199 It's All Sendai-san's Fault - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

It's All Sendai-san's Fault Chapter 199 Getting undressed is not a difficult task. If there are buttons, you simply unbutton them, and if there's a zipper, you just pull it down. It's something anyone can do, and of course, so can I. Sendai-san doesn't run away from my touch. Even if she seems like she might, I reassure her it's fine, and she accepts whatever comes next. I turn off the light. There isn't a single challenging thing about it. In the darkness of the room, not even a nightlight illuminating us, I reach out for Sendai-san on the bed. My hands graze against something — a blouse or maybe a cut-and-sew top — and I fumble to take it off. She mirrors my actions, slowly removing my clothing. Before I can pin her down, I find myself gently pushed back onto the bed. Sendai-san's hand rests firmly on my shoulder. Her fingers, neither distinctly warm nor cold, undo my bra and touch my skin directly. I want to see her face, concealed by darkness. Even as I strain my eyes, I can't see it. I reach up, feeling as if Sendai-san's outline and body heat will blend into the darkness and disappear, and I can feel her body heat on my fingertips. As if to confirm her blurry appearance, I slide my hand over her and remove her bra. Touching her soft curves, I confirm the memories buried within. The smoothness of her skin is familiar and comforting. "Shiori." A slightly hushed voice whispers in my ear. When my fingers move, Sendai-san follows suit. She tenderly strokes my chest, collarbone, and side, softly repeating my name. — Why did it end up like this? Caught in the tender moment, my capacity for rational thought slips away. The tranquility of the embrace, like soaking in warm water, transforms into something beyond control, with an unrecognizable voice dissolving into the night. "Call me Hazuki." Words I've heard many times fill the air. "Hazuki." As I utter the name that had stayed unspoken, the darkness deepens. In the pitch-black room, I'm unsure of where her hands are touching. When I call out to the unseen Sendai-san, a voice near my ear murmurs, "Shiori." Over and over, the sound echoes. I'm uncertain if it's pleasurable, yet it is. There is nothing tangibly present, yet a buoyant pleasure remains. Sendai-san's voice, her touch, everything about her. It's all so good that I crave more. I loop my arms around her back, pulling her closer. Our bodies press together, and the soft sensation is endless, pierced only by a shrill noise. Annoying. So loud that I can't hear Sendai-san's voice. Focusing, I realize it's a smartphone alarm, rudely pulling the veil of darkness away. I close my eyes, rub them, and gradually open them again. Beside me is just a black cat plush, and nobody else is in the room. Of course, no one would be. The usual morning, where the smartphone rouses me. I toss the black cat into the air. "…Annoying." Catching the plush as it falls, I let out a deep sigh. It's because of the strange things Sendai-san says that I end up like this. Dreams that seem vivid yet lack clarity in details. Even before, when she told me she was going to work in a café, I had a similar dream. More than a week has passed since then. "Annoying." I repeat the word that had just left my mouth. I could forgive it if it only happened once, but I never expected to have such a dream a second time. Why, just why. Why does merely hearing her words lead me to such dreams? — Since then, did you do it yourself? I was the one who asked, curious to know, but I didn't expect an answer. Having assumed she wouldn't reply, Sendai-san shouldn't have answered. And yet, her answer brought back the memories that had faded into my daily life, clear and vivid, encroaching into my dreams. Sendai-san's hand that touched me. My hand that touched her body. The voice that spoke and the voice I heard. The dream pulled all the stored memories into the light, peeling away at my fragile, cracking self. Stripping away the layers covering me, Sendai-san slips in, filling the gaps. Not only filling them, but she starts to claim space that was once mine, covering all of me with her presence. I place the black cat next to my pillow and sit up. "Isn't Sendai-san an idiot?" Even though I know it's self-inflicted, I can't help but complain. If I stay quiet, I fear losing who I am. Sighing once, I get out of bed. I leave the room, washing my face and brushing my teeth before returning. After getting dressed, I place the black cat back on the bookshelf and head to the shared space, where I find Sendai-san preparing breakfast. I greet her with a "Good morning." "Morning." A cheerful voice responds, and I watch Sendai-san intently. Her voice and figure, unchanged from the dream. If I reach out, I can touch her. Just like in the dream, Sendai-san won't evade my touch. Even if she tries to escape, as long as I reassure her it's fine to do the same— No. The Sendai-san here and now is just a roommate. Despite leaving an indelible mark, our relationship as roommates hasn't changed. We're maintaining the status quo and will continue to do so. Yet, I yearn to make a mark that will soon vanish. I exhale softly. The confusion storming inside my head is all Sendai-san's fault. The chaos and absurdity too are her doing. "What is it?" She asks, and I move to her side. "What do you mean?" I reply, retrieving two glasses from the cupboard. "You were staring, so I thought there might be something." "There's nothing." I answer curtly, placing the glasses on the table. "Hey, I'm working today, so I'll be back late." On Saturdays and some weekdays. Due to the increased shifts at her part-time job, Sendai-san seems to spend more time working than at home. Though it's only for the month leading up to the school festival, the existence of a Sendai-san I don't know doesn't sit well with me. Even though the job ends at a set time and she returns home, I still secretly wish she would just quit. "…I know. You told me yesterday too." Annoyed, I respond coldly to Sendai-san's repeated remarks. "I mentioned it yesterday, but I thought I'd remind you today too. I don't want you saying there's a penalty game." "If you're too late, there’s a penalty game." "That's new. Can't I just contact you?" "No. It's against the rules if you're excessively late, even if you contact me." I don't particularly want to add more rules or force penalty games on her. But I do want to bind her in some way. "I don't suppose I can veto that rule." "Sendai-san doesn't have veto rights." "I know." Sendai-san accepts the new rule as if it were the most natural thing, and I pour orange juice from the refrigerator into the glasses.