Sendai-san has yet to break the promise she swore to my earring.
She is just about to break it.
If I tell her why I donât want to do it with her, she will have kept her word.
But I donât have a strong enough reason to make her keep her promise, so thatăSendai-san will not be able to do anything.ă
She told meăto make upăa reason, and I guess I could if I didnât have one, but there is no reason I could make up right away that would stop her.
ăMiyagi, whatâs the reason?ă
ăâŚSendai-san, you said there doesnât have to be a reason for kissing. Then I donât have to have a reason for not wanting to.ă
Before I can find or create a reason, I was rushed to answer, and I am forced to give a reason that I donât think Sendai-san will agree with.
ăThatâs not going to stop me from doing anything, you know?ă
Sendai-san pats my arm, which is sticking out of my T-shirt.
Her soft hand gently slides over my skin and pokes my arm.
ăIs it okay?ă
Her voice is gentle as she asks me, but her lips are pressed against my neck as if she has no intention of waiting for my answer. Lips that snuggle together quickly separate and then snuggle back together again. The hand that had been stroking her second arm is somehow rolling up the hem of my T-shirt and gets inside before I can catch it.
Fingertips crawl up my sides and sweetly bite my neck.
This is not fine.
There is no way I can continue, but the hand wriggling in my T-shirt and the feel of her lips on my neck takes me out of my thoughts. I canât think of a good enough reason to convince her.
The hand that had been crawling up my side is now placed on my chest.
Not wanting to be seen, I am not sure if I should pull Sendai-san closer to me.
This room is too bright.
I can see everything I want to hide.
I would really like to turn off the lights, but I donât think Sendai-san will turn them off, nor can I turn them off by myself. Then I would like to draw Sendai-san to me and remove myself from her sight. But if I pull her in, it will be as if I have allowed her to do what she does.
The hand on my chest moves slowly.
The fingertips trace the contours as if checking the shape, stroking it softly. The hand that was moving slowly stops at the center of the breast, and the body reacts to the fingertips.
When I touched Sendai-sanâs breast myself, the same thing that was happening to her body is happening to mine.
I know Sendai-san already knows whatâs going on with me, but I donât want her to know, so I grab her hand over my clothes.
The hand that grabbed me so vigorously was pressed hard against my chest, unwilling to leave me. Itâs also an act of telling her what the center of what sheâs touching is like, and my cheeks heat up.
I look away from Sendai-san.
ăStop.ă
I canât see what she looks like now.
ăWhatâs the reason?ă
There is no answer to reply to the voice that asks gently.
Sendai-san bites my ear.
A puff of breath robs me of the strength to push her away.
ăIf you canât tell me, then let it slide.ă
The voice whispering in my ear relaxes me.
Sendai-sanâs hand, which had been holding me, escapes from me and begins to move freely over my chest. The fingertip strongly strokes there, which is clearly changing. The part that Sendai-san is touching tingles as if an electric current is flowing through it.
I bite my lip hard.
I want to stop Sendai-sanâs hand, but my consciousness goes to the place where her fingers are touching me. A sensation arises that I donât want to put into words. The room, which should be cool and air-conditioned, is burning hot, and my breathing becomes erratic.
ăAre you feeling uncomfortable?ă
Sendai-san is trying to drag out the emotions I am turning away from and I want to deny them right now. But I canât open my mouth because Iâm afraid that if I do, the voice I donât want to hear will come out.
ăTell me, Miyagi.ă
Hands moving around on my chest and a voice whispering in my ear stirred my head.
Somewhere along the way, Sendai-sanâs hands became an easy way to break my reason. The walls that were supposed to repel her fall to pieces, and Sendai-san enters. Itâs something that scares me and I am dying to get away from, but it feels good and I canât help but pick up the pieces of my crumbling rationality because I feel like Iâm not myself anymore. If itâs not me who protects myself, I will be too scared to stay by Sendai-sanâs side.
Therefore, I will put the missing pieces of reason back to where they were like puzzle pieces, repairing them and making me the person I always was.
I held my breath and exhale thinly.
