314 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 314 The blue sky and the penguins. The ears of a sea lion. Friendly seals and small-clawed otters. And the awkward smile of Miyagi. Though I didn't buy any souvenirs, I brought back numerous memories from the aquarium. The aquarium offers me something special. Both the first and second times, I received something precious, important, and something I didn't want to give to anyone else. But, I can't be sure how Miyagi feels about it. I doubt she didn't enjoy it, but now that she's here in my room, it's the penguin plushie she's getting along with and not me. "Sendai-san, you're too close," Miyagi remarked in a curt voice while clutching the penguin plushie. "Isn't that mean? Let's look together." Miyagi sat next to me, looking at the photos we took today, but for some reason, she wouldn't show them to me. She just peered at her own phone screen, alone. The distance between us is closer than it was at the aquarium. She's comfortable with our shoulders nearly touching, but she doesn't allow us to share memories. "No," she responds bluntly. Today, we made memories together, so I think it's at least permissible for us to look at the photos together and acknowledge how much fun we had. "Isn't this when we're supposed to look at pictures and get excited?" We had dinner at a family restaurant. Now, with nothing left to do but recount today's memories, I'm worried if I just let this continue, Miyagi will soon choose to return to her room. "It was fun today even without getting excited now," she said, letting slip what kind of day she had, prompting me to lean my shoulder against hers. "Let's talk about how fun it was while looking at the photos." There's not even room for a platypus tissue cover between us. Still, I don't peek at her phone. Despite that, she places her phone on the table, just out of my reach. "Show me the photos you took, Sendai-san." "What about the ones you took, Miyagi?" "Why should I have to show them to you?" "What's the reason for not showing them?" Miyagi fell silent to my words, clutching the penguin's wings tightly. After flapping them a bit, she reluctantly answered with a displeased look. "...I'll show you after I sort them." "Promise, okay?" Just as I leaned in to kiss the earring adorning Miyagi's ears, she pressed her forehead against mine. Is it that she doesn't want to make a promise, or that she doesn't want to be kissed? I'm curious, but asking might get a response that says both, and that's not particularly appealing, so I settle for a concise word of complaint. "Miyagi is stingy." "I'll promise." "Then you should kiss too." I know what happens when things are said in situations like this. Miyagi will almost certainly use Pen-chan as a substitute, and I'll end up kissing a plush toy. Before that happens, I grab Pen-chan from her arms and toss it onto the bed. "Poor thing." A concerned voice for the plushie comes from beside me. "If this continues, I'm the one who's going to feel sorry," I reply. "Why?" "If I'm going to kiss, I'd rather it be Miyagi than Pen-chan." "We were looking at photos, remember?" "Photos can be looked at later." "Sendai-san, you're such a pervert." "Fine, pervert it is." I press my lips to the earring I gifted her and plant a kiss. So that I can see the photos Miyagi took. So that we can visit places that will make Miyagi want to take photos again. I wish for both with the plumeria earrings. "Miyagi, keep your promise." "I said I will," she replied, and I kissed the earring once more. Thinking back to Miyagi in the aquarium, she seemed aloof but not in a bad way. To put it bluntly, it's something one might call happiness. Even though we were no longer roommates, nothing significant about our relationship changed—except that Miyagi now shows a new side of herself. I touch her cheek. I glide my fingers down and lean in for a kiss. But before I could, Miyagi's hand touches my neck. "Sendai-san, don’t move." With a soft voice, Miyagi's hand touches the pendant chain and pulls out the pendant top hidden under my clothes. Then, more gently than when she used to order me, she strokes the moon ornament. "It's been a while since I've touched this," Miyagi murmured to herself as she pressed her lips to the moon decoration, a gesture of ownership, reminding me of her kisses from back then. "Sendai-san." At her quiet voice, her words stopped and didn't continue. Miyagi's fingertips brushed the chain. Her hand glided across my clothing, tickling me, prompting me to grab her hand, causing her to finish her earlier thought. "...The aquarium was fun, but Sendai-san wasn’t mine." Miyagi said something I didn't quite understand. "I'm always Miyagi’s no matter where I am." "No, you're