145 Things I Know About Miyagi - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Things I Know About Miyagi Chapter 145 On Monday morning, I had expected Miyagi not to be there. Although I didn't think she would stay away all day, considering her personality, it wasn't surprising if she chose not to return. But I never imagined she would be gone for three days. "You'd think she'd be back sooner." I sighed and poured orange juice into a glass. After letting things simmer for a day, she'd probably return, albeit awkwardly. That's what I thought. Yet, on the fourth morning, anxiety crept in when Miyagi still hadn't come back. I could understand that, after what happened, facing each other as roommates the very next day would be challenging. Even I didn't know what expression to wear when meeting Miyagi. I knew time was necessary, but three days seemed excessive. I carried the glass back to my room. I wasn't overly concerned about where she'd gone. "She's probably at Utsunomiya's place, right?" After drinking about half of the orange juice, I set the glass down on the table. Miyagi's only response to my message, 'Are you at Utsunomiya's?' was, 'Don't worry.' So, I figured I wasn't wrong. If she was elsewhere, she'd likely complain, saying, 'It's not at Maika's.' In moments like these, I'm relieved Miyagi has a place to go, though having it be Utsunomiya is... complicated. It's not that I suspect anything going on. It's likely nothing... just a lingering dissatisfaction. Still, it's better than worrying about Miyagi's whereabouts without knowing where she is. Yet, if she doesn't return soon, it might end up with Utsunomiya becoming her roommate. That would be problematic. Miyagi needs to come back home soon. I collapse onto the bed. Both the cover and sheets have been washed. Yet, it feels as if I can still smell Miyagi's scent. I don't regret what happened on Sunday, but I do regret that it happened in this room. Lying here, I can't help but recall it all. Miyagi was here, I touched her, kissed her, and even went beyond that... The memories are vivid, and with her absence, they surface even more. If we shared meals together as usual, living as roommates, I could probably lock away those memories as mere dreams. But with her gone, the guilt fades, and my imagination roams freely. It’s genuinely frustrating. Though I'm anxious about Miyagi not returning, I can't stop thinking about her from Sunday. I slap my cheek and pick up my phone. I had sent a message earlier, asking when she'd return, but my phone remained silent. Even so, I checked the screen. As expected, no response. Because of this, even though lectures would soon start, I felt no desire to attend university. Ever since Miyagi left, I've contemplated heading to her university several times. I don't know where Utsunomiya lives, but I know the university. If she's with Utsunomiya, they're probably not skipping classes, meaning I might see Miyagi if I go. Despite knowing this, I waver. It's better to seek out the real Miyagi rather than being trapped by these memories. I want to see her. But I'm unsure of how to face her. I probably find it even harder than Miyagi to meet her as a roommate. For a very simple reason, one I hoped to never acknowledge. One I still wish I hadn’t realized. I'm surely, for quite some time now, in love with Miyagi. I can't pinpoint when I lost my heart. It feels more like she slowly seeped in and took root without my noticing. She embedded herself in me, to the extent that I couldn't uproot her. I've been hiding these grown feelings in a dark, tight place, covering them with a five-thousand-yen veil to avoid acknowledging them. Even when something stirred those buried emotions, ignoring them made them nearly nonexistent. Even when Miyagi, who wasn't even a friend, became my roommate, nothing changed. Though after graduating high school and losing the five-thousand-yen cover, those emotions, quietly breathing in the corner of my mind, started asserting themselves, I still carefully avoided facing them. That was until Sunday. Having touched Miyagi like never before, the feelings I kept hidden effortlessly entered my sight and surged outward. — Sendai Hazuki loves Miyagi Shiori. Once I've realized this, ignoring it was no longer an option. Even now, I find myself thinking only of Miyagi. She probably won't let me, but I still want to touch her again, to kiss her, to hear that voice only I know. Meeting her while feeling this way, I’m unsure if I can interact with her just as roommates. Now, uncertain of how to handle these realized emotions, a part of me is relieved she isn’t around. And I detest the part of me using my feelings for Miyagi as an excuse not to seek her out. Miyagi affects my emotions whether she's here or not. Truly, she's a troublesome person. "Maybe she won't come back today either." If she returned on her own, I'd have no choice but to sort out my feelings and act like a roommate, but it seems unlikely she'd come back voluntarily. I rise from the bed. I regret not asking for Utsunomiya's contact information before graduation. It probably wouldn't help, but if Utsunomiya told her to come back, Miyagi might just listen. However, since contacting Utsunomiya isn't an option, I have no choice but to go to her university to bring her back. "Normally, you’d come back at some point." I spin around in the room and look at my phone. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. I send another message to Miyagi, asking when she'll return. If there's no reply by noon, I've decided to go to her university. Repeatedly skipping university isn’t an option, and delaying any longer only increases the awkwardness. I don't know if I'll be able to see Miyagi, but if there’s a day to go to her university, it's today. Even if I can't meet her, I might meet Utsunomiya. Touching Miyagi on Sunday and realizing I was more accepted by her than I had anticipated made me think, she probably doesn't dislike me. If she did, she wouldn’t have tolerated what happened. I have no choice but to believe that for now. I set the silent phone on the table. I collapse back onto the bed and close my eyes. Miyagi still fills my thoughts, and I let out yet another sigh.