158 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 158 I closed my eyes, tempted by the thought of going back to sleep, but I couldn't drift off. Sendai-san had already slipped back into slumber almost instantly. Staring up at the ceiling, I sighed. Sleep seemed to have wandered off somewhere, inconveniently out of reach. I'd already woken up once, and Sendai-san lying so close was too distracting; I wasn't in the mood to sleep. Frustrated by her serene sleep, I kicked at Sendai-san's foot. "Wake up." "Has it been thirty minutes already?" came Sendai-san's sleepy voice, still with her eyes closed. "I don't know," I replied. I hadn't checked the clock before I attempted to sleep, so I had no idea when thirty minutes would pass. All I knew was it was nearly eleven. "If you don't know, I'll sleep a bit more." "Why are you so sleepy?" "I couldn't fall asleep easily last night," Sendai-san said, opening her eyes slowly to look at me. "But you slept like a log earlier," I protested. "That's just because I went to bed late and ended up sleeping soundly." "Why couldn't you sleep?" "Who knows? Maybe the bed was too cramped," she answered in a dismissive tone, as if she hadn't given it much thought. "I'm hungry, so I'm getting up. You can keep sleeping, Sendai-san." In truth, I wasn't hungry enough to eat right away. Yet, I felt restless lying awake in the cramped bed, so I got up. "Are you going to eat something, Miyagi?" "Yeah." "In that case, I guess I'll eat too." With a big yawn, Sendai-san sat up and stretched widely after climbing out of the bed before me. She checked the clock. "It's an awkward time though, should we have breakfast or lunch?" she asked. Though the time was awkward, late for breakfast yet early for lunch, it would save the trouble of preparing two meals if I picked one or the other. "Lunch," I answered succinctly, getting off the bed. "I'll start, so you can relax, Miyagi." "I'll help." "Let's cook together after we change, then," she suggested. I nodded and headed to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I went back to my room to change. When I reached the shared space, I found Sendai-san, dressed in a long skirt, starting to prepare the meal. Her look contrasted with my T-shirt and pants, yet it suited her well. "What are we making?" I asked as I moved to her side. "Sausages and eggs. You'll handle the bread, Miyagi." I set the bread in the toaster as instructed. While preparing the dishes, jam, and butter, the eggs and sausages finished cooking. We placed glasses filled with orange juice and our plates on the table and sat down. "Let's eat," we said simultaneously. As I spread butter and jam on my toast, Sendai-san glanced at me while biting into her sausage. "What do you want to do today?" "Nothing in particular." "In that case, let's watch the rest of yesterday's movie." "It wasn't that interesting, so I'm fine not finishing it," I said. Though I had no plans and didn't mind spending Sunday with Sendai-san, I wasn't keen on the movie. Yet, with nothing else in mind, I took a bite of toast and sipped orange juice. "Even if it wasn't great, it's something to pass the time." "You might be right," I admitted. "Then it's settled. We'll watch after we eat." Naturally, Sendai-san decided our Sunday plans. Though her straightforwardness wasn't without issue, spending Sundays together like before required a degree of assertiveness. Living as roommates wouldn't work with lingering awkwardness. Today's version of Sendai-san was easier to be around; being overly considerate was exhausting. "Miyagi, do you remember where you dozed off during the movie?" "I wasn't sleeping, just drowsy," I defended. "Do you remember the plot?" she asked. "Vaguely," I said. We emptied our plates and glasses while discussing the less-than-exciting movie, then cleared the dishes together and headed back to Sendai-san's room. "Is starting here okay?" Sendai-san asked, operating the tablet beside me. "Yeah," I nodded, as the screen displayed where we left off. We watched the film to the end credits. "How was it?" Sendai-san asked, prompting my honest answer. "Still not very interesting." "You wanted to watch it in the first place," she remarked. "I know, but it's dull," I replied, leaning against the bed as she resumed using her tablet. "Want to watch something else?" "No, it's fine." "Then what do you want to do?" "Nothing's fine." "Won't you be bored?" she said, yet rested against the bed herself. "If you want to go out, we can go in the rain," she offered. "No way," I refused. "Then think of