300 The Unreasonable Requests of Miyagi - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

The Unreasonable Requests of Miyagi Chapter 300 Three steps from the shared space. Upon entering Miyagi's room, a soft, muttering voice reaches my ears. "Welcome back." Her voice reminds me of the important words I had forgotten, perhaps due to her not coming out from her room. "I'm home." I intend for my voice to be gentle, yet Miyagi's expression remains unchanged. Since opening the door for me, she has maintained a furrowed brow, a look of dissatisfaction fixed upon me as if glaring at me. However, Miyagi's sour mood doesn't bother me right now. What's more important is her presence by my side, and that's fulfilled. Yet, there's one significant issue. Today's bad mood is different from the usual. If asked how it's different, I'd struggle to describe it, but something is definitely "off." My chest feels uneasy. Today, I am blameless. ––Or I should be. I informed her I would be late and returned as quickly as possible. I followed the rules for living together as roommates. I approach Miyagi, who stands rather than sits in front of the bed. I sit on the floor by her side, but a low voice soon descends upon me. "Don't sit." "Does that mean I should stand?" "Figure it out yourself." Her thorny tone tells me standing won't improve her mood either. There's no point in gauging Miyagi's mood. Even the pudding and ice cream I bought likely won't cheer her up, and anything else would be equally futile. Even if I stand, her voice full of displeasure will still be hurled at me. That seems predetermined. Yet, not standing is not an option. "Is this okay?" I stand up from the floor and look at Miyagi. "You're in the way." Sure enough, she speaks in a voice that's not hiding her bad mood. I'm accustomed to Miyagi's unreasonableness, but I'm at a loss when criticized whether sitting or standing. I should have declined Mio's invitation. There's no rule against meeting friends, but the only plausible cause of her foul mood seems to be that. If only jealousy was the reason for her emotions, but I can't discern anything like that in Miyagi right now. "Where am I not in the way?" I ask sourly, but no answer comes. Probably, I'd be in the way no matter where I stand. Though ridiculous, my very existence might annoy her today, and the thought of that tightens my stomach. At this rate, she might tell me to leave. Avoiding her gaze, I look down at my feet. Suddenly, she softly calls, "Sendai-san." As I answer, Miyagi falls silent again. While pondering what to do, I glance at the bed and notice something unexpected. Unusual. The black cat plush usually on the bookshelf is now on the bed, staring at the wall. The atmosphere darker than Roro-chan's hue needs changing, so I pick up the plush. "Meow." Emulating a cheerful cat's cry in place of the black feline, Miyagi's frown deepens. "Roro-chan's in a different spot today?" Continuing, I press Roro-chan's nose against Miyagi's brow, which prompts her to push me away, annoyed. "…She wandered over, so put her back on the shelf." "Don't make Roro-chan sound like a ghost cat." Plushies don't wander on their own, meaning Miyagi moved Roro-chan from the shelf to the bed. She mentioned sleeping as a reason for not emerging from her room, which would imply she took a nap with Roro-chan. But, likely, she's lying about sleeping. "It's scary if ghost cats exist. Don't say weird things." "Ghost cats are still cute, aren't they?" I'd like to ask why Roro-chan was on the bed, but I know asking would only sour her mood further, so we stick to light topics. "Not cute." "If it was scary, you could call me. I'll keep you company." "Two people in the bed is cramped, no thanks." "You're stingy." "Being stingy is fine." Miyagi murmurs before sitting on the bed. "Can I sit too?" "You can, after you put that back on the shelf." Following Miyagi's indication towards Roro-chan, I return the black cat to its usual spot. I set myself beside her, but she points to the floor, and once again, I sit as instructed. When I try to meet Miyagi's eyes from the floor while she's on the bed, she kicks my leg. Helplessly embracing my knees, I tidy my skirt. "…How was Mio-san?" She inquires quietly. Though her voice doesn't sound irritated, it isn't particularly cheerful either. "She was excessive." "I see." I can't discern Miyagi's expression now. "What do you do at university, Sendai-san?" Asked a question with only one answer, I reply curtly, "Study," and Miyagi falls silent. Today's silence is heavy. Darker than ink. I haven't been bothered by the silences between Miyagi and me for a long time, but today, the darkness encroaches inwardly, compelling me to speak. "What are you doing at university, Miyagi?" Studying with Utsunomiya. When I pose a question whose answer is obvious, she retorts with a flat "studying," followed by, "Hey." "You're saving your part-time job money for after graduation, right?" Her voice, though murmured, is clear. "Yes, that's right." "…Not spending it?" "Do you want any, Miyagi?" "I don't need it." After her reply, silence descends as if the air itself is nearly audible. "Is there nothing you want, Miyagi?" I ask brightly, trying to pierce the film of silence enveloping the room. "No." "Want me to buy you a plushie?" "Don't bother." Miyagi says dismissively, filling the room with another silence. Today feels off. The atmosphere doesn't change. The more we talk, the heavier and darker it surrounds us. "Sendai-san." "What? Did you think of something you wanted?" Though I knew that wasn't what she was talking about, I ask, and she kicks at my knees, prompting me to look up at her. "…Lick my feet." Miyagi states clearly, though softly. Our eyes don't meet. She won't align them. "Why would you suddenly say something like that?" "I'll pay you five thousand yen. Just do it." "That's not a reason." "No reason needed. Just an order." Miyagi, avoiding eye contact, adds, "I'll go get the five thousand yen now," as she starts to stand. That's when I firmly call her name, "Miyagi." "You don't have to get it." "Why not?" "Because I won't lick your feet." I'm willing to follow orders. Licking her feet isn't much of a big deal. I'd do just about anything Miyagi asks. But I'm not going to lick Miyagi's feet just because she offers to pay five thousand yen for no reason. At this point, five thousand yen shouldn't matter between us. Offering it undermines the relationship we've built since becoming university students. "...Why?" "I just don't think that's something roommates do." "You've tried to do it yourself before, Sendai-san. Why are you saying this now?" Her voice shifts from flat to tinged with dissatisfaction, and the foot resting lightly on the floor gives me a gentle kick. "What's going on today? Did something happen?" Miyagi is acting strange. While her strangeness is not unusual, this time it's directed in an odd direction. Her mood is lost, drifting aimlessly. But I can't figure out why. "...Rules." Her nearly inaudible voice drops from the bed. I instinctively respond with a puzzled "Eh?" before she speaks more clearly, words I can comprehend. "Last year, we set some rules for living together, right? Do you remember them?" "Of course." Friends can visit, but they can't stay over. Give notice if coming home late. These are just some of our detailed rules, but those two are the absolute ones we can't break. Today, I've followed those rules, letting Miyagi know I’d be late and refusing Mio's request to stay over. "We don’t need those rules anymore." Miyagi's surprising words, unexpected from someone so committed to agreements, make a shocked "Eh?" slip from my lips. "We don't need those roommate rules anymore." With her declaration, Miyagi wraps her arms around her knees atop the bed.