337 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

**Chapter 337** In my line of sight, there is an empty glass and another glass half-filled with barley tea on the table. When I lower my gaze, I see Miyagi curled up like a cat on the floor, with Pen-chan as her pillow. And me, on the bed. How on earth did things end up like this? I ponder in my hazy mind. It's like looking through frosted glass, causing a furrow between my brows. I remember Miyagi wanting to watch a romantic movie, so we picked one together. I also recall getting drowsy halfway through and resting my head on Miyagi's shoulder. Then, Miyagi, in a somewhat displeased tone, told me, "Sendai-san, you're heavy. If you're going to sleep, do it on the bed." But after that, my memory is a blur. Even as I search my brain, I can't find anything. While I’m unsure of what happened, I am certain that I woke up on the bed. This means I must have done as Miyagi said and slept on the bed—or at least I think so. I have no idea why Miyagi is sleeping on the floor. After tapping just above my temples twice, I check the clock and see it's already 3:30, well past noon. "...Why did things turn out like this?" I probably slept well. I must have been out cold, to my surprise. Evidence of this is the clarity in my head upon waking. The details are sketchy, but I suspect Miyagi was considerate of my sleep-deprived state and let me rest. I get that and know I should be grateful. I know this, yet I can't shake the feeling that I've missed an opportunity on a Sunday spent with Miyagi. Even sleep-deprived, I wanted to watch the movie by her side and feel her presence. I wasn’t aiming to spend a Sunday where I was the only one sleeping on the bed. "Miyagi." I call out towards the floor. But she’s sleeping soundly and doesn’t budge. I get off the bed, pick up my smartphone from the table, and sit down beside Pen-chan. I snap a photo of the sleeping Miyagi before gently shaking her shoulder. "Miyagi, wake up." Without opening her eyes, Miyagi mumbles a groggy greeting, "Mornin’," though it can’t possibly be morning. It's only a polite gesture, and she doesn't actually wake up. I comb through her hair as she continues lying on the floor. After planting a kiss on her cheek and urging her to wake up again, her eyes finally open. "Good morning." I greet her softly. Miyagi murmurs "Too close," and nudges my forehead. "Sendai-san, what is it?" Her words now more discernible than before. "Why are you sleeping on the floor, Miyagi?" I’m not complaining about her sleeping, just about the location. The floor isn’t where Miyagi should sleep. It should be beside me. "…I don’t know." Still lying down, Miyagi answers. "Are you still sleepy?" "I'm not... awake now." Miyagi murmurs as she sits up, rubbing her cheek marked by Pen-chan’s imprint. "What were we talking about?" she asks. "Why were you asleep on the floor, Miyagi?" "Watching you doze off made me sleepy too." "You should have slept next to me. The floor's going to leave you sore." "It doesn’t hurt. Did you sleep well, Sendai-san?" "I did, but why was I sleeping on the bed?" No matter how much I regret it, I can’t turn back time, so I won’t fret about sleeping, but I do think it was a waste. Time with Miyagi is limited. I wished to spend it awake, seeing her, rather than asleep, not seeing her. "You were dozing off without watching the movie, so I put you to bed." Miyagi draws her knees up, looking at me. "You put me to bed? How?" Did Miyagi carry me? That’s unthinkable. There’s no way. I’m six centimeters taller than her, and even without the height difference, carrying a person barely conscious from sleep to a bed is nearly impossible. "I said I’d go back to my room if you didn’t get in bed." She sounds grumpy. "So that’s why I went to bed?" "You complained all the way to sleep." I have no recollection of it whatsoever. Thanks to that, I can’t tell if Miyagi’s words are true or not. "Don’t you remember?" Miyagi’s voice is chilly. "I don’t." "Not even leaning against me trying to sleep?" "I just rested a little, didn’t I?" "You were trying to sleep." "I doubt that." I remember resting my head on her shoulder. But I only got slightly sleepy, and being close to Miyagi was solely what I wanted. It wasn’t as if I intended to fall asleep. Probably, definitely, it has to be. "Sendai-san, you don’t even remember." With a disinterested tone, she presses Pen-chan against me. "That’s true." I accept the squishy stuffed animal, staring intently at Miyagi. She really can be stingy. If her story is accurate, she should’ve just let me sleep beside her on the floor without insisting on the bed. If that wasn’t