130 Wanting to Confirm Miyagi - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Wanting to Confirm Miyagi Chapter 130 Since that day. Since the day I put the earring on Miyagi's ear, she has started coming to my room. —Though, it's only been twice so far. The first time was when I asked to borrow a manga, and Miyagi brought it to my room and left immediately. The second time was today, when she brought a dictionary upon my request while I was having dinner. I actually have a dictionary in my room. There was no need to borrow another, but I wanted to see if Miyagi would still come to my room. I think she realized that the dictionary was merely an excuse. Yet, she still came to my room and is sitting beside me now. Perhaps she has free time because of Golden Week. Or maybe it's because I asked her to keep some days free during the holidays. I'm not entirely sure why, but for the moment, Miyagi is sitting snugly beside me, reading the manga she had lent me. I close the manga I was reading and grasp the hands of the platypus plushie. Though my usual place has always been beside Miyagi, and hers beside me, there's a slight unease. It's due to the distance that has persisted since we've been here, I suppose. I feel like talking might help, but I can't think of anything to say. Since Miyagi is reading manga, there's no need to force a conversation. If I started talking, she might find it annoying. I know it's better to stay silent, but if Miyagi is beside me, I want to talk. I release and then grasp the platypus's hand again. The lifeless hand is small, fluffy, and unreliable. Having to move the platypus from the shared space to my room might have been a message that Miyagi would come here from now on. Otherwise, it wouldn’t matter whether my tissue box had a cover. But I'm not sure why Miyagi chose to come to this room. I keep squeezing the platypus's hand. "Sendai-san, do you like that thing?" A voice from the previously silent Miyagi beside me shifts my gaze from the platypus to Miyagi, who is now looking at me instead of her manga. "That thing?" "The platypus. You've been touching it for a while, so I thought you liked it." "Well, somewhat." Answering so, I pat the platypus’s head gently. It's not really that she caught me playing with the tissue cover that bothers me, but I don't know what to do with my hands. I decide to open the manga I was halfway through. Leaning back against the bed, I flip through a few pages, reaching the fifth. Then Miyagi's voice reaches me. "... When does the tutoring job start?" I close the manga I just opened and look at her. After hearing about the tutoring job from a senior, I decided on the spot to take the job. "After the holidays. Aren't you going to get a job, Miyagi?" "I'm not." "Are you planning to join any club then?" "I'm not interested. What about you, Sendai-san? Are you joining any club?" "I'm not. I want to spend my time on other things." The friends I made after entering university often talked about this or that club as being good. It seemed like university life came packaged with clubs, as I often heard about the combination. I was even asked what club I’d join. But I'm not interested in expanding my social circle or engaging in activities to that extent. I'd rather spend my time on a part-time job. If Miyagi is at home, I want to use my time to have meals together too. "I thought once you entered university, Sendai-san, you'd be the typical university student—joining clubs, going to mixers, that kind of thing." "Do I look like that type?" "You do. You seem like you'd be out having fun during Golden Week too." Miyagi says this with a serious face, clearly not joking. "I'm not going out. I'll be home." "Why stay at home?" "Why, you ask... Why indeed." Because Miyagi is there, I stay home. That's all there is to it, but thinking about it, that answer is strange. Miyagi and I aren't the type to go out together or actively spend time with eachother. I've just been wanting to go out together and spend more time with her, and sometimes, Miyagi humors me. I swallow a sigh that almost escapes. Maybe during the holidays, I should go out with friends at least once. "Miyagi, do you have any plans?" During the break, there are days she's free. That's pretty much all I know about Miyagi's schedule. "I'm going out with Maika." As expected. Her response is just as I anticipated, and this time, I can't hold back the sigh. "Then let's go out together too." "There's no need to. I'm going out with Maika. Besides, Sendai-san, we don’t have similar tastes." The same Miyagi, who had previously flatly stated she'd never go out with me, says this so easily. She’s willing to go out with Utsunomiya but not with me. Responses like this are aggravating. It’s unpleasant and makes my stomach churn. "True, but..." Our tastes may differ, but there are a few things we could see together. Currently hidden by her hair, Miyagi is wearing the earrings I gave her. However, those earrings weren't ones I chose. Ideally, I'd like her to wear a pair I picked out. If it's supposed to remind me of a promise, I'd prefer the earrings to be ones I selected. I want to go earring shopping with her to find ones that suits her even more. But I know she'd never go earring shopping with me. "Miyagi, when's your birthday?" Even though she likely wouldn't accept a gift from me on her birthday, I ask anyways. "Why all of a sudden?" "I realized I didn't know when it was." "September." "I already knew that much. What day?" When I got the necklace, I learned that her birthday was in September. But I don't know more than that. "...I don't want to say right now." Perhaps sensing something unpleasant, Miyagi frowns. "Then tell me sometime." "If I feel like it." She declares