261 It's Not Going Well Because of Sendai-san - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

It's Not Going Well Because of Sendai-san Chapter 261 When I wake up, Earth will explode. That's what I was thinking, but Earth won't just explode like that. Well, it might someday, but it's certainly not today. To begin with, I never even slept, so assuming I wake up is meaningless. To even talk about waking up, one must first fall asleep. That's why. That's why. I want to sleep quickly. But I can't sleep. Today was the worst, so I just want to sleep and forget everything. Meeting Maika is enjoyable. But when Sendai-san joins in, the feelings shift away from pure joy. I didn't expect today to be particularly fun, but it turned out worse than I imagined. On days like this, it's best to sleep it off and forget. But an hour passes, then two, and still, I can't sleep. Despite being in bed, sleep is incredibly distant, and my eyes are wide awake. "...It's all Sendai-san's fault." Glaring at the small nightlight illuminating the room, I let out a deep sigh. Frustrating. So persistently frustrating. I shouldn't have said that. —That I was jealous. Sendai-san kept pestering me to say what I wanted, so unnecessary thoughts flooded my mind, leading me to say things I didn't need to. It ended up sounding as if I said it grudgingly, giving it a sense of deeper meaning. While there was no lie in admitting I was jealous, I didn't intend to add any weight beyond the words themselves. Jealousy is something anyone feels. It's not a big deal. It's troublesome if seen as exaggerated. A roommate feeling jealousy isn't odd, nor is it something to hide; that's why I said it. It wasn't anything special. Yet, because I voiced it at an odd moment, something trivial that anyone would feel got blown out of proportion. It's all, all because of Sendai-san. She was so persistent, I've ended up with a mind swirling to the point where I can't sleep. Taking a small breath, I slowly inhale. Lying in bed, I practice deep breathing, actively trying to expel unnecessary thoughts from my mind. The word "jealousy" carries only as much weight as being in a good or bad mood. It's only significant if you pay attention to it, but if you forget, it becomes another irrelevant occurrence of the past. On the bed lit by an orange glow, I grab onto the plush toy that Sendai-san insistently named "Roro" and lightly tap its head. "Go into Sendai-san's dream and erase her memory, will you?" Placing the black cat by the wall, I close my eyes, asking it. Forsaking the elusive lure of sleep, I resolutely keep my eyes shut, trying to lull myself into slumber by trapping darkness behind my eyelids. But the drowsiness doesn't come. Still, I refuse to open my eyes, waiting, waiting for time to pass. Minutes, perhaps hours, slip by, and when I check my phone, barely any time has passed. I close my eyes once more and check the phone again after a while. Repeating this cycle, morning arrives, sleep eluding me still. When I draw the curtains, a lackluster sky greets me. The blue sky is obscured by clouds. Sighing at the gray expanse, I roll onto my side. I aimlessly lie in bed, but there's nothing to do. Resigned, I get up timidly and open the door to peer into the shared space. No one is there. I head to the sink, brush my teeth, and wash my face. After changing clothes in my room, I return to the shared space again. Sendai-san isn't there. I have no idea when she'll wake up, but she is nowhere to be seen. As I debate whether to make her breakfast, I open the refrigerator. Suddenly, a slight clatter catches my attention, and I turn to see Sendai-san standing in front of her room. "...Morning." After greeting her, not loudly nor softly, I close the refrigerator. "Oh, um, morning." Her reply is hesitant and noncommittal. "Breakfast?" "Uh… I don't think so." "Why not? You always eat breakfast." "Yeah, but…" She stands there ambiguously smiling, not approaching me like normal. Typically, she'd come closer without me having to call her, but today, she stays distant. Apparently, Roro didn't complete the task I entrusted it with. "Are you feeling unwell?" Although her eyes look sleepy, her complexion doesn't appear bad. She’s dressed, not in her usual sweatpants for pajamas, but in a generously-sized pullover and skirt. Still, I ask out of caution, to which she replies, "I'm not unwell." Yet, she doesn't move from the doorway. So, I decide to move instead, stepping away from the refrigerator. "Miyagi, where are you going?" Sheets of gray rain clouds hint at a storm as