189 Feelings Towards Miyagi - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Feelings Towards Miyagi Chapter 189 When I opened my eyes, Miyagi's face was right in front of me. It was Miyagi who stopped me from leaving the room to call off the sleepover last night, and it was my decision to sleep in her bed. I also distinctly remember that she turned her back on me when she fell asleep. But now, I can see Miyagi's face clearly. I don't know when Miyagi turned towards me, but it makes me happy. I poke her cheek. Miyagi is fast asleep and doesn't react. In the past, when we've slept together until morning, Miyagi was always the first to wake, so I'm a bit surprised to see her completely still. Maybe she was tired after going out with Utsunomiya. I gently stroke Miyagi's hair. Yesterday, I hadn't planned on doing something like that. I was eager, but minimally hopeful, that maybe during winter break, we could both work a part-time job together, watch a movie or drama, or perhaps play a game Miyagi likes, but those modest desires grew into an unbearable longing. I touch Miyagi's earrings. It’s hard to say that I kept the promise I swore to uphold. If I just look at the result, then technically, I didn’t break it. But considering everything I did to reach this point, it feels like a miracle that Miyagi didn’t throw me out of her room. Well, it's a rather arduous miracle, but still a miracle. I want to be by Miyagi's side, to sleep in the same bed. I always feel this way, but last night it might have been easier to return to my own room. Trying to fall calmly asleep after something like that requires some considerable effort. Feelings don’t switch off easily. Miyagi, who places such burdens on me, is cruel. Yet, I understand that her doing so is also a sign of trust. So, I managed to contain my feelings for Miyagi, changed the course of emotions, and slept as if nothing happened. Still, waking up, I can't help but think about what happened yesterday. The sensation of her chest. Her body hotter than usual. Her ragged breath. And her hands pulling me closer. None of it felt like she was stopping me; it was as if she was accepting all of me. If I had kept whispering, kept touching her, and let my emotions overflow, I'm sure Miyagi would have kept forgiving me just like that. But if I forced her without giving her space to think, nothing good would happen for me. Without consent, in a brightly lit room, continuing to touch Miyagi—who ran away even the first time—I bet she wouldn't be here now. And once Miyagi was gone, finding her again wouldn’t be easy. She surely wouldn’t go to Utsunomiya like before, and knowing that Utsunomiya and I are in contact, she’d likely disappear to a place even Utsunomiya wouldn’t know. If that happened, it would be impossible to bring her back. Drawing out her words yesterday and listening to what she had to say wasn't a mistake. I also wanted to know what Miyagi was thinking. I think yesterday's decision to quietly sleep beside Miyagi was the right one. I'm convinced of that, but seeing Miyagi seemingly ready to accept me makes patience difficult. Miyagi is always vague, always just out of reach, sometimes making it all unbearably painful. With a small sigh, I gently pull at her bangs. Of course, Miyagi doesn't move at all. "She really sleeps well." —Without knowing what I'm going through. If she wanted to stop me, she should’ve just used stronger words. To keep me as a roommate. Because she stops me with such ambiguous words, I end up desperately wanting to touch her as she sleeps. I don't know how long "still" will last. It could go on forever or, perhaps, soon she might become something more than just a roommate. At least she's not opposed to living together as roommates. It implies she harbors some positive feelings towards me, with a possibility that these feelings might grow into something similar to mine. I don’t have the confidence to assert that Miyagi likes me, but I feel like she's thinking more about me than before. In the hopeful undertone of that single word "still," I'm terrified that I might not be able to keep my feelings bottled up. If I thrust my feelings upon Miyagi, who said she doesn’t want our relationship to change yet, she might never look at me again. I feel that if I whispered "I love you" to a sleeping Miyagi, it might be forgiven, but knowing Miyagi, she’s likely to wake up at such a moment. Miyagi never acts as I'd expect, for better or worse. I swallow the words from my lips and whisper something else. "...Shiori." This should be forgiven. If she wakes up, she’ll be just a little grumpy, but it won’t lead to anything irreversible. I stroke her black hair, gently caress her cheek, softly call her Shiori once more, and kiss her lips. I run my fingers along her limp arm and intertwine our fingers. I kiss her fingertips and touch her lips again, and finally, Miyagi starts to stir. As her hand tries to escape mine, I grip it firmly. Pulling her closer by the waist, Miyagi's eyes slowly open. "Good morning." I greet the drowsy Miyagi. "...Sendai-san?" Her sleepy voice reaches my ears. I place my finger on her lips and urge her to say the word I want to hear. "Hazuki." "Huh? Hazuki?" "Yes. Say it one more time." Though I say it gently to the sleepy Miyagi, she wakes up and quickly returns to her usual self, unwilling to cooperate with my whims. "...Why are you facing me?" Her whispered complaints come out, and she peels off her hand linked with mine and the hand around her waist. "You've woken up already." Miyagi is truly stingy. The dream she lets me have is far too brief. I wish she could have stayed groggy a little longer. "Don't make me say strange things." Under the thin blanket, Miyagi kicks my leg. "Isn't calling someone's name strange a little rude?" "It's not. It's hot, so get away." When she pushes my shoulder hard, I catch her hand, which prompts her to pull it back and bite my fingers. It hurts. Though she has a degree of restraint, she bites me with enough force, making me pull back slightly from her. "Miyagi, you're so stingy. It's fine to stay close, isn’t it?" "I'm getting up." As Miyagi tries to rise from the bed, I tug on her T-shirt. "Why don't you laze around a little longer?" "What about breakfast?" "It's a pain to make. Let’s just do brunch." "No. I'm hungry; I’m making something." I tighten my grip on her T-shirt. It’s the opposite of yesterday. Today, it’s me holding Miyagi back in the morning after she kept me from leaving the night before. "Sendai-san, you'll stretch my T-shirt." "If you don’t want it stretched, stay in bed a little longer." "How long are you planning to sleep?" "Until noon." Though there’s nothing specifically planned, I just want to stay in the same bed a little longer. For now, I don't wish for much more, just to feel the warmth beside me. "...Sendai-san, make lunch for me." With a hint of annoyance, Miyagi lay back down on the bed. However, I couldn't see her face—only her back was visible. "Alright. I'll boil some water and make something for you." "You mean you're planning to just make instant noodles for lunch, right?" "It's simple." "Make something proper." "If you turn over and face me, I'll cook you something delicious." "What do you mean by 'something delicious'?" "Let's discuss it together." I pulled her arm gently, and Miyagi turned to face me.