252 Miyagi's Words Are Difficult - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Miyagi's Words Are Difficult Chapter 252 I wanted Miyagi to take an interest in me. That's why, her words, "I'm interested," should have made me happy, but I couldn't shake off the murky feeling inside. I knew why. Things I like and things I dislike. These two things Miyagi made me come up with were making me feel gloomy. Even though exams were over and spring break was starting tomorrow, I couldn't get them out of my head and kept thinking about "things I like" and "things I dislike." But I still hadn't found an answer. I couldn't come up with anything likeable or unpleasant that I felt I needed to tell Miyagi. My feet naturally grew heavier as I walked towards home. I let out a small sigh and looked around. Around this time on the way home from university, I should see it. I stopped and searched for the calico cat, and soon heard a high-pitched meow. "Come here, Mike-chan." At the call of the name I had given it, the calico cat trotted over and flopped down in front of me. On the dim sidewalk, I squatted down and pet the friendly cat. What I like is petting Mike-chan. It would be nice if that were enough for Miyagi, but I knew it wouldn't resonate with her. Even though its so cute. Unlike Miyagi, with Mike-chan's good-natured and accommodating personality, it doesn't run away or bite no matter how much I pet it. Even on a cold winter day like today, it appears in front of me. I sighed once more, petting Mike-chan's back. If we're considering "things" rather than "activities," there's one thing I like more than petting Mike-chan. She likes the black cat chopstick rest and gave me a black cat pencil case as a Christmas gift. She smiles at penguins at the aquarium, wants to see the shoebill at the zoo, is unfriendly to me, and says difficult questions that I can't answer. That's the Miyagi I like. Miyagi said, "Tell me what you really like," so it shouldn't be limited to just activities. And I think it's fine if "things" become "people" as long as they fit into the category of what I like. But surely, even if I told her, she wouldn't believe it, nor would it satisfy her. Everything about me is tied to Miyagi, and yet I have to find another answer to satisfy her. It's too difficult. Since Miyagi took the trouble to be interested in me, I want to create the things I like and things I dislike as she suggested, but since I've been forbidden to say "The same as Miyagi," even if I bring up something connected to her, it would be useless. So what should I do? I pet Mike-chan's purring throat and stood up. "See you later, Mike-chan." When I waved my hand lightly, the friendly Mike-chan mewed softly and wrapped around my legs. So cute. Miyagi is having dinner with Utsunomiya and won't be back soon, so there's no rush to return home. I'm torn between staying and petting Mike-chan longer, but worried I'd catch a cold if I linger, I decide against it. I pet Mike-chan's head once more before heading down the road to my house. I climbed the steps to the third floor. Entering an empty house, I spread open a magazine in my room but couldn't concentrate. Despite it still being early, I opted for a quick meal and made a chicken soboro bowl with egg and minced chicken. After eating, I went back to my room, sat on my bed, and gazed at the cat chopstick rest on the table. Because Miyagi thinks I like cats, she gets me cat-related things. Even though there's something I like more than cats, she never notices. There have been countless opportunities for her to realize. But, she doesn't try to notice, and I haven't conveyed it. I've withheld saying that I like her. I probably won't say it from now on either. I don't want to say it. Yet, at times, I feel an overwhelming urge to express it. If there ever were a perfect moment. I've thought that, but if I keep waiting for the right moment, I know it will never come. I'm set on maintaining our current relationship and tend to overlook those perfect opportunities. Letting out a long sigh, I lay back on the bed. There's no way I can say I like her. Once spoken, words can't be taken back. They're unseen entities that linger with the one who hears them. They can't be erased with an eraser, nor can they be painted over with colors. Saying I like her would remain with Miyagi, and we wouldn't be able to return to the way things were. And. My words wouldn't reach Miyagi as she is now. For her, my words are lighter than a shoebill's feather, not worthy of being believed. Even so, I know they have the power to sway Miyagi, who clings to me as her roommate, which is why I can't voice them. Things I