283 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 283 As much as I don't mind having Sendai-san lick my feet, I'm not in the mood for it right now. I suspect she realizes this much as well. There's nothing I particularly want done to me. There's nothing I specifically want to do. I'm not in a bad mood, so I don't need a way to improve it. But if I absolutely must ask for something, there is one thing I'd like. "…Undo that." I point to Sendai-san's ponytail as she sits on the floor of the shared space. "My hair?" "Yes. Get rid of the ponytail." "Will that improve your mood?" "Even if it doesn't, just undo it." Upon my curt demand and a kick to her knee, she lets her hair down, without any hesitation. "Is this better?" "No. Make sure your ears aren't visible." Although Sendai-san is no longer sporting a ponytail, her hair is tucked behind her ears, displaying the blue stone earrings that mark her as mine. "…Why? Isn't it better if they're showing?" Sendai-san's voice carries a hint of dissatisfaction. "It's not better, so make them invisible." There is no one here but me. I'm the only one who can see her earrings, yet even if they were out of sight, she's still mine. So for now, I prefer those blue stones to be hidden, along with the emotions I don't want to see. "Hurry up." I give her knee another kick. "Ouch." Her voice lacks emotion as she says that. I respond, "Then follow my instructions if you don't want to be kicked," and she hides her ears. "And your mood?" "Normal." "That's normal?" "It's normal." "I see." Sendai-san lets out a small sigh. Then, resting her forehead on my lap, she mutters softly. "…I don't know what Miyagi is thinking." "I don't get what you're thinking either. Licking my feet to please me is weird, isn't it?" "Is it really that weird?" Her small voice reaches me, though I can't see her face. "There's no need to lick them without being ordered." "It feels like something that belongs to Miyagi, doesn't it?" Her voice contains no discernible emotion. It's fitting for someone as enigmatic as Sendai-san, yet it also makes me curious about the expression she's hiding. I want her to raise her face. I want her to say it while looking at me. But I'm afraid something bad might happen if I see Sendai-san's face right now, so I refrain. "Pervert." I say quietly, prodding the crown of her head. "Give me an order. I'll do whatever you say." Sendai-san makes no move to raise her face. I can feel the warmth from her through my knees, but that's all. "You don't have to say things like that." "Is that an order?" "It is. And put on a normal face and stand in front of me." "What kind of order is that?" "It doesn't matter what kind. Just listen to it." "…Okay, okay." Her voice returns to its usual tone, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Her forehead leaves my lap, but soon her fingertips lightly touch me, and her warmth flows back. "I said to stand up." "I know. I'll follow the order." While I don't really want her to follow my orders, giving her one is all I can do now. This kind of thing is closer to 'the usual us,' keeping me from having to invite her out or meet people I don't want to meet. "If you understand, then stand up quickly." I say briskly, and Sendai-san stands up begrudgingly. She asks, "What next?" but I don't plan on answering. I silently get up from the chair. I move close to Sendai-san's neck, pressing my lips to it, returning the warmth from my knees. Once, twice. I kiss her neck repeatedly. "Not going to leave a mark?" "No." I answer briefly, pressing my lips against her neck slowly. I don't want today to leave a mark on Sendai-san. So, I won't leave a trace. Instead, I kiss repeatedly, returning the warmth she gave me, taking it back once more. "Wouldn't it be better in bed than here?" Sendai-san, always saying unnecessary things, wraps her arms around my back, and I press against her shoulder. "It's not like that." I take a step back and step on her foot. "Then what is it?" "…It doesn't mean anything." "Then make it mean something, get in that kind of mood." "Impossible." "What makes it impossible?" She's always saying unnecessary things. There's no deep meaning behind what just happened, nor do I intend to make one. Naturally, there's no reason for my answer to be 'impossible.' If she asks about something that doesn't exist, it puts me in a difficult position. I need to silence her when she's like this. "You're noisy, Sendai-san." I push against her stomach, trying to prevent any more pointless questions. But, quickly finding an answer is difficult. Asking questions might suppress her questioning; however, she sometimes doesn't answer them directly. In that case, I could use the electric kettle to make tea and let both the time and her chatter wear themselves out. But despite my thoughts, my mouth moves on its own. "…What's important to you, Sendai-san?" It's probably not something to ask right now. I know, but today seems like the only chance to ask. "Important to me?" It's not entirely unexpected. I once heard something related when Maika joined us on an outing. Sendai-san, who often shares the same preferences as me, said she 'might like' something I don’t particularly like, so the memory stuck, and I'm aware it's correct. Studying. More accurately, it's teaching rather than studying itself, so it might be considered important rather than merely liked. Sendai-san enjoys teaching, and I've benefited from her lessons as well. "Yes. What's important to you, Sendai-san?" Sendai-san stares at me, then her gaze drops to the floor. No words come. Her gaze doesn’t return. She looks steadfastly at the floor, not at me. I don't necessarily think that important things and favorites are synonymous, but if the answer were 'tutoring students,' I wouldn’t want to hear it. Inside me, Sendai-san’s 'favorites' continue to smolder. Still, her voice doesn’t reach me. Reluctantly, I follow her gaze to the floor, where she quietly murmurs. "…This place, maybe." Her unexpected answer eases some tension, though I can't fully accept it. But it'll disappear after graduation, won’t it? The words almost escape my lips but stop. "What about you, Miyagi? What's important to you?" Sendai-san's question echoes back, shifting my focus from the familiar place where we spent considerable time cooking and cleaning together back to her. "―Hamburg steak." "Eh? Hamburg steak?" "Make it." "Now? And, what's your important thing?" "I just answered." "You answered with hamburg steak, but that’s a favorite, not something important." She kicks at my feet, sounding somewhat exasperated. "It’s pretty much the same thing." Both Sendai-san and I sometimes give vague answers when asked questions, so I guess we're both at fault here. "Well, hamburg steak it is, then. You really do love it, Miyagi." "I don't care about that. Just make it." "We don't have the ingredients." "Then go buy them." "You could've mentioned that earlier. We should have stopped by the store." It might be a bit too late to go shopping for ingredients and make hamburg steak. But I really want to eat it today. Absolutely.