The flying penguins were the last in the aquarium sequence, but she liked the rooftop area and was smiling as she walked around, saying she wanted to go around this area again.
I donât think of an aquarium as a place where you go around and around the same place, but Miyagi looks like sheâs having fun, so I donât mind going around and around for the rest of my life.
I donât care if Iâm going to burn in the sun or if sweat is pouring down my forehead.
We say hello to the sea lions and the little otter, and then we return to the penguins.
ăMiyagi, the sea lion show is about to start, do you want to see it?ă
I call out to Miyagi, who doesnât move her gaze from the penguins.
ăI donât need to watch it. Sendai-san, is there anywhere you would like to see again?ă
ăNone, I guess?ă
What I would like to see is Miyagi.
If she doesnât want to see the sea lion show, I donât either, and if there is nothing more to see at the aquarium, then there is nothing for me to see either.
ăThen, letâs return.ă
Miyagi looks away from the penguins and says curtly.
ăAre we leaving already? Do you want to stop by somewhere?ă
I donât think I want to go home yet.
Itâs not that there is anything I want to see, or some place I really want to stop by, but I want to watch Miyagi enjoying herself until nightfall, preferably at night.
But Miyagi responded with the unfriendly words,ăWe donât have to stop by.ă
ăWell, letâs go home. Donât you want to buy a stuffed penguin?ă
When I asked Miyagi, who I can only assume likes penguins, she looked at me strangely.
ăSendai-san, do you want a stuffed penguin?ă
ăI donât want it, but Miyagi seemed to like the penguins.ă
ăI donât want it. I already have it, a stuffed animal.ă
ăMiyagi, do you already have a stuffed penguin?ă
Thatâs new news to me.
I went to her room in high school and there was nothing like that. Stuffed toys are not something to be hidden away, so if Miyagi has a stuffed penguin, it mustâve been bought after she became a college student.
It doesnât matter if she bought a stuffed animal or not.
But I would hate it if it was given to her by someone else.
And I would hate it even more if it was a stuffed animal that someone gave her and she have it displayed in her room.
Black paint plopped down in the back of my mind, and it kept spreading. Just as the black stain began to appear on the surface as well as the back of my mind, I heard Miyagiâs gruff voice.
ăNot a penguin, but a cat. Sendai-san, you gave it to me for Christmas. Did you forget?ă
At the sound of her voice, the stain that had spread through my mind quickly disappears.
A stuffed black cat that somehow resembles Miyagi.
How could I forget what I had given her? I also remember that Miyagi didnât look so happy when I handed it to her.
ăI remembered but⌠Maybe the stuffed animals have moved in too?ă
When I was in high school, the black cat used the bookshelf in Miyagiâs room as a sleeping area, but now I donât know how the black cat is doing because I have never been in her room. If it was still living on the bookshelf as it did back then, I would be very happy, if not because I gave them to her.
ăIâm holding on it. So I donât want the stuffed animal.ă
Miyagi, who had been in a good mood earlier, has wrinkles between her eyebrows.
I suppress the bouncing desire to hug her and reply,ăI see.ă
Apparently, the stuffed black cat I gave her is loved in its own way by Miyagi, who is like a cat. No, I think itâs safe to say that she love it a lot, so much so that she said she doesnât need a stuffed penguin because she have that stuffed animal.
When I think of it as more than the penguins that stole Miyagiâs heart, I feel so envious that I want to be a stuffed animal. But not enough to quit being human, because if I became a stuffed black cat, I wouldnât be able to come to the aquarium with Miyagi or kiss her.
ăShall we go home like this? Why donât we buy something to eat, though? As expected, itâs a hassle to cook dinner today. If Miyagi can cook for me too, thatâs fine.ă
I donât mind respecting her wish not to stop anywhere, but I would like to make it easy for her.
ăI donât want to cook today either.ă
We agree and we walk away.
ăMiyagi, what would you like to eat?ă
ăI ate bread earlier, Iâd like a bento.ă
ăOkayâ!ă
I wouldâve liked to stay here for the rest of my life, but now that Iâve heard the happy news, I feel light on my feet as I leave the aquarium. The wrinkles between Miyagiâs eyebrows have disappeared.
We leisurely make our way to the station.
Usually Miyagi and I donât have anything in common that we can get excited about, but not today. We have plenty to talk about.
ăI wonder what the difference is between seals and sea lions.ă
I ask Miyagi with two heads in my mind that I know are different but cannot explain the difference.
