382 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Miyagi, Just for Me Chapter 382 Shiori. I could call out her name so many more times, but doing so makes it seem like the usual Miyagi might return, so I hold back. She was once like a stray cat, not getting close to anyone. But now, here she is, like a small kitten, quietly resting in my arms. And that is more than enough for me. If possible, I would love for her to call me Hazuki again, like she did many times before. But that mouth, which used to endlessly repeat my name, no longer seems inclined to call it. It only moves to regulate her uneven breaths. Every time we engage in this act, recurrent as it may be, my chest tightens just the same as when we first did it, my heart pounding noisily. Her smooth skin. Her heated body. Her seductive voice. Today, everything felt closer than ever before. I sensed Miyagi more vividly than ever, to the point my overfilled heart seemed like it might break. I feared the screws of my reason might come loose and never tighten again. I gently kiss Miyagi's forehead. Her body shifts within my embrace, snuggling even closer, erasing any nonexistent gap between us. "Hazuki." The name I thought would no longer be called is uttered softly. Miyagi draws closer, her lips finding mine. My body temperature rises a degree. I let out a slow breath, as a flame reignites my cooling form. My heated body, much like Miyagi's, threatens to melt the depths of my heart. "Shiori." I softly call her cherished name. Miyagi embraces me more tightly, permitting me to utter her name. Our bodies adhere closely, an astonishingly pleasant sensation. I nearly wish to relinquish the regained screws of my reason. "Shiori." Upon calling her name again, Miyagi moves slightly. Our tightly pressed bodies part a little, as her hand tenderly caresses my cheek in reassurance. Although the room is dark, it feels bright. Miyagi retains her form, clearly visible to my eyes. Her lack of illumination does not stop me from seeing her. Miyagi is adorable. More precious than on my birthday. Words fail to encompass my feelings. I wish to cherish her beyond any construct of this world. Miyagi, more adorable than anyone, rightfully deserves it. I reach toward her cheek but pause. "Sorry." "...What?" "My hand..." Without needing to look, I know my hand is slick, dampened by the warmth overflowing from Miyagi. I am unbothered by it, though she might be. "It's fine." Miyagi, seemingly aware of my thoughts, reassures in a mellow voice. Perhaps she is not yet fully back to being 'Miyagi.' "Are you sure?" "I'm going to take a bath anyway." As I tried to look at the hand that still held vestiges of her name, I hear a voice that still didn't seem to have fully regained its rationality, as she calls out "Hazuki." Miyagi’s hand touches the clover pendant around my neck, lightly biting my collarbone. The slight sensation shatters the restraint I painstakingly reassembled, sending scattered screws again rolling to the room's corners. I love you. The words I want to say, but can't nearly spill out from me. But this feeling should be confined continually. Even if fragments of my feelings escape and fall. "Shiori." As Miyagi nibbles at my neck, I stroke her waist. Today, Miyagi has resisted by only saying "No." Unlike my wishful thinking converting every 'No' into a 'Yes,' I lack confidence. Even if I had confidence, I would not act against Miyagi's wishes. And yet, when her arms encircled my back, they dispelled the 'No' she uttered, closing the gap between us. Even now, we remain at this close distance, feeling each other's warmth. Our feelings have not overlapped entirely, but surely, they are nearly there. I want to believe that. "Hazuki." Miyagi’s lips glide along my neck, attaching beneath my collarbone. Without hesitating, she draws strongly enough to leave a mark. "You're mine." Miyagi states with newfound clarity. Stay by my side. Her words echo like the reply to the question suspended from my lips earlier, causing my heart to leap. I belong to Miyagi, and nothing would change that fact. "...Shiori, one more time?" When I place my hand on her chest, she peels it away with a brisk motion. "No." "But there is still plenty of time." "We're not doing it, no matter how much time there is." "I want to see more of the cute Miyagi." "Absolutely not." The familiar Miyagi's voice returns. Even so, when I gently place my hand on her side, she pushes me away with a foot, and I pull her into a hug. "It's hot, Sendai-san." The name "Hazuki" vanishes from Miyagi. Her voice, now safeguarded by reason, nudges at my shoulders. "Are you done calling me Hazuki?" "Finished." "What about Shiori?" "That too, finished." Miyagi replies in a low voice. "Shiori." When I whisper near her ear, she kicks me again. "I said it’s hot, and calling me Shiori is finished." Miyagi becomes entirely 'Miyagi,' offering nothing to latch onto. Miyagi, as she usually is, is precious and indispensable to me, yet I yearn to indulge in her unguarded state a bit longer. "Then, I'll move a little, and switch back to calling you Miyagi. Can I turn on the light?" "No, get me the towel blanket." "What for?" "Just get it." Saying that, Miyagi presses against my shoulder. I take the towel blanket from where it shyly sits in the corner of the bed and hand it to her. With a roll and a tumble. In a blink, Miyagi wraps herself securely, turning away from me. "You're like a caterpillar." When I poke at the bundled towel, a dissatisfied voice reaches me. "It's because of you, Sendai-san." "I'm to blame?" "You say strange things and touch weird places." "You've let me touch you before." "That irritates me." The towel bundle turns toward me, pushing against my stomach through the fabric. “I wasn’t told I’d be stripped this much, nor that there'd be this much touching.” "But you undressed yourself, didn’t you?" "You told me to take it off, Sendai-san." "Still, it was your decision. And touching is okay, isn't it? That's what we're doing." "It's not okay. Too much touching." "I wanted to touch you more. Can I touch you now?" I gently caress near her face over the towel, clasping her arm softly. "No way. Absolutely not." Miyagi states unkindly, emerging from the towel to bite down on my hand. A slight pain. Yet, it feels pleasant. "Even if not now, I want to touch you again. I want to be with Miyagi, tomorrow and the day after." Drawing close to her ear and whispering softly, I plant a kiss on her cheek. Her response is a curt, “Pervert.” “Well, if being a pervert is okay, then let me in the towel blanket with you.” “I won’t, no way.” With that, Miyagi retreats beneath the towel blanket once more, hiding away. Watching her wrapped up like a caterpillar, I call her “stingy” and hold the tightly wrapped towel in a gentle embrace. “Miyagi. I mentioned this before, but if something ever happens when I’m not around, don’t wait in front of my room—go inside. You can come in uninvited.” The bundle of towel makes no responsive twitch at my words. It remains curled up and still. “There’s nothing in my room that you seeing would bother me. Please remember what I just said.” The towel bundle stirs slightly in my arms. Still, her face stays hidden. Shiori. In my mind, I call out the name I’ve repeated countless times today, and I press a kiss onto the cocoon of a towel bundle.