like and things I dislike. Just as there are things I like, there are things I dislike. Being disliked by Miyagi, whom I love, is something unpleasant to me, but I can't say that, nor is it the answer Miyagi seeks. She didn't believe me when I said I didn't want to be asked to stay away, so she probably won't believe this answer either. Miyagi's words are a curse. They torment me into creating something uncreatable. —If this was going to happen, perhaps I should have just done it alone, without saying that I wanted to do it together. I hugged Pen-chan, which was lying beside my pillow. It's not something to show to others, but it would have been better let Miyagi see me doing it, than to be burdened with the impossible task of inventing likeable and unlikeable things, endlessly tormenting my mind. I tossed Pen-chan onto the floor and tightly closed my eyes. Miyagi hasn't come home yet. There's no lie in saying I don't mind following orders. Gently, I let my fingers caress my neck. I traced my collarbone and touched my body over my clothes. The image of Miyagi's face when she told me to do it alone came to mind. At the same time, I recall her hoarse voice I heard in this bed, and the warmth of her body. I lifted my shirt, letting my hand glide from my side to where it was beneath my ribs as if I was touching Miyagi, and exhaled. I know. Repeating these acts won't satisfy me. The desire to touch Miyagi, to be touched by her, only grows stronger. I opened my eyes and withdrew my hand from under my clothes before my desires could escalate. "Miyagi, you idiot!" I expelled my impotent frustration along with the complaint, and glanced at the platypus on the floor, Miyagi's favorite animal, which she frequently squeezed. As if on cue, just as my eyes met the tissue cover, my phone chimed briefly, prompting me to sit up. I got off the bed and retrieved my phone from my bag, unused since earlier, noting that it wasn't Miyagi but Mio who had messaged me. "If you're free tomorrow, would you like to join me?" Reading the unexpected words which she hadn't mentioned at university today, I replied with my usual line, sitting with the bed as my backrest. "Sorry, I'm busy," I responded. "At least hear me out?" she pleaded. "Not stating your purpose upfront basically means it's something I'd want to refuse, right?" I countered. "As expected of you, Hazuki. I was actually inviting you to a dinner party. Is it really impossible for you to make it?" Mio implored. I simply replied, "Impossible," and then my phone rang. "So, can I visit your place during spring break?" Mio asked immediately, with words unrelated to the previous message. "Hey, Mio, what about the earlier topic?" I questioned. "I gave up on that idea. But... are you considering coming to the mixer?" "I'm not going," I insisted. "Then let's agree I'll visit at your place. You mentioned before that your room was messy, but it's spring break, so you can clean it up as much as you want," Mio suggested. "Even if my room is tidy, I'm still busy," I stated. "But you can free up at least one day, right? Let's hang out. Or better yet, come with me to the mixer," she coaxed. I didn't want either option. I wanted to say this, but I couldn't claim being busy for the entire, fairly long spring break. It would be unreasonable to fabricate such commitments. "We can hang out, but can we meet outside?" I offered. If I had to choose between the two, I'd prefer spending time with Mio rather than having her over. Miyagi wouldn't like that, and I didn't want Miyagi and Mio to meet. "Then bring Shiori-chan along," Mio proposed. "Why?" "I want to see her," she said with evident enjoyment. "Miyagi seems busy, though," I replied. I highly doubted she was actually busy, but I decided to use it as an excuse. "Even if she's busy, everyone has at least one day off," Mio remarked. "Even so, Miyagi is shy and more of an indoor person." "An indoor person, you say? Then we should definitely meet at your place. Plus, I don't really mind if she's shy." "Even if you don't mind, Miyagi might," I pointed out. "No worries, no worries. If we meet enough times, she won't be shy anymore." This isn't working. Mio doesn't back down in situations like this. If there were a concrete reason, Mio wouldn't insist. But right now, I didn't have sufficient reason to dissuade her. Facing this, insisting on a weak excuse could cause friction, and having her speculate about the reasons I don't want Miyagi to meet her would be troublesome. "Alright, well, I'll check Miyagi's schedule, but don't get your hopes up," I warned. "Okay then, I'll be waiting with high hopes," Mio's cheerful voice resonated in my ear.