ăIs it the shape?ă
ăWell, they certainly look different. But thereâs something more properly different.ă
ăI donât understand what you are telling me. Why donât you look it up, Sendai-san?ă
ăIâll check it out when we get home.ă
Itâs not very fruitful, but itâs fun because Miyagi talks a lot.
As we continue to talk about such unimportant but, to me, unimportant things, we both slow down somewhat, though not necessarily from either of us. Conversations are broken up and the buzz of the city can often be heard.
ăâŚDo you often go to the aquarium, Sendai-san?ă
Miyagi says, without looking at me.
ăI think I only went a few times with my family when I was a child, but not since I grew up. What about Miyagi?ă
ăSame. I went there once when I was little⌠We didnât go out as a family very often.ă
ăIs that so?ă
ăMy father, heâs so busy, heâs hardly ever home.ă
Miyagi unusually talks about her family.
Her gaze never turns to me.
She just looks ahead.
I am not sure whether to say the words that come to my mind.
She wouldnât answer me usually.
But today, I think she might.
ăâŚWhat about your mother?ă
After Miyagi decided to share a room with me, her parent came to my house to greet me. But only her father came at that time, not the mother. Miyagi also talked about her father, but not her mother.
ăNone.ă
I hear the expected words.
I think maybe I shouldnât have heard it, but I also want to hear it deeply.
Miyagi still doesnât look at me.
Her gaze is fixed on the front, as if there is a rule that she mustnât look at anything but the front.
I donât want to make todayâs memory of Miyagi a bad one.
I want her to leave with only happy memories.
Both Miyagi and I think today should end as a fun day.
ăI see.ă
I answer shortly and look for the next word.
I canât think of the right words to say to Miyagi, who told me something he had never told me before.
The road to the station was reasonably crowded, and it was not a situation to have an intricate conversation. The voices of people speaking near and far overlap and are heard as a buzzing, meaningless sound.
I breathe in and out slowly.
ăI think Miyagi knows this, but my family doesnât get along very well⌠They were close to me as a child, so they would take me to the aquarium or the zoo or whatever.ă
As I told my own story to return what Miyagi had told me, Miyagi, who had been looking ahead for a long time, looked at me.
To be precise, it would beăIâm the only one who doesnât get along with my family, but the rest of them seem to be having fun,ăbut there are too many things that need to be added to the story to tell it correctly.
ăYou have an older sister, right?ă
ăI do.ă
ăâŚAre you not getting along with her?ă
ăNot that good, I guess?ă
I kept my distance from my two-year older sister.
We donât argue or fight, but we havenât had a proper conversation in years. The proof of this is that we are not even in contact with each other, even though we are within a distance of each other if we want to see each other.
ăSendai-san.ă
As I pass through the ticket gate, Miyagi calls me in a quiet voice.
ăWhat is it?ă
ăâŚThank you for today. The aquarium was fun.ă
The words that spilled out of Miyagiâs mouth were properly heard.
But my head wouldnât understand them.
So, not a single word came out of my mouth.
ăSendai-san?ă
ăAh, sorry. I didnât expect Miyagi to say you were having fun.ă
I saw her having fun at the aquarium.
I think she was smiling and having a blast, but I didnât think she would go out of her way to tell me she had a good time. To have Miyagi tell me she had a good time is like having winter come next to summer.
ăSendai-san, what do you think I am? I have something fun to say.ă
ăThen, you know, you can continue to tell me when you had fun, like now.ă
ăWhy do you want to know about that?ă
ăBecause I want to know what is fun for Miyagi.ă
If Miyagi could know that even the smallest thing can be fun, it might make her smile again, as it did today.
ăâŚIâll tell you when I have fun, if I havenât forgotten.ă
ăThatâs fine.ă
Miyagiâs answer was uncertain, but Iâm okay with that now. Itâs progress just because she didnât immediately answer that she didnât want to.
ăLetâs hold hands?ă
I poke her arm next to me with my elbow, saying something I know Miyagi will never say no to.
ăI wonât hold you.ă
No words of anticipation were returned.
Perhaps if I had stayed home, I would have been kicked in the leg.
But, well, I guess itâs just like Miyagi.
Still, I wanted her to at least look at me, so I poked Miyagi again with my elbow and heard a small voice.
ăâŚWhen do you want to go to the zoo?ă
I was about to say, âEh?â but swallowed hard.
I donât want to say unnecessary words and then be told that there is no such thing.
ăThe winter would be cold, so maybe fall?ă
ăIâll keep that in mind.ă
Miyagi replies shortly.
Summer vacation is not over yet.
I want to do more and more fun things with Miyagi, but I also hope that autumn will come soon.