397 Miyagi Shiori - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Miyagi Shiori Chapter 397 "...No." The curt response came after I requested to pick out all of her clothes, even for going to university, and I tightened my grip on Miyagi's hand. "I figured you'd say that." I expected Miyagi to say, "No." I find this side of Miyagi incredibly cute. Whether she was reluctantly trying skirts on or happily eating a croque-monsieur, she was equally cute, making me want to hold her close. “That’s not what we were talking about. I asked you to tell me what you like or dislike.” “I told you — I like it when you wear the clothes I pick out for you” “And what else?” As she said this, Miyagi tried to pull away the hand entwined with mine, so I leaned in, pressing my shoulder against hers. Hand in hand. Shoulder to shoulder. With each additional point of contact, my heart pounded louder. "Let's see... there might not be anything I can say right now." “You don’t need to force yourself. Just let me know when you find something.” “I will. But Miyagi, you have to tell me too.” “Tell you what?” "Why don't you want me to choose everything you wear?" "It’s not that I don't want you to... It’s just impossible for you to choose everything." Miyagi mumbled, lowering her gaze to the floor. “Why?” "If that happened, I wouldn't be able to wear anything without you around, Sendai-san." “Maybe a naked Miyagi would be good too.” “Are you stupid?” “If that’s the case, you'd just wait here for me, not wearing anything and not going anywhere, right?" “You’re such a pervert, Sendai-san. We’re not talking about that. Besides, if anyone should be in this room without wearing anything, it’s you. You like taking your clothes off, don’t you, Sendai-san?” “If it means I could be with Miyagi forever, I wouldn’t mind.” “Sendai-san, you always say weird things. Don’t talk about impossible things like that.” Her small voice pushed away my words. In moments like these, Miyagi is realistic and doesn’t dream. She only focuses on what can be achieved in this world. "...Miyagi, do you not want to be with me forever?" My desires spill out towards Miyagi, who clings to reality, "That's impossible." "If it weren’t impossible, would you want to stay with me?" I asked this with a tone neither strong nor weak, looking at Miyagi. Yet, her eyes didn’t meet mine, nor did she reply. I tugged on the hand I was holding, redirecting her gaze toward me. She remained silent. So, I spoke. “I will always be by your side, Miyagi.” I leaned my shoulder against hers, pressing close. “That’s a lie.” I heard a voice that I couldn’t distinguish as genuine or false, and I replied, “It’s not a lie.” I belong only to Miyagi. For me not to be by her side is impossible. Simultaneously, a part of me wants to claim Miyagi as mine alone, hoping she would say, “I will always be by your side, Sendai-san”. I used to be satisfied with just belonging solely to Miyagi, but now, it’s no longer enough. “...That's impossible.” Miyagi, who didn't believe me, mumbled, and I immediately denied it. “It’s not impossible.” “Even though you have university and a part-time job? Can you ignore all that and still always stay by my side?” Not too long ago, Miyagi asked me something similar. I couldn't give an immediate answer then, and I couldn't today either. Miyagi’s words aren’t wrong. But they aren’t entirely right either. I believe that living means coexisting with the impossible. Even if I declare that we'll be together all the time, clinging to each other for 24 hours a day is impossible. For a person to live a human life, they have to go to school or work, and even if we were at the same school or workplace, there would definitely be moments when we were apart. Therefore, it’s not possible to be “always” by Miyagi’s side. Everyone knows such a thing is impossible. So, people must acknowledge what can’t be done and overlap it with what can be done, finding a way to live. “Even if I can't be right next to you, I'll still always by your side, Miyagi.” Even if I can't be beside her physically, my heart can remain by her side. “That’s enough already. After graduation, our room-sharing agreement ends.” Miyagi spoke flatly, pushing my shoulder away. Our distance, once nonexistent, became the length of a platypus tissue holder, and a gap formed between us. When I said "by your side," I didn't mean literally being right next to her without leaving for twenty-four hours a day. I meant maximizing the time we could spend together