I can have a little more faith in Sendai-san â 157
Translated by KaiesV
Edited by KaiesV
There is no black cat.
I groped around for the stuffed animal that was supposed to be next to my pillow.
My half-asleep body is so immobile that I think I was stuck to the bed with duct tape. As I crawl with my heavy hand, fighting my eyes that wonât open, I touch something hard yet light. It obviously doesnât have the feel of a stuffed animal, and it seems awfully big.
I grabbed it tightly, not knowing what it was.
I can clearly feel the temperature in the palm of my hand.
Moreover, I think I hear what sounds like a growl.
ââThere is a strange thing on my bed that is not a stuffed animal.
Its eyes, which had not been open, flutter open.
ăâŠEh?ă
In front of me was not a black cat, but Sendai-san, who shouldnât have been there.
And she was close.
Our bodies are not attached, but I am close enough to touch her cheek just by reaching out a little. Apparently, what I grabbed was her head.
I slide my fingers through and comb her hair.
Her long hair falls freely as if escaping from my fingers.
Her closed eyes never open.
Come to think of it, I slept in Sendai-sanâs room.
The weather was bad and the night was windy.
I hate those nights. When scary things happen in dramas and cartoons, the weather is often bad or the wind is strong, so if I stay awake for a long time, I get scared that something is going to happen.
But not as much now as in the past.
The reason for this is right in front of me.
ăâŠSendai-san.ă
I called her meekly, touch her on the cheek and pinch it lightly.
She moves, but doesnât wake up.
I had always been alone on any given night, so just the thought of having someone in the house made me feel safe. I donât like thunder either, but it was just a rumbling sound, so I didnât have to get under the covers.
So I planned to spend last night alone.
But then came Sendai-san.
It was more reassuring to have her by my side than to feel the presence of someone behind a wall.
I slide my hand on her cheek and run my fingers over her lips.
These are the lips that have touched me many times, even here on this bed.
The memory comes back to me so easily that I want to jump out of bed, but I donât wake myself up.
Since a reasonable amount of time has passed since then, I would like to be the kind of person who can act nonchalantly when I remember that day. As we continue to be aware of it, it becomes separated from everyday life and that Sunday becomes a special day.
Itâs better to keep it as normal as possible.
I close my eyes and let the memories that come to the surface sink in.
Yesterday, for my part, I chose to be brave and not leave this room. I didnât want to take the bed and make its owner stay up all night, so here I am.
Itâs alright.
I open my eyes and look at Sendai-san.
She is sleeping peacefully and happily.
Sendai-san, small on the edge of the bed, looks more cute than beautiful.
I pinch her cheek again.
She still doesnât wake up.
I was a little envious of Sendai-san, who was sleeping soundly, because I had a hard time sleeping. This is her bed, so itâd be natural that she can sleep soundly, but when I think about it, it seems strange that Sendai-san is sleeping with a cool face. For the most part, itâs Sendai-sanâs fault that the number of situations requiring courage has increased needlessly.
ââItâs somewhat annoying.
I put my finger just a little bit inside her mouth. The tip of my finger hits her teeth, and Sendai-sanâs hand moves as if she doesnât like it. I heard a sleepyăWhat?ăAnd I slowly pushed my finger into her open mouth to speak.
My fingertip touches a raw, warm tongue, and when gently pressed, is lightly bitten. I move my finger to trace the teeth, which are harder than the tongue, and the bite becomes stronger than before and I pull my finger out.
ăDonât wake me up like that.ă
Sendai-san says with a rare wrinkle between her eyebrows.
ăI didnât wake you up, Sendai-san woke up on her own.ă
ăI would normally wake up if someone puts a finger on my mouth. If youâre going to wake me up, wake me a little more decently.ă
The voice is more muffled than usual, with a final yawn and a sigh added to it. I tugged lightly on her sleepy bangs, and she brushed her hair back in a tedious manner and closed her eyes.
ăAre you going to sleep?ă
ăIâm sleepy.ă
ăIf youâre awake, you should stay awake.ă
ăI canât.ă
Her eyes did not open as she answered shortly.
I touch Sendai-sanâs ear.
ăMiyagi should sleep too.ă
With a muffled voice, a hand is swept away.
Instead of answering, I touched Sendai-sanâs ear again.
Follow the outline to confirm the shape of the ear.
I slide my finger down and pinch the earlobe, which, unlike mine, is empty. It was softer and more comfortable there, colder than her cheek. Even though I kept touching her softly, Sendai-san didnât open her eyes. I put a little finger in her ear and she grabbed my arm.
ăItâs ticklish.ă
Sendai-san did not stop when I said the same thing on this bed.
I pull hard on her ear.
What would happen if I put my lips here now?
Thatâs what Iâm wondering, but I let my hand go, letting the memory sink in and take my thoughts away as a matter of course. I then raised my body halfway up and put my lips on Sendai-sanâs neck.
Her body moved slightly.
I donât know if Sendai-san opened her eyes.
A sweet aroma tickled my nose.
She always smells good.
I lick her neck as if tasting her, then bites her hard with my teeth. As I sunk my teeth into not only the tender flesh, but also the slightly firmer area beneath it, I was tapped on the shoulder. I loosened my bite and attached my tongue. This time, she presses hard on my shoulder. I had no choice but to pull my face away from her and saw that Sendai-san was about to fall off the bed, and I hurriedly grabbed her sweatshirt.
I pull strongly toward the front.
Before the sweatshirt could stretch, Sendai-sanâs body came back to the bed and slumped down.
ăWhy are you trying to wake me up in such a novel way?ă
Sendai-san says, patting and rubbing the place where I bit her.
ăBecause Iâm not busy.ă
ăYouâre biting into your spare time, thatâs crazy.ă
ăYouâre not getting up?ă
ăIâm not.ă
ăOkay, Iâm going back to my room.ă
Her hand that had been stroking her neck stopped suddenly, and Sendai-san, who had been lying on her face, turned toward me.
ăWhy donât you go back to bed? You donât have plans today, do you?ă
This time I get my sweatshirt pulled on.
ăI donât have any, butâŠă
The weather is so bad that I donât even need to open the curtains to see it, and even if I had plans, I donât want to go anywhere. But I donât know if I want to stay in bed with Sendai-san.
ăDonât worry. I remember what you promised me yesterday.ă
She will not do anything strange until I leave this room.
Sendai-san promised me that yesterday.
And I have not yet left the room.
Sendai-san, who is constantly breaking her promises, isnât perfect in what she swears on my earrings, but she keeps them.
It reassures me.
It makes me trust Sendai-san more than before.
The earring is special.
Maybe itâs like a good luck charm, like she said.
I touch the earring and then answer back to Sendai-san.
ăIf only for another thirty minutes.ă
ăHow about one hour?ă
Sendai-san comes a little closer and I press around her collarbone just enough to keep her from falling off the bed.