Last summer vacation, I was taught to study by Sendai-san, who suddenly said such a thing.
Monday, Wednesday, Friday.
Sendai-san, who came to my house almost every other day then, is next to me every day this year. Even if she doesnât have five thousand yen, even if she didnât have a reason to teach me to study, she will stay home and say good morning and good night to me. She wasnât my family, she wasnât my friend, but sheâs one of the things I see every day, and today sheâs still within my field of vision.
ăMiyagi, why donât we take a break?ă
Itâs been a little over three hours since we both started watching a foreign drama series.
From next to me comes a voice that sounds a little tired, more like sheâs getting tired of looking at the screen.
ăIâll have to watch one more episode.ă
Three hours is a long time, but we are still in the middle of 1st Season, so the drama has a long way to go. Iâm anxious to see what happens next and I think itâs too soon to take a break.
ăThen, Miyagi will watch it.ă
Sendai-san said something irresponsible and lay down on the bed, even though she had chosen this drama for the two of us to watch together.
ăWatch it. If you donât do that, you wonât understand the story.ă
ăItâs okay, itâs okay. Iâll have Miyagi tell me later.ă
Sendai-san says from the bed, looking disheveled.
This is Sendai-sanâs room, so I donât care if she is lounging around or flopping around, but itâs a different story when she asks me to watch alone a drama that she said she would watch with me.
ăNo, I donât want to tell you. Donât stay in that place, take a good look yourself.ă
ăIâm already tired.ă
ăYou just got tired of it.ă
ăIâm not bored, but Iâm tired of sitting around all the time. Oh well, why donât we go out for a change?ă
ăSendai-san, you want to go outside right away. We went to the aquarium the other day. We donât have to go out anymore.ă
The promise that the two of us would go out together was fulfilled a few days ago. We also promised to go to the zoo and once again to the aquarium, but we havenât yet decided on the date to go to the aquarium, since we are talking about going to the zoo in the fall.
ăItâs summer vacation, so letâs do something more summer-y. Itâs fun for us to go out together.ă
ăI donât want to. More importantly, whatâs this summer-y you talk about?ă
I donât know where she wants to go, but itâs already evening. I donât think there is any place we need to go all the way at this hour. And just because itâs summer vacation, it doesnât mean that I have to do summer-y things.
ăGoing to the pool or watching fireworks?ă
ăItâs not the time to go to the pool, and there are no fireworks today. The other day you said you wanted to go on a trip to a hot spring, or something really random like that. If you want to go somewhere, think seriously.ă
ăSo, what about going out to buy ice cream?ă
ăYou said and did that too the other day.ă
ăThen, would you like to go out for dinner?ă
Even if I donât do anything summer-y, just being in this room is enough for me.
I have always disliked long vacations, even though Iâm used to being alone but I donât like being alone, but now that I have Sendai-san, I can see that long vacations arenât so bad and that there are fun things to do.
But I donât want to go out now.
ăI wonât go. Iâll read manga. Sendai-san can rest there.ă
I dismiss Sendai-sanâs suggestion, stop the drama that keeps playing, then pick up my own phone and select one of my e-books and open it. As I turn the pages with the bed at my back, I am pulled by my hair from behind.
ăMiyagi.ă
Sendai-sanâs voice comes down from above my head.
Apparently, she stopped rumbling and got up.
ăWhat?ă
I answer without taking my eyes off my phone.
ăIâm not busy.ă
ăIf youâre not busy, do you want to watch the rest of the drama?ă
ăI wonât watch it.ă
With a weak answer, my hair is pulled again. More than once. Sendai-san pulls my hair in bunches several times and continues to touch it silently.
ăWhat are you doing?ă
When I asked her about it while flipping through the pages, she replied,ăBraidsăand I realized for the first time that she was continuing to make and untie braids, a completely unproductive process.
ăIs it interesting?ă
ăPretty much.ă
I donât know what part of this is interesting, but it doesnât get in the way of reading the book, and it seems to be an enjoyable task for Sendai-san, so I let it go.
I turn the page, although the next line of dialogue pops into my head without having to turn the page for a comic Iâve read several times.
In the small screen of my phone, the story moves forward.
Sendai-sanâs hand touches not only my hair but also my ears and neck from time to time.
I keep turning the pages.
As if in proportion to the number of pages I turn, the amount of time Sendai-sanâs hands are touching my ears and neck increases. It was comfortable to feel the body temperature that cannot be felt from the tips of the hair. You can feel Sendai-san even if I cannot see her in my eyes.
