173 Things I Want to Do with Sendai-san for No Reason - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Things I Want to Do with Sendai-san for No Reason Chapter 173 All day long, Sendai-san remains within my sight. It's only natural since we're living together, but ever since summer vacation started, she's been at home constantly, increasing our time spent together compared to before. During Golden Week, we spent a lot of time at home together, but it's even more now, as we're sharing more moments. In essence, Sendai-san feels close. Right now, we were supposed to be playing a game together, yet Sendai-san has casually tossed aside her controller and is now leaning against me. But with part of her touching me, I feel a sense of reassurance, so I have no intention of pulling away. “Sendai-san, aren't you going out with your friends?” I thought she'd be going out with friends when she's not doing her tutoring job, yet since the start of vacation, she's mostly spent her time at home, apart from work. “Nope. You don't have plans, Miyagi?” “I told you before, I don't.” “Same here. My only plans are to hang out with you.” With a statement that could be either true or false, Sendai-san leans in closer. Originally, our shoulders and arms were already touching, but now they are pressed together even more, sharing warmth. “Aren't you hot, Sendai-san?” This room is always cool. To be accurate, it's so air-conditioned that it feels a bit cold to me. But for the past few days, the temperature has subtly risen above the usual level. “I’m dressed coolly, so it’s fine,” Sendai-san says as she stretches out her white legs. Indeed, Sendai-san is wearing shorts, unlike me, and she looks cool and comfortable. When I reach out and touch her thigh, her body shivers slightly. “Aren't you cold, Miyagi?” Until now, I would complain if I felt cold or adjust the air-conditioning without asking, but this room belongs to Sendai-san, not me. I ought to respect her preference. As long as the temperature doesn't make me catch a cold, lately I've kept my complaints at bay. Besides, right now I prefer it this way—the room feels a bit too cool for my liking, which makes Sendai-san cozy up to me, fixing the temperature to be just right when she's near. Despite my thoughts, Sendai-san seems unfazed by the heightened temperature—which irritates me as, despite her usual tendency to feel hot easily, she's quick to snuggle up close. “It’s your room, so set the temperature as you like.” I slide my hand down her thigh. It’s unclear whether it's my palm or her skin, but a warm sensation lingers. “Then this temperature is good,” Sendai-san softly replies and clasps my hand on her thigh. This time, the warmth clearly registers, and the joined hands feel slightly hot. “What about continuing the game?” I look at the abandoned controller. “I can’t win, so I'm done. I give up.” “Then let's do something else.” “What do you want to do?” “You decide, Sendai-san.” When I try to retrieve my hand, Sendai-san pulls it back. When I gaze at her firmly grasping my hand, she stops my lips with hers before I can voice a complaint. Our boundaries become hazy with a kiss so tender, and then we slowly separate. Since the vacation began, she's been kissing me as if it's the most natural thing to do. I don't intend to refuse, and I did promise it’s okay to kiss unless it's too much, yet her lack of hesitation surprises me. "I didn’t mean ‘something else’ like that. Why do you always kiss me so easily?" “Do you dislike it?” Sendai-san's voice is calm. “That phrasing—I don't like it.” “So should I just say I want to kiss Miyagi?” “That’s not it, either.” “Then what should I say?” “Why do you always say strange things?” “Isn't that because you asked?” “Even if I did, I didn’t mean for you to say something like that.” I extend my leg like Sendai-san did, nudging her ankle. "Ouch." Despite not kicking her hard at all, she gives an exaggerated exclamation, so I kick her again in protest, which only prompts her to hold my hand tighter. When I glance at Sendai-san’s face, she leans in again to briefly kiss me, but this time, her lips retreat immediately. Even as I clasp her hand again, her lips won’t meet mine anymore. I kick her foot lightly, letting go of her hand. Being in proximity to her has become second nature, and sharing physical contact seems only appropriate. Having her within my line of sight feels normal, and I even wish to lock her away with my gaze. It's likely because Sendai-san consistently acts in ways that compel these feelings, not because I've changed. —Or so I want to believe. Wanting another kiss without any particular reason now is simply because Sendai-san has taught me that it’s fine to do so without overthinking it. Not exactly taught directly, but witnessing her approach to kissing casually made finding a reason feel absurd. I think Sendai-san is too integral to what makes me me. Many things within and around me have been influenced or given by Sendai-san. The urge to kiss or feel soothed by another's warmth—this home, the roommate relationship, the piercings—they wouldn’t exist for me without Sendai-san. “Miyagi,” Sendai-san calls out in a soft voice. "What?" "Aren't you going to hold my hand?" "Not anymore." As I reply curtly, Sendai-san leans back against the bed. The departure of her shoulder from mine leaves one side of my body empty. I honestly think Sendai-san is quite mean. Even when I express dislike, she comes closer and holds my hand, yet in moments like this, she separates herself far too readily and doesn’t return. I can’t quite grasp what’s on Sendai-san’s mind. Even though I've learned things about her touch that others may not know, that alone hasn't satisfied my yearning to understand her better. I know she affects my life so deeply, even overwhelmingly. I wish to know her even more closely than I do now, yearning to eliminate that unsettling uncertainty that disappeared on that day and then returned. I want to stop myself from imagining scenarios I needn’t ponder, like Sendai-san becoming closer to Maika than with me and seeing her alone, or growing close to someone else unknown to me and bringing them into this home. “Sendai-san.” I lightly tap the back of her hand resting on the floor. “What?” "Your hand." I place my hand back on her thigh. Thoughts trapped in my mind remain unshared unless spoken. So even if it’s not everything, I try to voice some aspects. Yet I still feel it's not going great. Neither do I think I can keep this up much longer. I’m tense, with my shoulders stiffening and the heaviness in my head as though a stone presses against my skull, leaving me somewhat troubled. Even things easily done with others become exponentially harder when it comes to Sendai-san. Like an unbeatable game, expressing what I feel seems daunting. "Like this?" Without needing to be asked, Sendai-san holds my hand and presses her lips to my cheek. "Miyagi," She calls my name with a voice warm enough to convey her body heat. The warmth from our clasped hands seems to seep through my skin, heating my bloodstream. When I turn to look at Sendai-san slowly, she kisses me yet again. However, her lips leave mine quickly, and the heat emanating from our hands is more intense. Her fingers move as if to tickle the back of my hand, and as I squeeze her hand back, she gives me several gentle, barely-there kisses. Although I meant it when I said kissing is fine unless it's excessive, I'm unsure about how much I should allow. I never explicitly set a boundary, so my mind is noisy with the debate between wanting to permit everything and wanting to restrain myself immediately. Recently, the boundary that existed between Sendai-san and me has become almost like a series of dotted lines, allowing her to slip through the gaps. There's no doubt it’s my feelings for Sendai-san that have been creating these breaks in our connection, and I find it hard to accept. Still, I don't want to create something special that would be troubling to lose. If possible, I’d like to reconnect the severed parts back into a single line. But I know that’s hard to achieve. I press against Sendai-san's shoulder to halt her attempts to continue kissing. "That's enough." I say it clearly, and abruptly, Sendai-san asks, "Do you want some ice cream?" while looking at me. "I already had some yesterday, so I’m done," "Let’s go buy some from the convenience store." Sendai-san lets go of my hand and stands up. "Whoever wants it should go get it." "Come on, let’s go together." With that, she crouches down and grabs my hand again, the one she just let go of moments ago.