365 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

**Chapter 365** The front door creaks open. After parting ways with Mio, even though I headed straight home without any detours, there's already a pair of shoes by the entrance. I hurry to the shared space. I didn't expect to find Miyagi there, pouring soda into a glass, so I call out to her. "You're back early, aren't you?" "It's you, Sendai-san, who's late." Her voice carries a hint of displeasure. "Miyagi, you haven't had dinner yet, right?" "I'm drinking soda in my room." "Mind if I come to your room after I drop off my stuff? There's something I want to talk about." "...What's this talk about?" Returning an answer to her suspicious tone with "I'll tell you in your room," Miyagi stashes the plastic bottle back in the fridge and, in a somewhat cold voice, says: "Do as you please." "Thanks." I say with a smile, and she disappears into her room with the glass of soda. I head to my room to put away my belongings. Then, I pour barley tea into a glass and knock on Miyagi's door with it in hand. "Come in." Miyagi instructs curtly, without showing herself, so I enter. I place the barley tea on the table and sit next to Miyagi. "I was about to head home, but then Mio caught me," I explain. Though it's not information I necessarily need to share, considering the topic I'm about to discuss, it’s better to say it upfront. "Why even mention it?" She responds with words that are sharp and pricky, piercing into me. I answer amiably, despite her chilly demeanor. "You said I was late a moment ago, so I thought I should explain why." "There's no real connection since we didn't set any plans, so explaining why you're late is just weird." "It’s not weird. What I’m about to talk about involves Mio." If I could, I'd prefer to chat about something more fun than what I know will displease Miyagi. However, this matter can't be postponed. If I did, it would only become a bigger hassle than it is now. "Mio mentioned having a birthday party for both of us. The date isn't set yet, but it's going to be held here." "...What?" "I'm sorry." I apologize, joining my hands together, but Miyagi remains motionless, as if she's turned to stone. "Mio suggested inviting Noto-senpai and having it at her place, which would complicate things for you, right?" Though I ask, I'm not expecting a reply, nor do I want her to speak. If I let her speak now, she’d probably just complain, so I rapidly deliver the crucial information. "So, I've arranged for Mio and Utsunomiya to come over to our place. I’ve set a limit, saying that four is the maximum for a gathering here, so no more members will be added, which I think is better than having a party with five people." Once I finish talking, silence ensues. Miyagi says nothing. Yet, her hand slowly moves to grab the crocodile tissue cover. She drags it over and lifts it up, but she doesn't direct it at me. The crocodile with tissues sprouting from its back finds its place in Miyagi's embrace. I look at her face. There are faint wrinkles on her brow, but she doesn’t seem angry, as she doesn’t glare at me. "...Miyagi?" I softly call her, and she grips the crocodile's paw and addresses me, "Sendai-san." "What?" "Listen to one thing I say. We have that kind of agreement, right?" "What agreement are you talking about?" Involuntarily, I ask back. I've made many promises with Miyagi, but none that enforce me to listen in this kind of situation. However, Miyagi states it as if it’s only natural. "Didn't we agree that on days you meet Mio, you'd listen to what I say?" "That's only when I go out with Mio." Indeed, there’s a standing promise that "on days I meet Mio, I’ll listen to what Miyagi says." But that shouldn’t apply to events within the university. If it did, I'd have to listen to her every day since we regularly meet at university. "Yes, but today’s different." Saying something unreasonable, Miyagi looks at me with dissatisfaction. "What should I do?" At times like this, I don’t have the words to refuse. No matter how irrational or off-the-mark, I can only accept what Miyagi says, and I myself desire that too. Miyagi places the crocodile on the floor, reaches out to me without hesitation, and calls, "Hazuki." Grabbing my blouse, she slowly instructs me on what I should do. "Take this off. Then I'll forgive you for bringing Maika and Mio here on your own." Under the room's lighting, Miyagi meets my eyes as though testing my embarrassment. The order isn't difficult. I’ve done it countless times before. I undressed in front of Miyagi when wearing a yukata too. Still, without reason, a sense of hesitation grips me. "Hazuki." She calls me softly yet clearly. Her hand slips away from my blouse as if urging me to do it myself. "Miyagi, why don’t you do it too?" "I'm not undressing. You're the one who has to undress, Sendai-san." She doesn’t address me as Hazuki, making it clear that she’s displeased. I only voiced a wish I didn’t expect to be granted, so I quietly comply with Miyagi’s words. One, two, three. I undo the buttons in order, starting from the top. "Miyagi, you're genuinely quite the pervert, aren't you?" As her gaze follows my fingertips, I refrain from taking off the blouse and comment, only to receive an immediate retort, "Not nearly as much as you, Sendai-san." "You're more of a pervert, Miyagi." "Just shut up and take it off." When I took off my blouse as instructed, my camisole was pulled and another thing I had to remove was added. "This too." "That's bad taste." "But that means Sendai-san's naked body is in bad taste." "Let me correct that. Miyagi wants to see other people naked without taking off her own clothes, so her taste is bad." It's not that I don't feel shame. So things that don't need to be said come out of my mouth. But doing things like this won't change the outcome. "Are you going to take it off?" "I'll take it off." I say quietly and take off my camisole. I still have something covering my body, but I'm not told to take it off. Miyagi's fingertips graze above the bra strap. She draws closer and nibbles at my shoulder. There's no pain. A soft tongue traces over my skin. Her lips press strongly just below my collarbone, hidden by clothing. After a slight pain, her lips detach. Probably, a mark remains. I touch the unseen mark with my fingers. Despite wearing a necklace, I wish for more marks like this. "Miyagi." I clutch her arm and pull her closer. Miyagi leaves another mark, pressing on the red trace with her fingertip. "Hazuki." Being called quietly feels comforting. Instead of calling her Shiori, I ask, "What is it?" as Miyagi touches the four-leaf clover at my chest and speaks. "On my birthday, wear something nice." "Eh?" Miyagi is truly unpredictable, and I never know what she’ll say next. I never expected her to mention what I should wear on her birthday right after making me take off my clothes. "Are we going somewhere?" I ask, still trying to make sense of it. "We're not going anywhere. I just want you to wear something nice." "What kind of outfit do you want me to wear?" I have no idea what she means, but I don't intend to refuse. If there's something Miyagi wishes for, I want to fulfill it. "Anything is fine. Also, you're in charge of the alcohol, Sendai-san." Having said that, Miyagi picks up the blouse and camisole from the floor and hands them back to me. Apparently, I'm allowed to get dressed again. I put on the blouse and camisole that she returned to me. "Will something sweet be okay for the alcohol, Miyagi?" "Anything's fine." Miyagi's "anything" rarely means just anything. A round cake for a birthday present. And then, the alcohol. There are plenty of things to put together. I lean in closer to Miyagi’s ear. I press a kiss to her plumeria earrings and whisper, "I'll make sure to prepare something you'll like, Miyagi."