335 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Miyagi's Time Chapter 335 Was it getting hot? Or was it too cramped? Miyagi escaped from my arms. Miyagi was in my bed, in my arms, for five minutes. Though she set this rule and never retracted it, the agreement we arrived at was "until Miyagi falls asleep," which fortunately prolonged her time in my embrace. Hence, Miyagi has the right to turn over and move away from me. She also has the right to sleep curled up with her back facing me. But having Miyagi out of my arms is far from enjoyable, and seeing her back turned towards me isn't exactly pleasant either. "Miyagi." I call softly. I wait until my eyes are accustomed to the darkness. Until I can discern Miyagi's silhouette in this ink-colored world. I call her name once more, "Miyagi," and nudge her rounded back. There's no response. This time, I try calling her "Shiori." Normally, she'd grumble crankily at me, but I hear nothing from Miyagi, nor does she stir. “Wake up.” I grip her shoulder gently. I feel guilty. I know she's exhausted from her new, unfamiliar part-time job. It's neither the right thing to say nor do, but I want her to turn toward me, so I call her name once more, "Miyagi." It's okay if she doesn't want to be embraced. Even if she's asleep, I want her to face this way. "Miyagi, please." Her back stretches with a faint voice, leaving the curled position like a cat, yet she doesn't face me. "Look this way." With my hand pressed against her back, I voice my request. "This way?" "Yes. Turn towards me." When I tug on Miyagi's sweatshirt, a little voice murmurs, "nngh." Her body soon starts to move, and I release her sweatshirt. "This way?" Her drowsy voice confirms her orientation as she faces me, then she pulls the blanket and curls up again. I've never owned a cat, but I imagine that if I had one, it might behave like this. As I watch Miyagi in the dimly lit room, I half-expect to see cat ears and a tail sprout from her. I reach for Miyagi's hair, as if searching for nonexistent cat ears. I gently tousle her hair and comb through it. There are no cat ears. I'm tempted to check her backside for a tail, but I refrain before my reason slips too far. "Miyagi." I comb through her hair and plant a kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight," I say, and receive a drowsy "good night" in return. I make her grip the hem of my sweatshirt so she won't drift away. She doesn't resist, her hand obediently clutching the fabric. Leaning forward, I kiss her on the tip of her nose. Miyagi generally wears a displeased expression, yet now, she sleeps peacefully. Seeing her calmly sleeping beside me makes me feel a bit trusted and content. Yet, I think that too much contact might disturb her sleep. Though I think this, I can't make myself stop reaching out to Miyagi. I wish for her to sleep deeply, but I find myself repeatedly stroking her as if to affirm her presence. Even though it's only been a week since she started her part-time job, I'm baffled by how much it's affected me. The weeks ahead seem terribly long and daunting. Still, seeing Miyagi by my side like this makes me think that maybe the part-time job isn't so bad after all. "Miyagi." There's no reply, but her hand grips my sweatshirt. Even though I want to keep watching her, I place my hand over hers and close my eyes. I'm not at all sleepy. Sleep is a distant specter, on the far-off horizon. But when I close my eyes and remain still, sleepiness quietly creeps in. After a long spell, I drift off, only to wake up shortly after. I verify that Miyagi is still beside me, give her a soft kiss, and close my eyes again. Repeating this several times, when I eventually open my eyes to a brightened room, I find Miyagi is also awake. "Good morning." Miyagi's voice reaches me, so I greet her back with a "Good morning." As I lean forward to kiss her, she covers my mouth with her hand. "Don't do unnecessary things." A disgruntled voice comes from her. Even though I’ve already kissed her countless times before morning. That's what I want to say, but saying it would probably anger Miyagi, so I keep it to myself. Sunday has only just begun. Even though I've grown used to Miyagi’s constant complaints, I wish these peaceful moments could last just a little longer. Peeling away the hand covering my mouth, I gently inquire, "What have you been up to?" "...Nothing." "Were you watching me?" "If you already know, why ask?" A disgruntled voice, accompanied by an abrupt pull on the blanket. “So you really were watching.” When I woke up, our eyes met. I thought it was a coincidence, but now I know otherwise. I pull away the blanket covering her and inch closer to Miyagi. “Why were you watching me?” “Because Sendai-san looked like she was dead, so I was checking if you were still alive.” “What’s that about? You could have just woken me up.” “You woke up on your own, didn’t you?” Although what she says is true, I still wish she'd have woken me up before I stirred awake. If Miyagi is awake, I'd like to be awake with her. I want to enjoy every second, every moment together. Watching Miyagi sleep beside me like a cat is nice, but I also wish to see her furrowed brow, her grumpy voice, and the way she glares at me. But if I voice any of these thoughts, Miyagi will never wake me up again, so I keep silent. “Did you sleep well, Miyagi?” I ask the unnecessary question on purpose, and Miyagi frowns. “Thanks to Sendai-san, I couldn’t sleep well. I had the weirdest dream.” She looks at me, obviously annoyed. “Is that really my fault?” “Well, Sendai-san appeared in my dream.” “What kind of dream was it?” “... It was a dream where Sendai-san called my name while throwing a penguin plushie at me, and the penguin turned into a giant and started snuggling with me.” Well, it's probably my fault. It's not exactly incorrect to blame me. I suspect that my actions while Miyagi was asleep somehow influenced her dreams. Calling her name resulted in her dreaming of me calling her in the dream. When I nudged her, she probably translated that into being hit by a plushie penguin in her dream. Me touching or kissing her manifested as the penguin in her dream growing fond of her. It has to be something like that. “Sorry.” I confess to the crime of disturbing her slumber and apologize. “Why are you apologizing? It was just a dream.” “Still, sorry.” “You don’t have to apologize.” “But... sorry.” “You’re persistent, Sendai-san. More than that, I’m hungry.” Miyagi grabs my arm as she sits up. It’s unmistakably a signal for me to get up, which is far from appealing. “Why don’t we just laze around a bit longer?” “No way.” In a somewhat irritable voice, Miyagi mumbles, giving my arm a small smack. Although I'm not entirely pleased myself, Miyagi's growling stomach takes precedence. “Is it alright if we have bread for breakfast?” I ask as I sit up, and she responds with a simple, “Sure.” As she announces, “I’m going to change,” and starts to get off the bed, I tug at her sweatshirt. “Miyagi, wait.” “What?” “There’s something I want to do today, is that okay?” “You said we’d just chat at home today, right?” Her voice drops into a lower tone than before. “I know I said that, but wouldn’t it be nice to do something small?” “...I’ll decide after I hear what that ‘something’ is.” “I’ll make breakfast, but let’s cook dinner together, okay?” I haven’t decided on the menu yet. However, it is clear that whatever Miyagi wants to eat, that’s what we’ll make. “...If it’s just that much, then fine.” Reluctantly, hesitantly. Miyagi responds in such a voice and climbs out of bed.