something to kill time, Miyagi." "How about a game?" "I’m not good at games," she rejected, her voice tinged with dislike. Back in high school, when we played together, she wasn't very good. She hardly seemed like the type to game for fun, likely unwilling to play even out of boredom. "Then there's really nothing to do," I said. "Not necessarily," her voice held a hint of something. "...What do you mean?" I asked, but she didn't answer. "Look this way," she instructed. I wasn't getting an answer, but I turned her way anyway, and she grabbed my hand. A sharp sensation raced to my fingertips, and just as I was called by name, I was silenced by her lips. Yet, she pulled away quickly. Though there are certain thoughts about kissing in this room, something of this level felt permissible. We'd done this numerous times before, and reacting exaggeratedly seemed like giving the impression of being conscious of it. So, for something this trivial, it seemed fine. She leaned in again, licking my lips. Reflexively, I began to pull back, but her tongue intruded into my mouth. Attempting to drive out the uninvited Sendai-san from my territory, I couldn't resist; my space was easily overtaken. We hadn’t kissed like this since that day. Unbidden, Sunday’s memories threatened to resurface, and as I attempt to scatter them from my mind, something warm and soft entangled with my tongue. The mingling, exchanging temperatures blanketed my thoughts in white. I grabbed onto Sendai-san's clothes. Pulling her towards me, I bit her tongue forcefully, but not hard enough to leave marks. Sendai-san moved away slightly, then quickly closed the distance again, and bit my lip as if in retaliation. Her assertiveness felt true to her, but now wasn't the time to showcase this kind of pushiness. "If 'doing something' means this, then there's no need," I said, releasing her clothes and pushing her away. "Do you dislike kissing?" she asked. The question that came from her was unexpected. "It’s not like I hate it. It's just not the right time, you know?" "So, you don't hate it, right?" "Sendai-san, what's this about? You said you wouldn't do anything weird." "That promise was only valid until we left the room yesterday. We stepped out earlier, so it’s not in effect anymore." I remembered the promise. I had mentioned it, hoping she'd abide by it even if it had expired. If it didn’t work, I’d just make a new promise. "Then let’s make that promise again." If Sendai-san would swear by th earrings every time something came up, that would suffice. "Alright," she said softly, moving as close as when she kissed me, whispering in my ear. "I won’t do anything weird, but the promise can wait a little longer." "What do you mean by 'a little longer'?" I asked, but she didn’t reply. Instead, she kissed the earring and pressed her lips to my neck. The spots she touched felt burning hot. She pushed on my shoulders, her weight pinning me down. Before I could push back, my back was against the floor. Her hand slipped under my T-shirt as she lifted the hem. "Sendai-san!" I called her name firmly. Although she must have heard, her hand pressed against my side. It brushed up to just below my ribs, and I quickly covered it with mine through the fabric. "What are you trying to do with this hand?" I questioned. "Do you dislike me touching you?" she countered with another question. "What if I do?" I challenged. "Then I’ll stop," she replied. There it was again, I thought. In moments like this, Sendai-san often left choices up to me. She’d pose a question that seemed aimed at making me say the answer she had already decided on internally. "...I don’t want you touching me right now, so can you move? It's time you keep your promise." I pushed against Sendai-san's body. Yet she didn’t budge. Grasping her shoulders, I pressed my nails in deeply enough that they might leave marks. "Miyagi, rock-paper-scissors." "What?" I couldn’t believe the words came from someone pinning me down. My grip on her shoulders slackened. "Rock, paper—" "Wait a minute!" "Scissors!" she continued, throwing out paper before I could prepare, and I countered late with scissors. "Looks like you won, Miyagi, so I’ll move," she said, getting off me without protest. I pulled my T-shirt back down and sat up. "And I’ll keep my promise too," she added with a bright smile. "...What if I had lost?" "I wonder what I would have done," she teased. Her words left it uncertain what would have happened if I’d lost. Yet, even if I had, I believed she would have kept her promise in the end. That’s how it seemed to me.