268 Things I Want Miyagi to Do - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Things I Want Miyagi to Do Chapter 268 Pen-chan hasn't come back. It's been days since then, and it still hasn't returned. Instead, there's an empty shell of a crocodile-themed tissue cover sitting on my bed. I give a kiss to its soft, drooping snout. Truly, I have no idea what Miyagi is thinking. A penguin plushie for Miyagi, in place of me; a black cat plushie for me, in place of Miyagi. I thought that if we couldn't sleep together, then we could at least sleep with each other's belongings, so I offered the penguin to her, but I never expected that she would just give me a tissue cover in return. "Well, it's been with Miyagi longer than Roro-chan has." And to be honest, it's been around longer than I have. I haven't been "Miyagi's" for very long, so technically, the crocodile tissue cover is my senior. Not to mention, even Roro-chan is my senior. Both the crocodile and the black cat belonged to Miyagi long before I did. *Sigh.* I let out a sigh and roll over on the bed, avoiding the sunlight streaming in through the window, in the absence of Pen-chan. Pressing my palm against the wall that separates Miyagi's room from mine, I sigh again. The bed without Pen-chan feels vast. A penguin plush is just a small thing compared to a human, yet a bed missing something or someone that’s always there feels strangely empty. The saggy, hollow crocodile tissue cover can't fill that void. Having only the outer cover won't do. I want the whole thing. Even if it was borrowed, I should have claimed it all. The same goes for people. I want all of Miyagi. — Her heart, her body. Having just the outer shell here, like the crocodile, isn't enough. Even though it was me who wanted to exchange fragments of each other, hoping at least for a piece, trying to sleep beside the limp tissue cover doesn't let me slumber peacefully, and I've started to long for Pen-chan back. Miyagi had specially gotten it for me; it’s so cuddly. It's not that the crocodile is to blame; it's just that my mind drifts to trivial thoughts, and now I feel the absence of Pen-chan sharply. The problem is, I can't just casually ask for it back. The last time I saw Pen-chan in Miyagi's room, it was carefully laid on the bed. Someone had thoughtfully tucked it in with a futon. I couldn't tell if Miyagi slept with it, but it had a pillow too, and it was being treated with such care that it made it hard to ask for its return. Moreover, this crocodile, which was exchanged to replace Miyagi, knows what I've done on this bed. What I did here, thinking about Miyagi. It’s something I once spoke of with Miyagi, although it's not something one would usually share with the person involved; it's better left unsaid. Unless Miyagi were to ask, it’s not something I'd casually bring up. Still, the crocodile knows. If Pen-chan could talk, I'd want it to recount to me everything it saw and heard when it returns from Miyagi's room, but if the crocodile could speak, I'd need to keep its mouth sealed. Tape it shut with duct tape so its gaping mouth could never open. Of course, I know full well that the tissue cover crocodile won’t suddenly start talking and report what I’ve done to Miyagi. Yet, considering what this crocodile “witnessed” at night makes it hard to simply return it. It's not like I can just ask for Pen-chan back, so I've been endlessly pondering what to do with the crocodile. I sigh again, lifting my hand from the wall, then adjust the shapeless body of the crocodile. Checking my phone, it's around time to prepare lunch. Opening the door and heading to the shared space, I find Miyagi simmering water in a pot. She gives me a glare. "Sendai-san, you're late." "It's not even noon yet, so I'm not late. Besides, if you thought I was late, you should have called me." "Come out without needing me to call." "Okay, okay." I respond to Miyagi, who seems perennially displeased, and look at the table where pasta and a pouch of meat sauce sit, revealing the day's menu. The fridge also holds maitake mushrooms and enoki, perfect for soy butter sautéed Japanese-style pasta. "Miyagi, should I make lunch?" "No. I'll do it, Sendai-san, you just prepare the plates." She says this in a sullen tone and turns her back to me. Though watching a simmering pot isn’t exactly necessary, she clearly prefers focusing on it over facing me. "Let me do it." "No." Hearing her curt reply, I suggest, "Just sit down until the water boils," prompting Miyagi to reluctantly settle into a chair. "Sendai-san, you should sit too." Nodding at her indifferent voice, I don’t sit. Instead, I approach Miyagi and gently smooth her black hair, letting my thumb graze over her plumeria earrings. Tugging on the strings of her hoodie, I lean in for a kiss on her cheek, only to be met with a gentle shove to my belly. Here it is again, I think. Since Mio left, Miyagi has resisted my attempts to initiate kisses. However, it’s not as though she doesn't want to kiss. On the contrary, she initiates kisses herself, tugging at my clothes demanding more. Yet, she'll push my hand away anytime I try to caress her sides or waist. If I don’t try to kiss her first, Miyagi won't either. Even today, she rejected my kiss, but then in a low voice calls, "Sendai-san," and kisses me. I can't fathom her thoughts, but as long as she lets me kiss her, I won’t complain. She allows me to part her lips and slip in my tongue and lets me tangle with hers. Now, Miyagi and I are intertwined. She holds and pulls at my clothes. Pulling back, I look at Miyagi. Her gaze avoids mine, but her grip on my clothing remains. Mio’s visit changed everything. If Miyagi’s attitude changed because of that, then— The word "jealousy" pops into my mind. Though Miyagi hasn’t said anything, it seems to fit her behavior perfectly, and I can't help but mention the name of our loud friend. "Mio said she wants to have pizza in Miyagi’s room next time." If mentioning this name can change Miyagi, I want to use it. "...When?" "Not sure?" "She's not coming over soon, right?" Miyagi furrows her brow. Whether this is jealousy or merely annoyance, I can't tell. "Probably not." "'Probably' isn't good enough. Promise me you'll make sure." "Alright. I'll get Mio to hold off from coming around for a while." "Promise that with the earrings." "Fine." I reach out to Miyagi, touch her earrings with my fingertips, and promise, “Leave Mio to me,” then lean forward. Naturally, I'm pushed to a stop by a forehead push before touching her earring. Instead, Miyagi kisses mine. "What about tomorrow?" Miyagi mumbles, standing up. "Are you looking forward to White Day?" Though no marks are made on the calendar, tomorrow is indeed White Day. Without me having to say anything, her asking about our plans brings me happiness. "You did mention that we'd do something for White Day. If there are no plans, I won't do anything." "I definitely have plans. Remember, I said on Valentine's Day that we'd bake cookies together, then I'd cook whatever you want to eat? Since it's a special occasion, we could go out before that if you like. What do you think?" "Are you planning to go out with that on your neck?" I touch my neck. Up until today, there are still three marks left by Miyagi. All of them are in visible spots. "I can wear a turtleneck, so it should be fine, right?" Though one is in a questionable spot regarding whether it can be hidden well, it shouldn't stand out unless I wear a ponytail. "Are we not going anywhere today?" Without answering about tomorrow's plans, the conversation shifts to today's plans. "Do you want to go somewhere, Miyagi?" "...After we eat, I'll go to your room, Sendai-san." Miyagi lays out the plans as if ignoring my question, but since it's what I want for the afternoon too, I have no complaints. "Sounds good. How about we watch a movie?" This time she replies with an "okay" to my question. Miyagi returns to the pot and opens the lid. When I hand her the pasta, she pours an amount that seems like too much for two people into the pot.