I head toward the door. "For a walk." "A walk? Without a coat?" "Is that a problem?" "What about breakfast?" "You said you're not eating, right?" "I'm not eating, but you could." "I'm fine." Eating alone isn't appealing. I don't particularly desire a walk, but I don't feel like lingering around Sendai-san, who seems distant. "It's going to rain." "It’s alright if it does." I already know from the gray clouds I saw through the window earlier. "You'll catch a cold. Why don't you go for a walk when the weather is nicer?" "I'm not like you, I won't catch a cold." Still, I reckon wearing a coat might be a good idea. Even though March is approaching, it's not really warm yet. "...I'll take a coat, just in case." As I consider grabbing a coat for a walk I’m not excited about, my eyes meet with Sendai-san's. "Miyagi." Her small voice reaches me as she takes a step forward, then hesitates. Today, Sendai-san is moodier than a sky that won't show its blue. It's not fun when she's like this. I step closer, close enough to touch her if I extend my arm, and glance at her neck. There, the mark I left yesterday is visible. It really ticks me off. I wish she would have covered it today. Seeing it brings yesterday’s self back to memory. "Isn't it visible?" I touch the mark left yesterday, without specifying what I’m referring to. "It’s okay. It's just Miyagi here." "Aren’t you going out somewhere?" "Are you really going for a walk?" Her inquiry bounces back, and in response, I mildly kick her foot. I avert my gaze from the visible mark and open the door to my room, only to hear her voice again. "I’ll come with you, so I'll grab a coat too." "Even though it might rain?" I have no desire to accompany Sendai-san, who still seems distant. "I'll bring an umbrella." "Don't you want to hide your neck?" "If you want me to, I'll cover it." "What if I say don't hide it?" "I'll leave it as is." Sendai-san always tells lies. I'm sure she never really intended to accept my "don't hide it" suggestion. She'll likely change into a turtleneck while fetching her coat, and by the time she emerges from the room, the mark I left will surely be hidden. I wanted her to hide the mark today, but if she covers it after I say not to, that would irritate me too. Instead of heading to my room, I stand before Sendai-san. Tracing the mark with my fingertips, I bite into her neck. Firmly, deliberately, as if leaving a permanent mark. Her well-kept hair emits a sweet scent. Although it should be the same fragrance as mine, it feels distinctly different. I grab her clothes, pulling her closer. To overpower the intensified sweet aroma, I dig my teeth into her soft flesh with the intention of tearing. I bite hard enough that she would typically cry out in pain, yet Sendai-san remains silent. Instead, her fingers dig into my arm. I step on her foot, releasing my lips from her neck. "If it hurts, just say it hurts. What's with you today?" "It's nothing, really." "If it's nothing, then act normal." "...I am acting normal." "You're not. Something's off. Yesterday, you made it seem like I said something meaningful." Seeing her so out of character makes me doubt whether she took my unnecessary words too seriously and added a deeper meaning on her own. "Well, but—" "See, you're saying 'but' again today. I didn't say anything significant, so just act normal. It pisses me off when you act weird." "I'm sorry. What should I do?" "Don't go for a walk and make us breakfast. I don't feel like cooking today." "Alright." "Then let's eat together, and do whatever you want afterward." Like usual. Everything is fine as long as she spends the day normally. If she does, what happened yesterday can become something insignificant. From now on, whether I get jealous of Maika or even a tutoring student, I won’t bring it up with Sendai-san. "Whatever I want? Even if it means going out together?" "If you want to go out, go by yourself." "You're not going anywhere, Miyagi?" "No. And I won't watch movies with you either. I want to spend today alone in my room. Don't come in." I make things clear before she tries to push her luck. "What about lunch and dinner?" "We'll eat together." "Got it. —And a kiss?" "Not necessary." "You want me to act normal with you, right?" "...That's true." Indeed, kisses have ceased to be out of the ordinary. But when did they become so normal? I don't know. Before I realized it, they had become something we did regularly. "Miyagi." Sendai-san's fingertips touch my lips, interrupting my thoughts. Before I can shut my eyes, she closes the space with a kiss.