393 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 393 The "same breakfast as always" that Miyagi prepared was as delicious as ever. The yolk of the fried eggs, which sometimes used to break, rarely does so now. Recently, they often come out as perfectly half-cooked. The ham and bread are toasted just right as well. I realize that just because she doesn't do it often doesn't mean Miyagi is incapable of cooking. She’s usually so meticulous about little things, but when she cooks, she gets sloppy and just eyeballs the measurements. I wish she’d fix that, but then again, it might be a bit sad if she lost that carefree part of herself, so maybe it's okay for her to stay as she is. However, she should definitely get rid of her habit of denying the word "cute." "I told you not to go all cute." Miyagi opens her door but doesn't step out of the room, speaking with an unenthusiastic voice. It's her usual response, but once in a while, I wish she'd say something different. "I'm just doing a bit of makeup." Since Miyagi prepared breakfast unusually early for a Sunday, we could eat slowly and change clothes leisurely with plenty of time left. Even if I put on some light makeup for her before heading out, we'd still be on time. "I don't want it. You don't have to." Her voice carries a strong resolve. "You want me to help you choose an outfit for the movie, right?" "Well, yes, but..." "Then let me do your makeup. I want to match the clothes to the makeup when i pick them out." "So, you're saying you'll do my makeup for the movie outing too?" "Of course. You're cute as you are, but since we're going out, I'll make you even cuter." "You don't have to." "Miyagi, at times like this, listen to the person picking your clothes. Clothes and makeup go together, so just quietly lend me your face." "...Sendai-san, you're not being fair." As Miyagi mutters this, she tries to close the door, so I grab her wrist. "I can't pick clothes for you like this. Just let me do your makeup." As Miyagi says, I'm being unfair. I could choose clothes for her even without the makeup, but I was pretending I couldn't. However, Miyagi seems willing to indulge my whims today, so I pulled on the wrist I was holding. "...Just five minutes then." Sounding resigned, Miyagi steps out of her room. "Ten minutes." I smile, and Miyagi gently kicks at my leg. Despite that, she comes to my room, sitting cutely on the floor. Since I'd prepared beforehand, all the necessary items were on the table. I push Miyagi's bangs up with a hairband and start applying makeup. She grumbles about this and that, but she doesn't run away. She was so cute, obediently letting me do her makeup even while she complained. I'd love to tell her that, but if I did, she'd likely leave the room, even though I was only halfway through. So I kept it to myself. Just before the ten-minute mark passes into fifteen, Miyagi pushes against my stomach and says, "That's enough, right?" Realizing that continuing is pointless, I finish by applying lipstick to her lips. "Sendai-san, are you done now?" Before I can respond, Miyagi removes the hairband and stands up. She's wearing simple denim pants and a blouse that suited her well. The light makeup complimented her outfit perfectly. "So cute." There's no reason to keep my thoughts to myself now that I've finished the makeup, so I simply said what I saw. "Sendai-san, get ready. We're leaving soon." Miyagi acted as if she hadn't heard me. "We're planning on eating out for lunch, right?" It wouldn’t be unlike Miyagi to decide to wrap up our shopping before noon and come home, so I made sure to ask. "...If you don't want to eat, we don't have to." "Let's eat something delicious together." I smile at Miyagi, who hadn't suggested eating at home. "Then I'll head back to my room. Call me when you're ready." "It's fine. I’m ready to go now." Though I had breakfast in my sweatpants, I’d already changed into a skirt and a sweater, so all I had to do was grab my bag. "I'll go get my bag." Saying this, Miyagi leaves the room. I step out as well, waiting in the shared space, and soon Miyagi returns with her bag, and we both head outside. As we walk down the stairs towards the station, I ask Miyagi. "I can choose our where we’re going, right?" "I don't know what place is best, so Sendai-san, you decide." "Then is it okay to go to the place where we chose Utsunomiya's clothes last time?" Miyagi hesitates for a moment, her voice dropping slightly. "That's