263 I Want to See Only Miyagi - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

I Want to See Only Miyagi Chapter 263 I didn't actually ask her to wear it. But even without asking, when I opened the door that had been knocked on, there was Miyagi, wearing the blue skirt I had picked out. "Sendai-san, about Mio—" The words she started saying stopped halfway through. Wondering why, I looked at Miyagi's face and saw a furrow in her brow. "What?" I hadn't intended to stare at her so intently, but her low voice came through as if she were displeased. "Oh, uh, it's nothing. So, did something happen with Mio?" The skirt suits you. You look cute. Let me do your makeup. Simple words like those just wouldn't come out. Ever since hearing Miyagi use the word "jealousy," I've been at a loss on how to interact with her. Though I want to be my usual self, my actions only end up being awkward and unnatural. Could it be that Miyagi thinks about me more than I expected, or that she might even be considering a relationship beyond roommates? Thoughts like those whirl around in my head, making what should be easy words difficult to say and making natural smiles a rarity. "When are you picking up Mio-san?" The word "Mio-san" that Miyagi said hit me right in the head. I know that if I don't act normally, it will only make Miyagi wary, but right now, I can't act normally, so it's not a good word for me to hear. I swallow down the sigh that threatens to escape. I can let it slide because she added the honorific. Despite feeling unsettled, the use of "san" softens it as I've tolerated before, so I should allow Miyagi to call her "Mio-san." I can't stay as my unusual self forever. "Mio's coming here on her own, so I'm not picking her up." "She's coming all the way here by herself?" "Yeah, there's no one but Mio coming today, so it'd be strange if she wasn't alone." I look at Miyagi. Today, she's wearing the blue skirt I chose for her. That alone is enough to satisfy me. "That's not what I mean. Wouldn't it be better to pick her up?" "It'll be fine." I've already sent Mio a map with directions to this house. She isn’t directionally challenged, and in case she gets lost, she’s the type to ask someone nearby for directions, so there’s no need for worry. "What if she doesn't come on time?" "It's not an area where she'd get lost, she'll be fine." "I'm not worried about her getting lost." "Then what are you worried about?" "Mio-san seems like the type to say she'll come at two but just turn up at one or three. Doesn't she always seem to have an hour of leeway?" The promised time with Mio is two o'clock. There's still more than an hour, so I'd like to say let's wait leisurely, but Miyagi's concerns aren’t entirely off the mark. "She is that type for sure, but I'll let her know it causes trouble if she's too early or too late. Meanwhile, come on in." I invited Miyagi into the room and picked up my phone. We've had an early lunch, so it wouldn’t be a problem if she arrived earlier than expected, and although Noto-senpai, who usually isn’t punctual, isn't coming today, since Miyagi seems concerned, I'll send Mio a text. "Want to sit?" I suggested to Miyagi, who was wandering around the room restlessly, and put my back against the bed and sit down. "Sendai-san. I don’t really have anything to talk about with Mio-san, so what should I do?" Miyagi softly said this and sat beside me. "Mio will just chat away on her own, so just listen to her." "Is it really okay to just listen?" "Well, it'd be a problem if you only listened, so at least respond when she asks questions." "Of course, I know that much." Miyagi pulled over the platypus tissue box and placed it between us. Then she patted its head softly. Instead of holding Miyagi's hand, I grasped the platypus's paw. "When's Mio-san staying until?" Miyagi asked with a hint of displeasure in her voice. "Who knows, what time indeed." "Is Mio-san experiencing any stomach ache or headache today?" "She looked fine this morning." "Is she ever not well?" "Not often." A small sigh escapes from beside me. I get it. Meeting Mio, who isn’t the type Miyagi typically deals with, must be stressful for her. She’d probably prefer to escape if she could, so it’s understandable to hope Mio would feel unwell and cancel. Well, I'm not too thrilled about it myself. I