possible, I would have preferred being shaken awake. "It was such a precious Sunday, and I wasted it," I mutter. Sure, it was my fault for not getting enough sleep. Miyagi simply considered my sleep-deprived state, so there’s no blame on her, and we had no plans to go out anywhere. Still, I wished to enjoy the Sunday awake rather than asleep. "Isn’t it fine? Once in a while," Miyagi replies quietly. Normally, I’d agree with her, but not today. Miyagi’s time and my time. The days that they overlap are limited. I didn’t intend to regret sleeping, but of course, I do anyway. "Miyagi, please grant me a request." I roll Pen-chan aside and take her hand. "No way." A cold refusal comes instantly, but she doesn’t pull her hand away. "I just want a mark." "Don't I leave a mark on workdays?" Indeed, she does leave one mark on me when she works. But those marks never feel permanent. "They fade too quickly. Make a lasting one." "It doesn’t matter what kind of mark it is." "…Do you always listen to Mio?" When I tighten my grip and say so, Miyagi winces at me. "What’s that supposed to mean?" "Mio told me that you help her immediately whenever she asks for something." "That’s work." "If you listen to Mio, couldn’t you listen to me too?" "Of course not. Yours are requests, not work." She says with a distant voice and lets go of my hand, only to grab my clothes and pull me closer. I yield to her pull, and her lips gently graze my neck, with teeth following soon after. It's soft and tender. She bites with a force unlike her usual self, and it's over quickly as she soon pulls her head back up. "Is that it?" No response comes when I ask. Instead, Miyagi’s hand touches my neck, as if checking the chain of a pendant, and continues lingering there. "Miyagi." Even when I call her name, her lips don't find their way to me. So, I press my lips against Miyagi's neck—again and again, gently kissing and pulling away. Since Miyagi says nothing, I run my tongue along her neck. It's slightly warm and firmer than lips. When I press more firmly, her warmth seeps in, and it feels comforting. I mimic her by grazing my teeth. Softly, gently. I bite. "Hey, Sendai-san." Usually bold, Miyagi hesitantly calls my name and lightly pushes my shoulder. She’s unusually well-behaved today. It’s not exciting. When I increase the pressure of my bite, though not quite as strongly as usual, her urging hand becomes firmer. "Sendai-san!" Her voice is tense with irritation, echoing in my ears, and she pushes me away. "I didn’t say you could lick or bite. You're such a pervert, Sendai-san." "Would you have preferred me licking your feet?" When I trace her foot with my fingers, she swats my hand away. "...Are you trying to annoy me into biting you?" "That wasn't my intention, but would you if I did?" "Why do you only say ridiculous things, Sendai-san?" With an exasperated expression, Miyagi places Pen-chan between us on the floor. Now, a penguin is my neighbor, distancing Miyagi a bit. I had no choice but to capture her hand and let my tongue glide over her fingers instead of her feet. "Stop doing things like that so easily." Her dispassionate words pull her fingers away from my tongue. Miyagi never follows my script. Even actions that would normally elicit a mark from her don’t prompt one today. She’s been different lately. But an unpredictable Miyagi is still "the usual Miyagi." "What am I allowed to do, then?" "Nothing, just stay still." With a voice that could drop the temperature of the room five degrees, Miyagi says something "the usual Miyagi" might say and uses a tissue from the platypus to wipe her fingers. Though discontented, I accept "Miyagi" whether she is herself or otherwise, so I have no complaints about her request to do nothing. "Well then, shall we eat? You haven’t had lunch yet, have you?" "I haven't eaten... What time is it now?" "It was 3:30 when I last checked." Miyagi reacts to my words by checking the clock herself. She speaks with a surprised expression. "In ten minutes, it’ll be four... Where did lunch hour go?" "It vanished while we were asleep." "Did you eat lunch, Sendai-san?" "Do you think I did?" "I doubt it." "Let’s just have an early dinner then." By the time everything is prepared, it’ll be around five. Both of us are hungry, and since we skipped lunch, it wouldn’t hurt to eat a bit earlier. "Evening hasn't even started yet." "But I'm hungry. What do you feel like eating, Miyagi?" "...Hamburg steak." "I thought you might say that, so I bought the ingredients. Let’s make them together." When I flash her a smile, Miyagi, surprisingly without complaint, simply says, "It's a promise," and heads toward the kitchen.