302 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 302 Miyagi’s fingertips graze my earring. She caresses the stone as if confirming its shape, tugging gently at my earlobe. The promised kiss I anticipated remains unfulfilled. Miyagi's birthstone. A stone signifying I belong to her. And my ear, the cherished base for these earrings. She continues to toy with it. It’s a bit ticklish, yet enjoyable. She won’t meet my gaze. Her eyes are fixated on my ear. "Aren't you going to kiss me?" When I question her, still focused on my ear, her fingers detach from the earring, and a voice neither pleased nor displeased responds. "I will, you don't need to tell me." Yet, those words are not immediately put into action. Again, she touches the earring, playing with my earlobe. It feels like a ritual of sorts. As if something bad might occur if she skips a step, she inspects the earring and strokes my ear. It doesn’t feel unpleasant. After all, the earrings are what Miyagi chose for me, and these ears have long been hers. Since they were a birthday gift to her, she can do as she pleases. A span of time that’s neither short nor long passes before Miyagi's lips press against my ear, promising the continuation of our "roommate rules". Even though we aren’t roommates and I’ve become "Miyagi’s only," the rules we set last year remain unchanged. It’s frightening to destroy everything we've built together in over a year. Having something that doesn't change allows me to cling to it. Living with someone like Miyagi, whose feelings toward me are both uncertain and undefined, makes having something definite all the more important. "Miyagi." I call her name softly. The promise sealing kiss on the earrings continues. I touch her shoulder, tracing my fingers along her arm. Her lips pull away only to reconnect again. It’s a series of pecking kisses like a small bird feeding, until suddenly, my earlobe is caught between something hard. "Miyagi, that hurts." Even tapping her lightly on the shoulder doesn’t alleviate the pain. Her teeth sink into my ear, radiating heat. It feels like I can almost hear a scraping sound as she bites harder, refusing to heed my plea, and I grip her shoulder. I'm used to this kind of pain, but being used to it to it doesn’t mean it hurts any less. "Hey, Miyagi!" Pain is still pain. I grip her shoulder tightly and call "Miyagi" once more, and my ear is released. But my relief is only for a moment, as now something hard presses against my neck, throbbing painfully. "Watch where you're biting." I’m more concerned with the spot she’s marked than the pain itself. She’s marking a place that’s difficult to conceal if she left visible marks. If Mio discovers a mark there, she’ll pester me endlessly. Yet, I can’t bring myself to forcefully stop Miyagi. I want people to see Miyagi’s mark. To know I belong to her. Even if it hurts. With a mark left by Miyagi, I can feel her presence even when we're apart. I wish this moment could last forever, but the word "university" flickers in my mind, and I grab her wrist. "Miyagi!" Even though she can hear me, her teeth keep pressing firmly into my neck. As the sensation fades, the pain becomes less discernible. Matching the force coming from my grasp, Miyagi finally moves away from me. "Save those noticeable marks for summer break." I can't see without a mirror, but there’s no way there isn’t a mark. "I bit you because it's not summer break." "What does that mean?" "So everyone will notice." And with that, Miyagi touches my neck. Her fingers caress a mark I cannot see, her palm resting gently against it. "It’s troublesome." "You're mine, so it's fine if there's a visible mark." Miyagi is truly selfish and willful. She doesn’t consider my feelings at all. Despite thinking that, her words carve deeply into me, sparking a sense of joy. Being Miyagi’s only makes me happy, prompting me to accept this flawed reasoning as truth. "Does that mean I can tell people you bit my neck?" "You don’t have to say that." Her palm slides along my neck, stroking my collarbones over my clothing. Her voice is cold, yet her touch feels warm. I yearn for more of it. "What should I say if someone asks about this?" "Figure it out yourself, Sendai-san." The hand that had been brushing against my collarbones moves to my hair, and Miyagi leans in toward my neck again. This time, against what must be where the mark is, her lips press firmly. This time there are no teeth, no pain. No marks will be left. Her lips kiss my neck repeatedly. She touches my shoulder, pushing me down. My back meets the bed, and while kissing my neck, Miyagi begins to suck on the skin strongly. "Are you leaving another mark?" No matter how many marks show I belong to Miyagi, it never feels like enough. But considering university, having multiple marks on my neck is problematic. "No." Miyagi lifts her face. "Then what is it?" I gaze up at Miyagi, who has pushed me down. Our eyes lock. She doesn’t avert her gaze but remains silent. Her hand touches my neck. Her fingers graze the mark, gently trailing along my neck. "...I want to... with Sendai-san." It's a murmur. A faint, almost missed whisper escapes Miyagi. "Eh?" I can’t help but ask, but there's no reply. The faint echo of her voice lingers in my mind. Want to... with Sendai-san. That’s what it sounded like. Probably not just a kiss. In this situation, saying something like that implies something more. ...Eh? I might’ve misheard. "Miyagi, just now—" "I won’t say it again." Interrupting my words, Miyagi rises from the bed. "You'll do it even if you don’t say it, right?" "I won’t." "Why? You just said you wanted to." "You didn’t agree, Sendai-san. You just said "Eh." " "Hey, that’s unfair." "It’s not." With that firm declaration, Miyagi gets off the bed, sitting down with the stuffed crocodile under the table. Naturally, her back faces me. But she doesn’t tell me to leave the room. Though not seeing her face is unsatisfying, it can’t be helped. Miyagi said something unlike herself. It must’ve been something significant for her, and because I asked for clarification, it’s my fault. Although no matter how often I say “let’s do it” or invite her again, she won’t accept. I know Miyagi is that kind of person. "Can I ask a question?" Since pulling out the words I desire from the current Miyagi seems nearly impossible, I shift the topic to something with more potential. "What?" "We’re not roommates anymore, right?" "Yes." "And we're not friends, are we?" "Yes." Miyagi continues answering with her back to me. I take a small breath in and exhale. Conflicted about whether to ask, I toss a pillow at her back. The pillow lands on the floor with a soft, pathetic thud, but Miyagi doesn't turn around. Taking another breath, I address her back once more. "Then, what are we now?" As expected, Miyagi doesn't turn around. There’s no response either. I've run out of things to toss. With a sigh, I prepare to get up when a small voice reaches my ears. "...People living in something important." "I see." Not bad. Miyagi's words describe us better than the term "roommates" we've been using until now. Though it still feels somewhat lacking.