couldn't easily welcome Utsunomiya coming to this house, and I'd rather not have Mio over either. Even if she's a friend, I don’t want to see her here calling Miyagi “Shiori-chan” while Miyagi calls her “Mio-san.” I have countless complaints about her visiting, but if I voice them, I'm sure Mio would pounce on topics I'd rather avoid, so I have no choice but to let her come. "...Miyagi, just for today, could you call me Hazuki?" "No, I won't." Miyagi answers without looking at me. "Right. Then, what about me calling you Shiori?" It would be great if even if just one of these wishes could come true. I think so, but I know they won't. "You don't need to." I knew it. If she says she was jealous because of me, she should at least call me by name or let me call her by name. Still, Miyagi truly refuses to be what I hope. "I'll wait in my room until Mio-san arrives." Miyagi mutters as she starts to rise. I let go of the platypus's hand and grab Miyagi's arm. "Stay here and wait." I felt more swayed by Miyagi's feelings than I expected. It's cruel of her to say something that makes me think too much and then treat me casually. If she won't call my name or let me call hers, she should at least allow me to stay by her side. "Why?" "What do you mean 'why'? It doesn't matter where you wait, right?" "It's different." Miyagi pouts unusually when she says this. "Are you in a bad mood?" When I tighten my grip on her arm, Miyagi responds in a low voice. "I am. Let go of my hand." "Sorry." Unsure what I'm apologizing for, I softly apologize and let go of the arm I held. Yet, still wanting to touch her, I reach out a hand, only to have the platypus pressed into it. I accept the fluffy tissue cover and place it next to Pen-chan on the bed. I exhale quietly and look at Miyagi. Debating whether to reach out to her again. Uncertain on what to do, I call her, "Miyagi," and she tugs at my blouse. "…I'll mark you." Miyagi whispers, moving closer. "Alright, but not where Mio can see." "Undo the buttons." Even though I know she heard me, she doesn’t respond to my words. Knowing that repeating myself wouldn’t work on Miyagi, I simply ask, "How many?" "All of them." "Miyagi, you perv." "Quiet. Just do as you're told." "Okay, okay." I have no intention of resisting, and even if she asked me to remove my skirt, I would comply, answering as if there's no choice. Without hesitation, I undo the buttons from the top, one by one—three in total. Miyagi's hands smoothly reach forward, naturally pulling the blouse wide open. Her unabashed gaze pierces my chest above the camisole. Without speaking, she places her hand atop my chest where touching isn’t strictly necessary just to leave a mark. Moving slowly as if checking for any resistance, she traces the contours of my chest. It's not direct skin contact. Between her hand and my chest lay the camisole and bra. Even so, my heart thuds loudly. I find myself wishing Mio wouldn't come today. I picture her getting lost, her phone dying, finding no one to ask for directions, forever unable to reach our house. Without barriers between Miyagi and me, she could freely touch me. If that displeased her, perhaps I'd be bold enough to push her down myself. I grab Miyagi's hand that roams over my chest. She raises her face. Her hand remains steadfast. As Miyagi leans closer, she presses her lips just below my collarbone. Her body heat warms my skin, melding into my blood as she sucks firmly. I thread my fingers through her similarly scented hair. When her lips move away, they soon reattach, sucking again. Even if it's not seen, it's clear. On my skin is the unmistakable mark proclaiming that I belong to Miyagi. She grasps my side through the camisole. As she tightens her hold, I embrace her, prompting a voice to rise from within my arms. "What time is it now?" "What does it matter?" "It does." Miyagi pushes against me and asks again, "What time?" I release her from my embrace, pick my phone up from the table, and check the display. "One-seventeen." As I say these words, my phone rings with a message from Mio, saying she's nearby. "See, she's arriving at just any random time, as expected." "I'm sorry. Can we continue this after Mio leaves?" I ask while buttoning my blouse. "There won’t be any continuation." Miyagi responds in a more disgruntled tone than before.