157 I Could Trust Sendai-san a Little More - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

I Could Trust Sendai-san a Little More Chapter 157 The black cat is missing. Half-asleep, I fumble to find the stuffed toy that should be next to my pillow. My body, as if bound to the bed with duct tape, refuses to move. I struggle against my uncooperative eyes, my heavy hand stumbling upon something hard yet strangely smooth. It’s clearly not the texture of a stuffed toy, and it seems unusually large. Without knowing what it is, I clutch it tightly. I distinctly feel warmth against my palm. Moreover, I hear what seems like a growl. —There’s something unusual, not a stuffed toy, in bed with me. My eyes, which refused to open earlier, snap wide. "...Huh?" In front of me isn't the black cat, but instead Sendai-san, who shouldn't be there. And she's close. Though our bodies aren’t touching, just reaching out slightly could allow me to brush her cheek. It appears that what I grabbed was her head. My fingers glide down, combing through her hair. Her long locks slip like silk through my fingers. Her closed eyes remain unopened. Come to think of it, I slept in Sendai-san’s room. It might have been a stormy, windy night. I don’t like nights like that. In dramas and manga, something scary often happens when the weather is bad or the wind blows fiercely, making me feel like something might happen if I stay awake. But it's not as bad now as it used to be. And the reason is right in front of me. "...Sendai-san." I call her name softly, touching her cheek and giving it a slight pinch. She stirs a bit, but she doesn’t wake up. I've always been alone on nights like this, so just knowing someone else is in the house brings a sense of comfort. Thunder might also unsettle me, but as it was only rumbling, I didn't have to hide under the covers. Thus, last night, I intended to spend it alone. But Sendai-san came. Feeling someone nearby is far more reassuring than just sensing their presence through a wall. I graze my hand down from her cheek, letting my fingers dance along her lips. These lips have touched mine countless times, even right here on this bed. Though the memory threatens to pull me upright, I remain lying down. After all this time, I wish to be someone who can nonchalantly recall those events without overthinking. If I keep fixating on them, they become distinct from the everyday, turning that particular Sunday into something special. Better to carry on as usual. I close my eyes, submerging the memories that rise. Yesterday, I gathered the courage to decide not to return from this room. I didn’t want to do something like taking her bed for myself and making her stay up all night, so here I am. It’s okay. I open my eyes to look at Sendai-san. She’s sleeping peacefully, seemingly content. Curled at the edge of the bed, she appears more adorable than beautiful. I pinch her cheek again. She still doesn't wake up. I envy her sound sleep a little, as I had struggled to doze off. Although it’s her bed, so it’s expected she would sleep well, it’s strange to think she’s sleeping so calmly while I am awake. It's primarily because of Sendai-san that situations requiring courage have multiplied. —It's a bit annoying. I gently insert a finger into her mouth. Her hand moves as if discontented when my fingertip touches her teeth. I hear her sleepy voice questioning "Eh?" and push my finger slowly into the open mouth meant for speaking. My fingertip brushes against her warm tongue, and with a soft press, she lightly bites down. Moving my finger over the harder teeth leads to a slightly firmer bite, prompting me to pull my finger out. "Don't wake me up like that." Sendai-san speaks with an unusually furrowed brow. "I didn’t wake you up; you woke up on your own." "Normally, you’d wake up if someone put a finger in your mouth. If you’re going to wake me up, do it more sanely, please." Her voice is more languid than usual, and she finishes with a big yawn. I lightly tug her bangs, and she brushes her hair up with a resigned mess and closes her eyes. "Are you going back to sleep?" "I'm sleepy." "If you’re awake, keep me company." "I can't." Her concise reply comes without opening her eyes. I touch Sendai-san’s ear. "Miyagi, you should sleep too." Her voice, faint and murmurous, comes as she bats my hand away. Instead of answering, I touch her ear again. I trace its outline, feeling its unique shape. Sliding my fingers to her earlobe, different from mine, cold and soft, it’s pleasing to touch. Even as I fiddle with it, Sendai-san doesn’t open her eyes. I insert my finger just slightly into her ear, and she grips my arm. "It tickles." When I had said the same thing on this bed, she hadn’t stopped. I pull her ear strongly. I wonder what would happen if I kissed her there now. Curious yet pushing such thoughts away, I release her and shift to place my lips on her neck. Her body shivers ever so slightly. I’m unsure if Sendai-san opened her eyes. A sweet scent tickles my nose. She always smells nice. I taste her neck with a lick, then bite down firmly. My teeth delve not only into the soft flesh but also slightly into the harder layer beneath, causing her to pat my shoulder. I reduce the bite pressure, laying my tongue over the spot. This time, she pushes my shoulder more forcefully, and as I pull away, I find her nearly falling off the bed. Hastily, I grab her sweatshirt. I yank her back forcefully. Before the sweatshirt stretches, Sendai-san’s body returns to the bed, landing face down with a thud. "Why do you have to wake me in such an unconventional way?" She says while caressing the spot where I bit her. "I’m bored." "Using biting as a remedy for boredom isn’t right." "Aren’t you getting up?" "I'm not." "Then, I'll go back to my room." The hand that was on her neck stops abruptly, and Sendai-san, still lying down, turns toward me. "Why not sleep a bit longer? You don’t have plans today, right?" This time, she tugs on my sweatshirt. "No, I don’t." Even without opening the curtains, it’s clear the weather is bad, and even if I had plans, I wouldn't want to go anywhere. But staying in Sendai-san’s bed like this might not be a good idea. "It’s okay. I remember yesterday’s promise." She won’t do anything weird until I leave this room. Sendai-san promised me that yesterday. And I haven’t left the room yet. Though Sendai-san often breaks promises, what she vowed on the earring is something she keeps, if not perfectly, then at least consistently. That reassures me. Letting me believe in Sendai-san a bit more than before. The earrings are special to her. Perhaps, as she mentioned, they’re like a charm. I touch the earrings before responding to her. "Just thirty more minutes, then." "How about making it an hour instead?" Sendai-san scoots a little closer, and I gently press near her collarbone, ensuring she doesn't fall off the bed. "Thirty minutes." "Alright, thirty minutes it is." Sendai-san says softly and closes her eyes.