ăIf only Miyagi would come this way.ă
Sendai-san, apparently bored with my braids, says quietly and kisses the top of my head.
ăIâm not going. You might do something weird, Sendai-san.ă
ăYou donât want to do it, Miyagi?ă
ăI donât want you to do it.ă
I put my phone on the table, but keep my back to Sendai-san as I answer.
ăToday, itâs okay to lose track.ă
Sendai-san whispers in my ear and I pushed her head away.
Itâs foul to bring up what happened last time.
I suppress the urge to run away.
I enjoyed the aquarium more than I thought I would, so I made an effort to share some of my thoughts, but I may have tried too hard. I think I said some things that I didnât need to say.
ăItâs not a good thing.ă
ăSo how long do I have to wait?ă
Sendai-san says in a soft voice.
ăJust keep waiting.ă
ăDo you think I can wait forever, Miyagi?ă
ăYou should try to wait.ă
ăMiyagi, itâs not that you donât like doing it, right?ă
Sendai-san doesnât say she will make an effort, but asks a new question.
I donât want to answer.
I donât want to say either because if I say I donât hate it, itâll be like I said she could do it, and if I say I hate it, Sendai-san will surely not touch me anymore.
ăMiyagi.ă
Sendai-sanâs hand combs my hair.
Then she crawls her fingers behind my ears and strokes my neck.
ăSendai-san, you are depressing.ă
When I slapped her hand, which kept touching me gently, she pulled her hand away without resistance, and I heard a popping sound from behind me. When I turned my body toward the bed, I found Sendai-san lying down.
ăIâll wait for you, itâs alright.ă
When she said this, Sendai-san smiles at me as if to reassure me. But words do not accompany actions. Her hand, just retracted, reaches out and touches my chin. Fingertips slide down my neck and stop at my collarbone.
ăIâm not alright with that.ă
I catch a hand that, if left alone, would have slipped into my T-shirt.
Sendai-san says she isăwaitingăfor me, but this is the same as saying she wants toădo it now.ă
ăI just want to touch Miyagiâs body. I wonât do it from this point on until you forgive me.ă
Perhaps Sendai-san has no sense of shame.
She says these things without shame.
The last time she asked me how good I felt, I asked her how good she felt after, and she said something that I knew she was doing herself, and she was out of her mind.
Normally, I would never say something like that.
I sometimes wonder if she has done it since then. Of course, Iâve never asked because itâs a difficult topic to broach, but Iâd like to know if she would answer me if I asked.
ăDonât touch me, Iâm reading a book.ă
I slip and peel her hand over my collarbone.
ăAnd if I donât touch you, itâd be cold.ă
Sendai-san says something random and tries to reach for the hand I just peeled off, so I catch her hand and seal it on the bed with mine.
ăItâs not cold. Sendai-san, itâs hot, isnât it?ă
On the bed, our overlapping hands are hot with her body heat.
I like the room to be cold for me, but this room has been kept at the right temperature for me all these days. Since I am at a comfortable temperature today, Sendai-san should not be cold.
ăYes, youâre right. Itâs hot, take the remote control. Iâll make it cold.ă
ăYou donât make it cold, you make it cool, usually.ă
ăI thought Iâd make it hot enough to make Miyagi want to stick with me.ă
ăSendai-san, stop acting like a fool and shut up.ă
I release Sendai-sanâs hand and touch her lips with my fingertips and press lightly. I do not cover her mouth, but Sendai-san becomes quiet.
Her lips open thinly.
I push my fingers inside, and her tongue clings to me.
My fingers are wet and I can clearly feel Sendai-sanâs heat.
Between the first and second joints.
I slowly pull my finger out and look.
The wet fingers bring back memories of that time.
I repeat the process of loosening and relaxing.
The raw warmth of the tongue pressed against it and the intermittent hardness of the teeth feels good.
ăMiyagi.ă
I hear Sendai-sanâs voice.
But when I didnât answer, she got off the bed and sat down next to me.
ăIâll wipe your fingers.ă
Then Sendai-san takes a tissue from the back of the platypus and wipes my fingers.
ăMiyagi, you were just thinking of something erotic.ă
ăIâm not thinking it.ă
ăReally?ă
ăReally. Youâre the pervert one, Sendai-san.ă
I picked up a platypus and slapped Sendai-sanâs thigh with it.