not." "I totally am. I’m wearing this pendant as proof that I’m yours." The pendant I received in high school had long been like a collar, signifying that I belonged to Miyagi, both at home and school. That remains unchanged even now. Wearing the pendant again after so long, it's a visible way of declaring that I'm hers. "At the aquarium, at college, no matter when and where, I belong only to Miyagi." From back then till now and forevermore, I am Miyagi’s, and that’s how it should always be. "Then become even more mine," she whispered, pressing her lips to my neck. Her teeth grazed and gently nibbled. "Miyagi, that's a noticeable spot." It's not enough to leave a mark just yet. But I feel like she'll leave a mark if this continues. "I’ll do it where it doesn’t show, don't worry." With that, Miyagi lifted the hem of my clothes. Exposing my hidden stomach to her gaze, I instinctively attempt to cover it. "Sendai-san. Your hands are in the way," Miyagi remarked in that flat tone of hers. Her hands gripped my shoulders and pushed me down onto the floor. Those straightforward eyes of Miyagi's bore into mine. Under her gaze, I felt slightly self-conscious, but Miyagi watched me intently as her hands slipped inside my clothes. "Is this spot okay?" Miyagi's palm touched my abdomen. Her hand slid smoothly, pressing firmly against my ribs. It's okay, but it's not okay. If she wants to leave a mark there, she’d have to uncover even more of my clothes, and I'd end up undressed again. "Can I do the same to Miyagi?" "No." Her response came immediately, without a moment’s thought. Denied the right to refuse, Miyagi naturally pulled up my clothes, pressed her lips to the spot she had touched, and sucked hard. I was half-undressed and felt a hint of dissatisfaction, but since it was in a place hard to see, it was okay even if a mark remained. Feeling the warmth of Miyagi against me made my heart race. Thump, thump, the noise grew louder. Below my chest, Miyagi’s lips pressed against me repeatedly, sticking and unsticking, while her hand reached for my chest. Miyagi doesn't seem intent on stripping me completely, but I never agreed to go this far. And when she's touching my chest and continuing to kiss my body like this— "Hey, Miyagi. Is this, like, where we're heading?" I ask. I'm not prepared for this. It's not that I need to be prepared, but I just didn't expect today to take this turn. The aquarium was fun, joyful, and serene—a satisfying day in itself. Today’s experiences spill out from my head. Miyagi's hand drifts over my chest. She doesn’t answer my question. The room is brightly lit, making everything visible. "Miyagi," I say. I grab her wandering hand that rests on my chest, and she looks up. Under the light, our eyes meet. Miyagi’s hand withdraws from me and lightly caresses my side, as if searching for a spot to leave a mark. "…Sendai-san," she calls my name softly. "What?" I respond. "You're red." "Red? Where?" "Here," she says. The hand that had been tracing my side now touches my cheek and gently presses against it. "…Wait a moment." I rush to recover the memories of today that overflowed, trying to process the situation. Red. That word from Miyagi. Her hand on my cheek. It means my cheeks are flushed, and my heart thumps loudly. This must mean that I'm finding this situation embarrassing. "No. I won't wait." "Please, just wait." "Why? Sendai-san, you're mine alone, so let me do as I like." Indeed, I'm Miyagi's alone, and I'm not interested in being anything else. But right now, I'd like her to hold on a little longer. The Miyagi who was looking at the penguins, the Miyagi who managed an awkward smile, now wants to touch me. My feelings can't catch up. Miyagi’s hands traverse my body. Her lips brush against my neck. The kiss isn't meant to leave a mark; it's soft. It feels as though we've become lovers, which is surprising for someone who’s no longer just a roommate. Although that likely wasn’t Miyagi's intention, it feels that way to me, making my heart and mind go haywire. This isn't good. Just letting this happen won’t do. I’ll end up confessing everything to Miyagi. Because she found today fun and wants to touch me, I want to take my time with this. If I'm going to express the feelings buried deep in my heart, I want to do it when Miyagi won't run away from me, when she'll truly understand how I feel. "…Let's not rush this, okay?" As I gently tug on Miyagi's hair, her lips and hands withdraw from my body. "What do you mean?" she asks, lifting her face to look at me. "Let's pick a different day for this." "…A different day? When?" "When would be good for you?" "I don't know," she mumbles. Miyagi sits up and suddenly presses the penguin plushie into my arms.