202 Desires for Miyagi - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Desires for Miyagi Chapter 202 Miyagi dreamed about me. I don’t know what kind of dream it was, but I never expected Miyagi to have a dream that included me. I dive onto my bed and curl up into a ball. Miyagi isn't the type to openly share if she dreams about someone, so when she told me about it, a warmth spreads deep in my chest. Suddenly, the fatigue from my part-time job vanishes as if I didn’t need a bath at all. "Call me Hazuki, huh." I mutter the words I’d heard from Miyagi. I can't ignore it. It's impossible to not be curious. I want to hear more about her dream. However, even if I ask, she probably won’t share any more details than that. Even if she does, it might not be the truth. At the very least, I want to know if she called me "Hazuki." But since she claimed she forgot, even if she remembered, she probably doesn’t plan to tell me. Well, she doesn't really call me Hazuki, does she? I wish she'd call me that in the dream, but I can't imagine Miyagi calling my name, even there. I feel disappointed both by the idea that Miyagi wouldn’t call me "Hazuki" in a dream and by the thought that if she did, it'd still be disheartening. If she’s going to say my name, I'd prefer it be the real me that she refers to as Hazuki. Placing a hand on the wall that separates Miyagi’s room from mine, I think. Since she’s next door, she should come by my room more. It’s fine if I go to her room, too. Instead of speaking with the dream version of me, I want her to talk to the real me, in reality. I was glad when she seemed to be waiting for me in the shared space today. I wish she’d greeted me more cheerfully, but I understand why she couldn’t. The lip balm I gave her for her birthday. It was a bad idea to retrieve it. More so, the fact that it had rolled away was in itself unfortunate. Yet, I’m also glad it did, or I might have assumed Miyagi being in the shared space was just a chance encounter, as usual. Though the lip balm had rolled over, her lips were bare, seemingly with no intention of applying it. She was unusually flustered, out of sorts even. Her being there without reason seemed unlikely, so I asked if she had been waiting for me. Miyagi denied it. Still, part of me insists she was indeed waiting. No matter how many times I ask, she might forever deny it, but my mind continues piecing together facts to conclude she was indeed waiting. Even though I’m using the facts right in front of me to reach conclusions about Miyagi today, my mind twists them to fit my wishes. The way she tugged at my clothes has even more scandalous thoughts trying to mix in with these facts. With a sigh, I let out a deep breath. That seemed like she was hinting for a kiss. But I'm glad I didn't. If I had, rather than waiting for Miyagi within the boundary of a roommate, I would no longer be able to keep the me that wanted to pull, draw and capture Miyagi from within that boundary trapped in my heart. I know I still can’t. I understand that I need to wait for Miyagi. No good can come from forcing it. I tap the wall gently, exhaling. Releasing my hand, I close my eyes, recalling the image of Miyagi from earlier. Moments like that are rare. I wish she'd ask for a kiss like that again. Miyagi, pulling at my clothes, looks adorable, and she seems cute even when she's frowning. I want to see it today, tomorrow, and as many times as I can. Though she didn’t say she’d come, if she visited my part-time workplace, I’d be thrilled and want her to. During high school, I couldn’t visit Miyagi’s class during the school festival, so I'd like to attend her college festival too. My mind becomes fuzzy. The drowsiness draws in the dreams I want to see. Lying on the bed, without intending to sleep, time blurs, and various images of Miyagi appear and disappear. As I dream, half-aware it’s a dream, I focus on the ideal version of Miyagi until a knock at the door rouses me. Getting up, I step off the bed. I walk slowly and open the door to find Miyagi standing there, her hair still wet. "I just got out of the bath." Her voice is soft as she looks at me. Ordinarily, once Miyagi delivered her message, she’d briskly return to her room, but today she doesn’t move. Seeing her standing still in front of me, I step closer. "You smell nice." "I took a bath." "Shall I dry your hair for you?" Taking a damp lock in hand, I gaze at Miyagi, who responds in an irritable tone. "No, I'll dry it myself." She swats away my hand touching her hair. "Hey, Miyagi." "What?" "I like this scent, but you should use my shampoo." "Why should I use Sendai-san’s shampoo?" Piercings or lip balm aren’t enough. I want Miyagi to be filled with things that remind her of me. It would be nice if, by wearing the same scent, she might suddenly think of me. I think it intensely, but if I said this aloud, Miyagi would certainly refuse. “We live together, so using separate shampoos is a waste, isn’t it? Let’s just share one." I offer a reason Miyagi might find acceptable. "…My shampoo's almost out, so I’ll use yours once that happens." Though I thought of providing more reasons, it seems unnecessary. Surprisingly, Miyagi easily accepts my suggestion. She’s behaving unusually today. Even though the conversation should be over, she doesn’t return to her room. If it's still the dream’s influence, I hope she dreams of me again tonight. “Miyagi.” I softly call her name and take her hand. Drawing her closer, I place a kiss on the back of her hand. I want this kind of life where Miyagi comes to me after her bath. If that’s what I wish, I should probably stop at just another kiss on the hand. But, there’s groundwork for a relationship beyond roommates between us. Because we’ve been there before, as long as Miyagi permits, we can move forward. Remaining just roommates is fine. I want to voice those words but swallow them down. Kissing her fingertips and brushing the tip with my tongue. If there’s a division between angel and devil, I surely belong to the devil. If I kiss her now and pull her toward me, soon Miyagi would be in my room. Looking up, I meet Miyagi’s gaze, irritation reflecting in her eyes. When I release her hand, she grabs onto my clothes. If I didn't kiss her, I’d see this side of Miyagi more often. Continuing this, she might ask for a kiss and maybe more. "I’m going to take a bath." I whisper, planting a kiss on her cheek. I don’t think I’m a very good person today. Following my silly desires, I gradually release the hand grasping my clothes. "Goodnight." I say, unsure if Miyagi will sleep soon, and her grumpy "Goodnight" returns.