

Taking care of Gojo Satoru when he was sick might also be a way to demonstrate one's own value.

Moreover, at such times he would unconsciously recall the three years he spent at the technical high school. At that time, Gojo Satoru was sick, and most of the time he was the one who came back from missions to take care of him.

He rushed to exorcise the cursed spirit, and after completing the task, he hurried back to the college dormitory.

I was stuck in the dormitory alone with no one to talk to. Glass would deliver me three meals a day, but that was all.

When he saw himself returning, Gojo Satoru would pretend to cry, complain to himself, and at the same time accuse Nozomi of being so ruthless.

"That Naturopath didn't know I was sick and had no strength. He didn't even bother to feed me, just left me and ran off to go shopping with the singing diva. How could he be so inhumane? Don't you agree, Jay?"

At times like this, if I don't join in his complaints, he will act very hurt and pretend to cry, leaving me speechless.

However, Geto Suguru was not the kind of person who would complain about his companions behind their backs, so he could only pick up the plate with a smile and feed Gojo Satoru bite by bite.

When his needs are met, Gojo Satoru becomes very happy. When Geto Suguru sits on the floor leaning against the bed and plays games, he plays with Geto Suguru's hair. Even if Geto tells him not to move, he won't listen.

It was a very happy time, and once it’s gone it’s really gone.

While feeding Gojo Satoru porridge, Geto Suguru thought that he should be reborn in high school. Isn't it obvious that what he likes most is that time and the people in that time?

No, Geto Xiayou shook his head in his heart and rejected the idea.

Perhaps when he was reborn, he instinctively avoided his high school years because while he had happy times, he also had nightmares that affected him deeply.

Most people like to escape, and sometimes he does too.

The rain during the day was much lighter than at night. Xia Yujie took advantage of the fact that the rain was not too heavy to go out and bought some vegetables, fruits, meat, eggs and milk from a place not far from here.

If there is a patient at home, it is impossible to let him drink only plain porridge. If the nutrition is not enough, it will take longer for him to recover.

In this kind of weather, the disadvantages of living in a remote area became apparent. In the drizzle, both hands were occupied by large shopping bags, and Geto Suguru couldn't even hold an umbrella.

He couldn't find a cursed spirit to hold an umbrella for him. If the neighbors saw it, it would definitely cause an uproar, and he didn't want that.

When Geto Suguru went out, Gojo Satoru had just taken cold medicine and anti-inflammatory drugs and went to bed. In order to avoid waking up the unwell Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru did not dare to make too much noise when closing the door.

Going back and forth between home and the small supermarket, if I had to rely on my feet without any means of transportation, plus choosing things and queuing to pay, it would take me about an hour and a half.

On the way home, Geto Suguru was still wondering whether Gojo Satoru had woken up halfway.

I don't know why, but this time when Gojo Satoru was sick, he was much more sensitive than before. A little noise could wake him up. Even if it was very quiet, he would often wake up with a start. Once he woke up, he would make sure that I was by his side.

Geto Suguru walked in the rain, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up as he thought of Gojo Satoru.

This twenty-year-old Gojo Satoru is much more clingy than the one he is familiar with, and his personality is also a little softer.

[Isn’t it cute? ]

A voice in his head asked him.

[Yeah, very cute.]

Geto Suguru's smile deepened.

However, after laughing, he felt a little sorry for the original Gojo Satoru, as if the original Gojo Satoru was neglected because of this twenty-year-old Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru has always hated being ignored.

"Oh~" Geto Suguru sighed.

No matter which Gojo Satoru it was, whenever he thought of them, a faint sweetness would rise from the bottom of his heart.

It happens unconsciously and cannot be changed.