Most of the people in the world seem to be complaining about the downpour during the holidays, but it doesnât matter to me as I am staying at home. If there is a problem, it is that the film the tablet is projecting is boring.
ăIs it interesting?ă
I ask Miyagi, who is staring intently at the screen next to me.
ăItâs tolerable.ă
ăWhich part?ă
ăNhn, itâs varied.ă
Miyagi utters a reply that cannot be called a reply.
On the tablet, a character of some unknown nature is moving around. And Miyagi keeps looking at it. I call out to her, but she doesnât even look at me.
I watch a movie on my tablet.
Miyagi suggested this as a way to spend the holiday weekend, which was appropriate for us since we have little in common, but we also have little in common and the movies we want to see donât overlap. So, I gave Miyagi a random choice of movies to watch, saying that it was fine with me, but I should have chosen more seriously.
The movie, which seems to be based on a video game, was interesting at first, but the story became unfamiliar from the middle. I canât decide if thatâs because I donât play games or if thatâs not the point, but itâs not very interesting.
ăMiyagi, where are the interesting parts?ă
I poke Miyagi, who is so close that our shoulders almost touch.
Miyagi doesnât say anything or react.
Thatâs not interesting either.
To put it bluntly, I am tired of this state of affairs.
I am bored.
I am glad this is my room. If it were a movie theater, I would not be able to talk to her because it was boring.
ăHey, Miyagi.ă
I poked her again, and Miyagi reached for my tablet and stopped the video that kept playing.
ăSendai-san, youâve been loud for a while now. Itâs fine if you donât have to watch the movie, but shut up.ă
She pressed my shoulder with the hand that stopped the movie.
She seems not to be angry because it was just a light push, not with all her might. But her voice is a little low and she looks troubled. Itâs good that the movie is interesting enough that she hate being disturbed, but the more interesting Miyagi is, the less interesting I am, which is unbalanced. It always seems difficult to make the time we share with her enjoyable.
ăDo you want something to drink? Iâll get you something.ă
I get up to change the mood.
ăCider.ă
A flat voice responded.
ăAlright. You can watch the rest of the show.ă
I exit the room and open the cupboard. Take out a glass and exhale.
I should have picked a horror movie to scare Miyagi, with or without me. I should have made sure she could not stay in her room alone at night. I donât expect Miyagi to watch horror movies without telling me, but I should have done so.
ăâŠWell, if I actually did that, Iâd either get bitten or kicked out.ă
I get orange juice and cider out of the fridge and pour them into glasses. I wondered whether I should hold the two glasses as they were, then put them on a tray and return to my room.
Next to the tablet, place a glass filled with clear liquid and a glass filled with orange liquid.
ăThanks.ă
Miyagi says without taking her eyes off the screen.
I sit next to her and look at Miyagi, not at the screen.
Thick parka and denim pants.
The weather may be cold, but they are dressed to look very warm. It seems that Miyagi is a cold weather person. I think this is in contrast to me, who wears a cut-and-sewn shirt and a long skirt.
Her hair is the same as always, no change.
Thatâs why, I canât see her ears today.
Even though she went to the trouble of getting her ears pierced, Miyagi doesnât show her ears. She wonât listen to me when I tell her to make her piercings visible. Maybe sheâs embarrassed, maybe sheâs not. Iâm not sure why, but if it is hidden, I want to see it even more.
I reach for Miyagi, where I only see the tablet.
I touch the hair that covers her ears.
Immediately Miyagi brushes my hand away, looking depressed. But I touch her hair again and put it to her ear.
I see the earrings, and Miyagi stops the movie that had been playing again.
ăDonât bother me.ă
I didnât answer Miyagiâs voice, but touched her neck.
As I slide my fingertips down, Miyagi frowns.
ăSendai-san, go further over there.ă
She pushes my shoulders as hard as she can and places a platypus between us.
ăDonât touch me any further than the tissues here until after the movie.ă
Miyagi says trivial things.
When she is silent, the pause is released and the screen begins to move.
I reach for my orange juice, as any more mood swings and I could get into trouble. After drinking about half of it, I put it back on the table.
ăHey, Miyagi.ă
I call out to them, knowing she will not respond.
Her eyes remain fixed on the screen and she doesnât look at me.
ăI want to kiss.ă
I promised not to do anything strange, so I wonât carry it out.
I donât think it is weird, but, well, maybe it is classified as weird for Miyagi. Still, I should be allowed to at least mention it.
ăMiyagiâŠă
I call Miyagi again who doesnât look at me.
ăWhy do I have to kiss Sendai-san?ă
Miyagi says in a gruff voice while looking at the screen.
ăWe used to do that.ă
ăNow is not like before. Weâre roommates.ă
Miyagi looks at me.
Her words are not interesting, but they are not wrong.
