The day after we kissed, this morning, and after lunch, she had the same face and spoke in the same voice as before we kissed.
Of course I am no different.
Itâs just that itâs been a long time since Iâve done what Iâve done so many times before.
There has never been anything that Sendai-san has done to me that I didnât like by any means, and this was not something I didnât like either. I didnât stop her either, so there was no need for even a punishment.
However, I have a complaint about Sendai-sanâs unchanged attitude after she broke her promise.
It was Sendai-san who suggested we become roommates.
We have an appointment to watch a movie together, but Iâm nervous that she will break her promise to âdo nothingâ again.
I put my hands over my ears.
I touch the piercing with my fingertips.
I can have this little ornament swear not to break her promise. But I donât want to show my ears too much.
I put a mirror on the table and put my hair over your ears.
I look at the piercing in the small stand mirror.
It takes about a month for the piercing hole to stabilize.
I canât remove it.
I donât want to change to a new pair of earrings too soon, but these earrings are bothering me because Sendai-san has been saying strange things about how they look good on me and how cute they are. I will want to keep it hidden from her eyes.
Sendai-san always says only unnecessary things.
I put my hair back over my ears and look at my watch.
The appointed time is approaching.
As I try to put the mirror away, I look at my lips.
I remember how hot Sendai-sanâs hand was the day before yesterday when she touched my cheek. Her eyes, which did not close easily, were very serious, and her lips, which were soft to the touch, appeared from the depths of my memory.
I stroke my lips with my fingertips.
I have touched my lips like this not long ago.
I wiped Sendai-sanâs lips, who said she would do my makeup for me, and after all, I looked in the mirror like I did todayââ
My gaze is fixed on the mirror in front of me, and I involuntarily cover the mirror with my hand when I find myself touching my lips with my fingertips in it.
ăAh!ă
I regret the coldness I feel through my skin. In a panic, I removed my hand from the mirror and finds it covered in sticky fingerprints.
ăAh, argh! Everything is Sendai-sanâs fault!ă
I get up and leave the room.
I stand in front of Sendai-sanâs room and breathe in and out. With two taps on the door and a voice from inside says,ăCome in.ăI breathed in and out again, then opened the door.
ăYou came all right.ă
Sendai-san, with her back against the bed, says in a surprising voice.
ăIâll go back to my room if you donât want me to come.ă
I know her words donât mean âdonât come,â but as I turn my back to her, I hear her voice before I close the door.
ăHead in.ă
Turning around at the unusually gentle voice, I saw Sendai-san stand up and her fluffy, light-colored skirt swayed.
She has been wearing skirts a lot lately. It reminds me of Sendai-san when we were in high school, although it is different from the skirt of her school uniform.
I still love my denim shorts, but Sendai-san has only told me once since I got here that I should wear a skirt, and she hasnât uttered the same words since. She just says words on a whim that I always have trouble dealing with.
ăBecause I didnât think you would come⌠You wouldnât leave for that much and come to my room, would you?ă
With a question that makes no sense, Sendai-san grabs my arm. She then pulls me into the room.
ăWhat do you mean I wonât leave?ă
ăIf you donât know, thatâs okay.ă
Vaguely, Sendai-san laughs.
I was curious as to what her intention was in asking the question, and was about to ask it again, but as if to deprive me of my words, Sendai-san said,ăItâs okay, I like Miyagiâs favorite movies.ăThen she hands me a tablet saying,ăHere you go.ăI have no choice but to sit down next to her.
Itâs tingling on one side of my body.
It is as if electricity is flowing in my shoulder and arm near Sendai-san, and it is unsettling. Only one side is so sensitive that I can almost feel the blood flow, and it leaves me a little.
ăIf you touch me, youâll be punished.ă
I place a tissue with a platypus cover between me and Sendai-san. As I looked down at my tablet to decide what movie I was going to watch, I heard an unnaturally cheerful voice next to me.
ăMaybe Miyagiâs idea of punishment isnât punishment.ă
ăWhatâs that supposed to mean?ă
I look up from the tablet and see Sendai-san.
ăA little warning. I was just wondering if the punishments might be fun for me.ă
ăIâm not going to make something fun for Sendai-san into a punishment game.ă
ăYou mean punishing me for not having fun?ă
ăIsnât that obvious?ă
When assured, Sendai-san patted the platypus on the head.
ăMaybe what Miyagi thinks is not fun and what I think is not fun are two different things.ă
Is it to avoid punishment?
Or is it something that has a different meaning? I donât know, but if what I consider not fun is fun for Sendai-san, thatâs a problem.
Until now, Sendai-san has followed orders that she would normally refuse. She didnât refuse when I asked her to lick my feet or when I blindfolded her. No wonder they really believe that punishment is a fun thing to do.
ăSendai-sanâs a pervert.ă
ăI havenât said or done anything that would make you say Iâm a pervert.ă
Sheâs the kind of person who suddenly wants to kiss me and when I turn her down, but then she kisses me that night. It is not surprising that she would be thinking about something more than that.
ăIâm not thinking of anything erotic.ă
Sendai-san chuckles deliberately.
If I could peek inside her head, I would.
I donât trust her when she says while smiling and not thinking weird things.
ăItâs absolutely not true. Sendai-san, you are an erotic demon!ă
ăStop that, will you? Itâs like all I think about are erotic things. Also, Miyagi who says that I must be thinking about suggestive things is more erotic. If you didnât think about that, you wouldnât have come up with that erotic line.ă
ăBecause I donât think about it. Sendai-sanâs a pervert, a lecher.ă
I put the tablet on the floor and grab the platypusâ body instead. I then tap Sendai-sanâs arm with a fair amount of force. Sendai-san giggles as the platypus hits her body twice.
ăSorry. Itâs all just a joke. Pick the movie, please.ă
âHere you go,â she says, handing me the tablet again.
I glanced at Sendai-san and then looked at the movie titles displayed on the screen.
The other day, Sendai-san got into trouble by choosing a movie that she would get bored with halfway through. So today I want to choose something that she will maturely watch until the end. But I donât want to watch a horror film that Sendai-san would enjoy.
Several movies come to mind.
I mention the title of one of these animated films, which has been broadcast many times on TV in the past and is a favorite of both adults and children. Then I asked,ăHave you ever seen it?ă
ăI donât, but Iâm sure Miyagi have seen it.ă
ăI have, because itâs my favorite movie.ă
I find the movie I was looking for and play it.
Sendai-san next to me is anxious.
My shoulders and arms near her are still tense.
Sendai-san puts the platypus between them on the bed as she did before this.
ăYou should watch the movie.ă
When I said this and moved away from Sendai-san just a little, she came closer to me as I moved away from her. When I slapped Sendai-sanâs arm, she replied with a short reply,ăIâm watching,ăand grabbed my hand.
Itâs just a light grip, so it doesnât hurt, but my arm reacts as if it were crackling with static electricity. When I pulled my hand away, Sendai-san gripped my hand tightly.
ăDonât worry, Iâll watch the movie.ă
Sendai-san says things like it is the right thing to do or not.
ăIf you donât like it, Iâll let you go.ă
A small voice adds.
Well, at least itâs just a hand.
I can forgive her that much.
I didnât grab her hand back, but I kept her hand in mine and returned my gaze to the tablet.