131 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 131 The weather is terrible. While the majority of the world might be complaining about the downpour during their long holiday, it makes no difference to me since I'm spending my time at home. The real issue, if there is one, is that the movie playing on my tablet is tediously dull. "Are you enjoying it?" I ask Miyagi, who is sitting next to me, watching the screen intently. "Kinda." "What part?" "Well, various parts." Miyagi gives an answer that's hardly an answer at all. On the tablet, some incomprehensible characters are bustling around, and Miyagi continues to watch them without even glancing my way when I speak. Watching a movie on the tablet. This was something Miyagi suggested as a way to spend the holiday together—a reasonable choice given how little we have in common. But since we have so few commonalities, our taste in movies doesn't align either. So I casually handed over the decision-making to Miyagi, saying, "Just watch whatever you want." In retrospect, I wish I had chosen more carefully. The movie, apparently based on a game, started off interesting but became increasingly incomprehensible midway. I'm not sure if that's because I'm not a gamer or if it's unrelated, but it just isn't very entertaining. "Miyagi, what's so interesting about this?" I nudge Miyagi, who is sitting close enough that our shoulders almost touch. She doesn't respond or react at all. Her lack of reaction is also not very interesting. To put it bluntly, I'm bored with this situation. It's tedious. I'm grateful this is my room. If we were in the theater, I wouldn't be able to interrupt just because I found the movie boring. "Hey, Miyagi." When I nudge her again, Miyagi reaches for the tablet and stops the movie that's been playing. "Sendai-san, you're noisy. You don't have to watch, but just be quiet." She places her hand on my shoulder, giving a gentle push—not aggressively, so I guess she's not angry. Yet, her slightly lowered voice and the annoyed look on her face suggest she doesn't like being disturbed when the movie's gripping her attention. It's great that Miyagi's so absorbed, but the more entertained she is, the less entertained I become, making the balance uneven. Making our shared time enjoyable is always challenging. "You want something to drink? I'll get it." I stand up to change the pace. "Soda." A flat voice responds. "Got it. You can keep watching." I leave the room, open the cupboard to get a glass, and exhale. I should've insisted on watching a horror movie; it would have scared Miyagi. It would have been great if I made it so she couldn't be alone in her room at night. I doubt Miyagi would silently watch a horror movie, but still, it would have been worth trying. "…Well, if I actually did that, she'd probably either bite me or kick me." I retrieve orange juice and soda from the refrigerator, pouring them into glasses. Debating whether to carry them directly, I place them on a tray and return to the room. I set the glasses—one filled with clear liquid and the other with orange liquid—beside the tablet. "Thanks." Miyagi says without taking her eyes off the screen. I sit next to her and watch her instead of the screen. She's wearing a thick sweater and denim pants. Dressed warmly as if it's cold due to the bad weather. It's typical of the cold-averse Miyagi. Compared to me in a long skirt and cut-and-sew top, she looks like the opposite. Her hairstyle is unchanged, as usual, so today as well, I can't see her ears. Despite having pierced her ears, Miyagi keeps them covered. Even when I suggest she show off her earrings, she doesn't comply. It might be shyness, or maybe not. I don't know the reason, but her hiding them just makes me want to see them more. I reach out to Miyagi, who only focuses on the tablet, and touch the hair covering her ears. Miyagi quickly pushes my hand away, bothered. Yet, I touch her hair again, tucking it behind her ear to reveal the earrings. This prompts Miyagi to pause the movie once more. "Stop bothering me." I don't answer Miyagi's words and instead touch her neck. As my fingers glide along her skin, Miyagi frowns. "Sendai-san, could you move over a bit?" She gives a firm push on my shoulder and places the platypus between us. "Until the movie's over, keep your hands on the other side of this tissue holder," she says something futile. As I stay silent, the movie unpauses, and the screen starts moving again. Afraid of causing further trouble by upsetting her more, I reach for the orange juice and take a sip before setting it back down. "Hey, Miyagi." I call out, knowing there will be no reply. Her gaze remains fixed on the screen, not even glancing at me. "I want to kiss you." Since I promised not to do anything strange, I don't act on it. While I don't find it strange, for Miyagi, it might fall under the category of being strange. But, just saying it should be permissible. "Miyagi." I call her once more, though she doesn't look my way. "Why should