I place the platypus on the bed and lean my shoulders against Miyagi.
ăSendai-san, youâre heavy.ă
I hear an unfriendly voice, but I donât feel pushed away.
ăMiyagi doesnât want to kiss me?ă
ăI donât want to.ă
ăI knew you would say that.ă
ăThen donât ask me.ă
Miyagiâs gaze returns to the screen.
There are several noisy voices coming from the tablet and it is noisy.
ăMiyagi, order me. Iâll do whatever you say right now.ă
ăI wonât, and you donât have to ask.ă
Miyagi denies everything I say. But today I am relieved about that. Even with the piercing, Miyagi is still Miyagi.
I want it to change, but I am worried that it will change. I am afraid of stepping in too far and having Miyagi leave this house. So now I am reassured by Miyagi who denies me what I want to do one by one. If she donât deny it, I canât stop. Iâll want to go as far as I can.
ăSendai-san, youâre not going to watch the movie, right?ă
Miyagi pushes me away.
Iâm close enough to place the platypus again.
ăI want to watch it, but the movie is boring.ă
I turn off my tablet.
ăIâm still watching that.ă
ăLetâs watch other movies. Horror, maybe.ă
ăAbsolutely not.ă
Miyagi stared at me, not hiding her frustration. Then she reached for me, even though she herself had told me to keep my hands to herself. There is no boundary line called a platypus, but it clearly crosses over the place where the platypus used to be and grabs my cut-and-sew chest. She pulled me unreservedly as it was and I held Miyagiâs hand.
ăIf you grab it that tight, itâll stretch my clothes.ă
Itâs not expensive, but I donât want it to be stretched. But Miyagi ignores the voice she must have heard and tugs at my clothes even more. Not wanting my clothes to be stretched, I lean toward Miyagi.
ăI said let it go!ă
I tried to peel off her fingers that are still gripping the cut-and-sew, but they wonât come off. Miyagiâs face is close and her breath blows on my neck. My shoulders shiver involuntarily. My face comes closer, and something warm touches my neck.
The sticking object is her lips, which sucked hard.
The pain is sharp, though not as sharp as when a needle is inserted.
The tip of her tongue hit it and it was raw and warm.
Miyagi doesnât leave.
I think itâs too close.
I hear the sound of my own heart, which I should not be able to hear.
Itâs louder than the movie that was playing earlier.
Her lips are pressed more against it and sucked harder.
The pain passes through my skin and spreads deep into my body.
It definitely leaves a mark.
This is not good.
I know, but I want to put my arms around her back. My hands stroked her hair, wondering what to do, and Miyagi easily moved away from me.
No more pain.
I donât know whatâs going on with my neck, but I can kind of guess.
ăAre you stupid, Miyagi. Iâm pretty sure youâve got a mark on me now.ă
ăIsnât that Sendaiâs fault?ă
I say grimly, and Miyagi stares at my neck.
ăThat said, there are things you can and canât do.ă
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I know whatâs going on with my neck from the piercing stare, but I take a hand mirror to check.
I knew it.
There is a clear red mark on the side of my throat and neck.
ăYou know, Miyagi. At least make it out of sight. What am I going to do with this?ă
ăIf I make it not visible, Sendai-san, you wonât reflect on it.ă
ăItâs not a matter of remorse or anything like that. Itâs the worst kind. Marks in conspicuous places.ă
ăSendai-san, you said you werenât going anywhere during holidays. Then it doesnât matter where the marks are.ă
ăEven though youâre going out with Utsunomiya?ă
ăIâm going out, but Sendai-san should stay home all the time.ă
Then Miyagi pushes my shoulder.
ăMiyagi should stay home too.ă
ăI donât want to. I already have promised Maika.ă
I feel offended, angry, irritated.
Iâm really infuriated.
I look in the mirror again.
The red marks are clearly visible.
Itâs in a conspicuous place.
I was thinking that I could go out with friends during the holidays, but this would prevent me from going out. I could cover it up with a turtleneck, but that is not a seasonally desirable option. If I go there with a red mark on my neck without hiding it, theyâll definitely say something. If I tell them that I have a boyfriend, they will ask me to meet him or show them a picture.
Miyagi is really extreme.
She said she didnât want to kiss me, but she does this with impunity. Normally, I would not do this to a roommate. It makes it hard to know what kind of relationship Miyagi wants. And I myself donât know what kind of relationship I want. Itâs always been vague.
I just want to be together.
I exhale and put down the mirror.
I put my hand on my neck and stroke where the marks are.
ăMiyagi.ă
ăWhat?ă
Miyagi turns her face toward me, not thinking she has done anything wrong.
I am amazed at myself for forgiving Miyagi like this so quickly.
I hold my temples and sigh in a single, understandable sigh.
ăShall we continue watching it?ă
I turned the tablet back on, which I had turned off myself.