and making that a reality. It also meant filling the time we couldn't be next to each other with our feelings instead. Miyagi should know that, yet she still keeps trying to stray off the main path. “Miyagi, you said I could celebrate your birthday forever, didn’t you? Was that a lie?” "It’s not a lie. Even if we don’t house-share, we can still celebrate birthdays together, like you said, Sendai-san." Miyagi tried to escape my words like a frightened stray cat. Though I’ve seen her back away countless times, I don't want to see it today. So, wanting every part of Miyagi to be mine, I spoke the words to claim her. “Even if we didn’t live together, we could still celebrate birthdays. But let's keep sharing a room—and celebrate them that way. Miyagi, always celebrate my birthday right by my side. Because I’ll always celebrate yours right by yours.” "Why? That isn’t the promise. The room-sharing is only until graduation, right?" “Yes, but we can make a new promise.” There are feelings hidden within Miyagi that she won't show me, and they are carefully tucked away. While I don’t intend to expose them, I want to grasp at least a piece, to know her more, to have her become only mine. But if I'm to touch even a little of that carefully kept secret, I must offer up something that I have similarly locked away deep inside me. “Miyagi, don’t run away and listen to what I'm about to say. Although I'll say it countless times after today, this is the first time I’m saying it to you.” “...No.” Miyagi leaves behind a faint refusal, distancing herself from me. The distance between us is now wide enough for three platypus tissue holders, and I grip her hand even tighter. “Let me go, Sendai-san.” Miyagi said without looking at me. I touched her ear, stroking her plumeria earring. "Listen," I whispered softly and inhaled. Then I exhaled. Breathed in again. Meeting Miyagi's gaze, I conveyed what needed to be said. “Sendai Hazuki loves Miyagi Shiori. I don't need anything else.” Miyagi stared at me, as if she had forgot how to breathe. She continued to watch, without changing her expression. “Miyagi. I’ve always wanted to tell you what I love, for a long time now. — What I’ve loved since long ago is you, Miyagi. That's why I want to always be by your side, and why I've decided to always celebrate your birthday right next to you. Even when we're apart, I still want to be close to you. I want us to always be together. That’s how much I love you, Miyagi. I want you to love me just as much—and I want us to keep living together, forever and always.” Releasing what has been locked inside my heart for so long, I touched Miyagi’s cheek. She remained motionless. Staring at me as if she forgot how to blink. If left unsaid, we could have continued our lukewarm, ambiguous relationship. I could've remained just “the person living in something important to Miyagi.” But that wasn't enough for me anymore. Even if the lukewarm waters of our relationship turned into ice cold waters, I yearned to make Miyagi mine alone. Do I regret it? I don't know. My heart’s pounding is deafening. My throat is parched and sore. The weight of silence bears heavily on my shoulders. I both want and don’t want her to say something. Miyagi blinked. Her lips parted, and a hoarse voice emerged. “That's—” Instinctively, I moved. My lips stole away Miyagi’s words. I swallowed the rest of what she was going to say and pulled away. “Don’t give me an answer now. If you do, you’ll absolutely say that's impossible and that you don’t love me. So for now, hold off on giving an answer.” I said all this in one breath and inhaled again. My throat still felt parched as if had been burnt, making it painfully dry. “...How long should I keep it on hold?” With an expressionless voice, Miyagi pulled her hand away from mine. “Until your university graduation ceremony. When the day comes, you’ll confess to me.” “Why am I the one who has to confess?” She asked in a voice neither low nor high, looking at me with discontent. “Because I’ve decided that on graduation day, I’ll make you say you love me.” “And if I don’t?” “I’ll tell you ‘I love you’ over and over from now on, so that won't happen. Even if you say you don’t want to hear it, I’ll keep saying it.” “There's no need for that.” Miyagi said bluntly and began to pull away. So, I closed the distance she created and then moved even closer. “Hey, Miyagi. Today, tomorrow, the day after— I will always love you.” I whispered softly in her ear and kissed her dissatisfied lips.