I have to kiss Sendai-san?" She asks in a displeased tone, still looking at the screen. "We used to." "But it's different now. We're just roommates." Miyagi looks at me. Her words aren't interesting, but they're not wrong. I set the platypus on the bed and lean against Miyagi. "Sendai-san, you're heavy." Her voice lacks cheer, but she doesn't push me away. "Don't you want to kiss me, Miyagi?" "I don't." "I figured you'd say that." "Then don't ask." Miyagi's gaze returns to the screen. The noisy voices from the tablet are annoying. "Miyagi, why don't you give me an order? I'll do anything you say." "I won't, and you shouldn't listen." Miyagi denies everything I suggest. But today, that's a relief. Even with piercings, Miyagi remains herself. I want her to change, yet the thought of her changing worries me. It's frightening to think she might leave if I overstep. So, for now, I'm reassured by Miyagi, who denies each of my whims. Without denial, there's nothing to hold me back, and I'd want to keep pushing. "Sendai-san, you're not planning to watch the movie, are you?" Miyagi pushes me away again, maintaining enough distance to place the platypus back between us. "I want to watch, but this one's boring." I turn off the tablet. "Hey, I was still watching that." "Let's watch another movie. Like a horror one." "No way." Miyagi openly glares at me in discontent. Although she just told me to keep my hands off her, she reaches toward me. There's no platypus boundary anymore, yet she clearly crosses its former spot, gripping the neckline of my cut-and-sew top. As she pulls without hesitation, I place my hand over hers. "You're going to stretch my shirt if you hold on so tightly." It's not expensive, but I don't want it stretched. But Miyagi seemingly ignores my voice, pulling even harder. Not wanting the shirt to stretch, I lean toward Miyagi. "Let go!" I try to peel Miyagi's fingers away from my shirt, but they won't budge. Her face comes closer, and I can feel her breath on my neck. Instinctively, a shiver runs through my shoulders. Her face draws even nearer, and something warm touches my neck. Her lips latch onto me, sucking with force. It's not as sharp as a needle prick, but a piercing pain runs through me. Her tongue nudges against the spot, warm and moist. Miyagi doesn't pull away. It's too close. I can hear the sound of my own heartbeat, loud enough to drown out the movie from earlier. Her lips press harder, sucking with even more fervor. The pain seeps past my skin, spreading gently through the depths of my body. There will definitely be a mark. This isn't good. I know this, yet I feel an urge to wrap my arms around her back. As I hesitate, pondering what to do while stroking her hair, Miyagi suddenly pulls away from me. The pain vanishes. I can't see my neck, but can guess what's there. "You're such an idiot, Miyagi. There's definitely a mark now." "It's your fault, Sendai-san." She says irritably, staring fixedly at my neck. "Still, there are things you can and can't do." Her piercing gaze confirms my suspicions about what's on my neck, so I grab a hand mirror to check. As expected. A distinct red mark stands out on the side of my neck. "Seriously, Miyagi. At least put it somewhere less visible. What am I supposed to do about this?" "If I put it in a hidden spot, you wouldn't reflect on it, Sendai-san." "It's not about reflection. It's just low to mark a noticeable spot like this." "Didn't you say you weren't going anywhere during the break? Then it doesn't matter where the mark is." "But you'll be out with Utsunomiya." "I'm going out, but you can stay home the whole time." With that, Miyagi gives my shoulder a push. "Why don't you stay home too, Miyagi?" "No way. I've already made plans with Maika." Frustrating, frustrating, frustrating. Incredibly frustrating. I glance in the mirror again. The red mark is glaringly obvious in a prominent spot. I'd thought about hanging out with friends during the break, but this won't let me go out. I could hide it with a turtleneck, but that's not the most suitable option for the season. If I go out with a red mark on my neck, someone will surely say something. Pretending to have a boyfriend would lead to demands to meet him or to show a photo, so I can't recklessly lie. Miyagi is truly extreme. She says she doesn't want to kiss, yet carries out such things without hesitation. Normally, a roommate wouldn't do something like this. I can't grasp what kind of relationship Miyagi wants, nor do I understand what I want either. It remains ambiguous. I just want to be with her. Breathing out with a sigh, I place the mirror down. I touch my neck, feeling the area where the mark is. "Miyagi." "What?" Miyagi looks my way, unfazed, as though she hasn't done anything wrong. I find myself exasperated with how easily I forgive this side of Miyagi. Pressing my temples, I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Shall we watch the rest?" I turn the tablet back on after I had shut it off earlier.