133 I Don't Want to Show It to Sendai-san - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

I Don't Want to Show It to Sendai-san Chapter 133 Sendai-san hasn't changed a bit. The day after the kiss, this morning, after lunch—she spoke in the same tone and showed the same expression as she did before the kiss. Of course, I haven't changed either. It was just something I hadn't done in a while, something we'd done many times before. Nothing Sendai-san did was ever something I disliked, and I didn't find our latest interaction unpleasant either. Since I didn’t stop her, there's no need for a penalty game. However, I do take issue with Sendai-san acting as if nothing happened, despite breaking our promise. It was Sendai-san who suggested we become roommates. We have plans to watch a movie together, yet her potential to break the "do nothing" promise again keeps me uneasy. I touch my ear. My fingertips graze the earrings. I could have her promise not to break it while admiring these small decorations. But I’d rather not show my ears. I place a mirror on the table and tuck my hair behind my ear. Staring at the earrings in the small stand mirror. It takes about a month for a piercing to stabilize. I can't just take them out. I'm not in a hurry to change to new earrings, but Sendai-san saying that they suit me or that they're cute makes me conscious of them. I want to keep them hidden from her eyes. Sendai-san never fails to say unnecessary things. I untuck the hair over my ear and glance at the clock. The meeting time is approaching. As I tidy up the mirror, my gaze falls onto my lips. I recall Sendai-san's warm touch on my cheek two days ago; her intense gaze, and the softness of her lips are memories that resurface. I brush my fingers over my lips. Not long ago, I'd touched them like this too. After wiping the lipstick she applied and looking into the mirror like today— My eyes fixate on my reflection, seeing myself touch my lips, and I instinctively cover the mirror with my hand. "Oh." The coolness through the skin fills me with regret. I hastily remove my hand from the mirror, now smeared with fingerprints. "Ah, seriously. This is all Sendai-san's fault." I stand up and leave the room. Standing in front of Sendai-san's door, I take a breath and exhale. After knocking twice, her voice invites me in. I breathe in and out once more before opening the door. "So you actually came." Sendai-san remarks, surprised, leaning against her bed. "If it’s better I didn’t come, I'll just go back." Even knowing she didn’t mean it that way, I turn my back to her, and before I close the door, I hear her say, "Come in." Turning around at the unexpectedly gentle voice, I see Sendai-san standing, her soft-colored skirt fluttering slightly. Lately, she's been wearing skirts often. Although different from her school uniform, it reminds me of Sendai-san from our high school days. I still favor my denim pants, but Sendai-san suggested once, after our move, that I try wearing skirts. She hasn't mentioned it since. Her thoughtless words always bewilder me. "I didn't think you'd come. ...You wouldn't leave over something like that, and you'd actually come to my room?" With a nonsensical question, Sendai-san grabs my arm, pulling me inside. "What do you mean, you wouldn't leave?" "It's fine if you don't get it." Sendai-san laughs vaguely. Curious about her question's intent, I almost ask again, but she takes my words away, saying, "You can pick the movie, Miyagi," and hands me the tablet. Resigned, I sit beside her. One side of me tingles. Being near Sendai-san makes my shoulder and arm feel electrified, unsettling me. The sensation sharpens only on that side, forcing me to put some space between us. "A penalty game if you touch me." I place a tissue box with the platypus cover between us. While selecting a movie on the tablet, Sendai-san's unnaturally cheerful voice fills my ears. "Your idea of a penalty game probably wouldn’t really feel like one." "What do you mean by that?" Lifting my face from the tablet, I meet Sendai-san's eyes. "Just a little warning. It might be something fun for me, even if it's a penalty game." "I don't plan on making the penalty game enjoyable for you, Sendai-san." "Then it'll be something unenjoyable?" "Obviously." Upon my declaration, Sendai-san lightly taps the platypus's head. "What you find unenjoyable and what I find unenjoyable might differ." Is she saying this to avoid a penalty game? Or does it hold a different meaning? If what I find unenjoyable is fun for Sendai-san, then there's a problem. In the past, Sendai-san complied with orders most would refuse. She didn’t refuse when I told her to lick my foot or when I blindfolded her. It wouldn’t be surprising if she genuinely thought penalty games were fun. "The strange Sendai-san." "I haven't said or done anything that would make anyone call me strange." "You must be thinking something weird. Oh, it's something naughty, isn't it?" A person who'd suddenly ask to kiss and then initiated a kiss on that very night. It's not surprising if she's thinking of something more. "I'm not thinking anything naughty." Sendai-san smiles exaggeratedly. If I could peek into her mind, I would. I can't trust her sunny smile claiming innocence. "That's definitely a lie. Sendai-san, you're like an erotic demon." "Stop that. You're making it sound like I only think of inappropriate things. Besides, it's Miyagi who's perverted for suggesting it. You wouldn't say such things unless you were thinking about them." "I'm not thinking about it. It's Sendai-san who's the weird one, a pervert." I set the tablet on the floor and grab the platypus, using it to tap her arm firmly. The platypus hits her twice, and she giggles. "Sorry, it was just a joke. Now, pick a movie." She hands me the tablet again. I glare lightly at Sendai-san before perusing the numerous movie titles displayed. Last time, I picked a film that bored Sendai-san midway, causing trouble. Today, I want to choose something she'd watch quietly till the end. But I refuse to pick a horror film she’d enjoy. Several movie titles float through my mind. Among them, I mention an animated film loved by both adults and children, often rebroadcast on television. "Have you seen it?" I ask. "I haven’t. But haven’t you, Miyagi?" "I have, but it's a favorite of mine." I find the movie we were looking for and hit play. Even so, I can't help but be conscious of Sendai-san sitting next to me. The tingling sensation in my shoulder and arm closest to her persists. Like before, Sendai-san moves the platypus that’s between us onto the bed. "Make sure you actually watch the movie." When I shift slightly away from her, she closes the gap just as much. I give her arm a light smack, and with a brief "I will," she grabs hold of my hand. Though her grip is gentle and doesn't hurt, it sparks a sharp reaction in my arm, much like a jolt of static electricity. As I instinctively try to pull away, Sendai-san tightens her grip. "I swear I'll watch the movie, so it's fine." Sendai-san says something that seems both right and not. "If you hate it, I'll let go." She adds softly. Well, just holding hands shouldn't be a big deal. I can at least allow that much. I don't squeeze her hand in return, but instead, leave her hand where it is as I shift my focus back to the tablet.