fine, but..." "But what?" "There's nothing after 'but.'" She mutters quietly, taking a big step forward. I match her step, walking alongside her. "Got it. I thought of other places too, but Miyagi, you wouldn't want to go to a bunch of different stores, would you?" "Of course not. I won’t go to a bunch of stores." Miyagi’s reply was exactly what I had expected. That's why I decided our destination would be the fashion building where we chose Utsunomiya's clothes. "I’m not counting the stores inside. The building itself counts as one place, so we'll browse through until we find something nice." There are several clothing stores in the building. I suppose it's a convenient rule for me, but it saves Miyagi from having to walk more than necessary, and I think she'll find something she likes. "What, that's unfair." "It's not unfair. You can go around to all the stores inside, so you have to try some clothes on." "Sendai-san, you're a liar." "What part of that’s a lie?" "Your entire existence." Miyagi retorts coldly, quickening her pace. She begins walking a bit ahead. I increase my pace too, but Miyagi speeds up again, so I grab her hand. "What's your budget?" Holding her hand, I ask her an important question for choosing clothes. "Let go of my hand." "I'll let go if you tell me your budget." "Nothing too expensive." Miyagi answers honestly, so I reluctantly let go of her hand. "Got it. Is there anything you absolutely don't want to wear?" "...I don't want anything too cute." "Alright, nothing too expensive or overly cute." This and that, that one, too... I know I can't have her try on everything at random, and it would inconvenience the stores as well. But I do want her to try all sorts of different clothes, though with her answer, I realize if I try to make her wear clothes that are too cute, she'll likely go straight home. It's what I expected, but still a bit disappointing. I can't simply impose all my desires on her. What's important is choosing clothes that suit Miyagi. We can't buy an endless supply of clothes, and Miyagi has her preferences. Something cute, or mature, or perhaps trendy. I find myself wanting to pick out clothes for Miyagi that she's never worn before, but there's a risk she'd only wear them for the movie and then let them gather dust in the closet forever. Instead, it seems wiser to choose something more classic that Miyagi might wear to university as well. Still, when it comes to trying things on, there could be room to play a bit—as long as Miyagi wasn’t completely opposed to it "Sendai-san, stop staring at me and watch where you're going," Miyagi says with a bit of annoyance in her voice. I respond calmly, "It's fine, I'm watching ahead too." As we pass through the ticket gates and board the train, we continue our idle chatter. Miyagi doesn't say much, but that's normal, so it doesn't bother me. I gaze out the window at the passing scenery. The city, unchanged, reflects the abundant sunlight, glittering brightly. With Miyagi by my side, everything I see seems to sparkle, and the time that would otherwise be dull until reaching our destination becomes something special. Miyagi changes my world just by being there. "Sendai-san, do we get off at the next stop?" she asks. "Yes, we do." The train stops soon after, and we step onto the platform. We get swept along with the crowd, pass through the gates, and reach our destination. "Is the fashion show about to begin?" Inside the building, there are numerous clothing shops. Although we can't visit them all, we can probably try on a fair number of outfits. "You're so annoying. Stop saying weird things," Miyagi grumbles, sounding thoroughly annoyed as she nudges my arm. "Come on, just pretend you’re a model and follow me." "No way. Let's just pick something normally." "Alright, let's start by picking out a skirt, then." "Are we definitely picking a skirt for the movies?" "Definitely." I give her a smile, and a wrinkle forms on Miyagi's brow. "... I’m not trying on a bunch of different clothes." "Don't worry, I'm not making you try on a hundred or two hundred outfits." Miyagi wanted to make me happy and considered what I would like. It makes me glad to know that she had put a lot of thought into this time. So, to smooth out the frown on Miyagi’s face, I wanted her to have a good time, too. "This store has a lot of simple clothes, so I think you'll like it," I say, pulling gently on Miyagi's arm as she stands rooted in place.