indifferently, dropping her gaze back to the manga. Despite sitting beside me as if it's the most natural thing in the world, she's downright cold. "Did you choose the earrings, Miyagi?" "I went with Maika to buy it." Today, nothing interesting is coming from Miyagi. Though I wanted to talk, I was hoping for a more enjoyable conversation. I'm not talking with her to learn things I didn't want to know. "Put your hair behind your ear." I tug at Miyagi's hair without her looking up from the manga. "Why?" "I can't see your earring." "No need to show it." "You put it on for me to see, didn't you?" "There's no promise now." "We did promise to do something together during the Golden Week." That might not be the kind of promise bound by the earrings. Still, I want to confirm if she's wearing the earrings. Until the piercing holes stabilize, she wouldn't take the earrings off, so I presume she's still wearing them. Yet, I want to see the earrings in the holes I pierced on Miyagi's ears, the ones I made. Now, I understand why Miyagi, back when we were in high school, wanted to confirm the necklace. I too wish to confirm Miyagi's earrings in the same way. "Show me the earrings." I reach out towards Miyagi's right ear. Though her expression suggests she wants to protest, she doesn't pull away. I gently tuck her black hair behind her ear. The silver earring catches my eye. The earring I put on her seems to mark Miyagi as mine. While I know it isn't that kind of thing, the fact that Miyagi asked me to pierce her ears and that I directly pierced them myself, makes it feel special. I want to touch the earring, but since the piercings are still new, I refrain. "Isn't that enough?" Miyagi starts to move her hair back in place, and I catch her hand. I press my lips to her ear, just like the day I pierced it. Miyagi did something similar to me—she kissed the necklace, touched it several times. "Sendai-san!" Miyagi’s voice is close by. Careful not to touch the earring, I let my tongue graze her ear. It’s a bit cold and firm. I press my tongue more, transferring my warmth. Miyagi's shoulder trembles slightly. At some point, she grips my arm tightly with her hand. I kiss her ear again. Once, twice. The third time, I kiss on top of the earring. "It hurts there, stop it." Miyagi pushes me away. When I look at her face, she doesn’t appear to be in much pain. "I’ll do it somewhere that doesn’t hurt." I lightly brush my lips on the upper part of her ear. Miyagi pushes against me again. "Sendai-san, back off." I press my lips harder to convey my refusal, and Miyagi's hand touches my jaw. She pushes firmly, creating a small distance between us. As I try to grab her hand to complain, she pulls me toward her, causing my earlobe to heat up. It hurts. A lot. Something hard is clamping down on my earlobe. It’s Miyagi’s teeth; in short, she’s biting me. Generally, Miyagi doesn’t hold back in moments like this. Right now, too, she’s using her teeth forcefully, making my ear ache and burn. It's too rough to merely be a protest against what I did. I wouldn’t be surprised if my ear was bitten off. The sensation begins to dull. I should push her away, like she did to me. I know. I'm being strange. I wrap my arm around Miyagi's back, pulling her into a hug. The bite is released, and the pain dissipates. Miyagi is in my arms. Very close, incredibly so. Her body warmth spreads through our contact, making me want to draw closer, but I can't come any closer than this. She's the one moving away. "Does this mean you want to be bitten more?" Miyagi asks, sounding irritated. "What if I said yes?" "See, Sendai-san, you really are a pervert." Though there’s no need to push me away anymore, Miyagi distances herself by pressing against my shoulder. She removes a tissue from the platypus's back and wipes her ear. "Sendai-san, wipe your ear too." Miyagi thrusts the platypus towards me. I'm happy she cares enough about my ear to mention it, but I’d have preferred she didn’t bite in the first place. I bring my hand to my half-numb ear and pull out a tissue. Since complaining wouldn’t be welcome, I quietly wipe my ear without saying anything to her. "So what are we actually going to do during the holiday?" Miyagi suddenly asks. I thought she would return to her room right away, but she remains sitting beside me. However, she doesn’t face me. "What do you want to do, Miyagi?" "That." She points to the table. "The tablet?" Since the move, the room is missing things it once had and contains things it didn’t before. One such new item is the tablet on the table, serving as a substitute for a TV in a room that lacks one. "Yes. I want to watch a movie or something on it." Not a bad idea, I think. In fact, it's one of the few things we can do without going out. "Is it okay if we do that in my room?" "Sure, but no weird stuff, okay?" "I won’t." "You just did." "I promise I won’t." When I promise, Miyagi turns to face me. Once more, I tuck her hair to see the earring. The earring is proof of the change I made to Miyagi as a person. It's a small change, merely an accessory addition that might go unnoticed by some. Yet, for me, it was a profoundly significant event. My presence influenced Miyagi's form, leaving an indelible mark. There's no way I'd forget any promises made. "Don't break your promise." "It’s okay. I won’t break it." I lightly touch the earring before letting her hair cover her ear. If it were merely about remembering a promise, it could have been written on paper and handed over or posted on my door. Instead, Miyagi chose to link it to her earrings. That's why I won't break it. Yet, part of me wants to break the rules again and have her give me another order. I'll never tell Miyagi that I'm having such thoughts, though.