Catch Sendai-sanâs hand on my clothes.
I look her in the eye and voice my reason, however small.
ăâŚStop.ă
ăTell me the reason if you hate it.ă
I meet Sendai-sanâs gaze.
Her eyes, neither cold nor warm, stare at me.
ăItâs bright, and I can see everything.ă
I glared at Sendai-san and peels off the hand that is attached to my body and takes it out of my clothes.
ăIâd like to see Miyagi though?ă
ăI donât want to be seen.ă
ăIs that your only reason?ă
I know itâs not a reason to stop her, but I canât find any other reason.
When I kept silent, Sendai-san grabbed my hand.
ăIf youâre ashamed to be seen, Miyagi can hide my eyes.ă
When she said this, Sendai-san covered her own eyes with my hand and added,ăNow I canât see.ă
ăThis is not what I meant.ă
I answer strongly and pull my hand back.
But her hand is still holding mine, and she doesnât let go. On the contrary, she tries to pull it back with more force.
ăSo you donât want to be the only one touched? Then Miyagi can touch me too.ă
My hands are forcefully placed on her breasts.
I feel her body heat on her T-shirt.
I donât think itâs enough through the cloth.
I want to touch her more.
Like that time when I touched Sendai-sanâ
No.
Sendai-san is trying to mislead me.
If I didnât want to be the only one touched, I wouldnât have said anything.
We should have been talking about something different, but Sendai-san keeps doing weird things that make me want to touch her more.
ăNow the terms are the same, right?ă
ăItâs not the same.ă
ăMiyagi, if you want to touch me directly, you can. Iâll touch you too.ă
My hand is guided by Sendai-san into her T-shirt and I am about to be fooled again. My hands are placed under her breasts, and Iâm not fast enough to repair my crumbling rationality. The warmth I feel in my palm is comforting, and I put that hand behind my back. I stroke the smooth skin and crawl my fingers a little higher and I hit the hook of her bra and she told me I can unhook it. My heart beats harder, like it has doubled in size.
I remove the hooks and touch her breasts directly.
The past overlaps the present.
I wished I hadnât turned off the lights at that moment.
I wanted to see and know what Sendai-san looked like.
I can see her face now.
I call out, âSendai-san,â and she makes eye contact with me.
Her cheeks are red and my nameăMiyagi,ăspills out from her thin open lips. Sendai-sanâs hand touches my skin directly.
Slowly, her fingertips trace my breasts, and her palms come together as if to confirm the sensation. My hands are hot, sticking to each other tightly. But my body feels even hotter than that, and my breath escapes. The hands that are attached are so close together that they seem impossible to remove.
Breathing hard and wanting more Sendai-san, I put my hands around her back and pull her closer. Her lips are attached to my neck and licked.
I grab a corner of her head, a sliver of reason that has been driven away.
I have drawn Sendai-san to me myself, and I feel I must stop her.
I feel like I need to find a reason to stop my hands from exploring my body as soon as possible, but I canât find it because I am disturbed by the body heat that flows in. The hand crawls over my body without leaving, and my emotions are dragged away.
I see something I donât want to see in the reason that is falling apart in my hands.
It is something I have turned away from for a long, long time.
Something that is trying to show its face deep in my heart, in a place where no one can see it, not even me.
I have always turned away from it.
I have covered it up to keep it from growing, to keep it out of the sun, and kept returning it to the soil before the little sprout showed its face.
What is it?
Even if I clarify it, it shouldnât be a reason to stop her.
Sendai-sanâs hand strokes my side and goes down.
Not knowing what to do, I call Sendai-san.
ăIs it only, for today?ă
ăWhat do you mean, only today?ă
ăIs this kind of thing, only today?ă
ăI want to do this as often as possible in the future.ă
I grabbed her hand and her hand was pressed flat against my hip bone.
ăIf that happens, I canât call you my roommate.ă
If I had to do this over and over again.
I think I wouldnât be able to get away from Sendai-san like her hand pressed against my hip bone. If we stick together, I am sure it will be very painful when we are peeled off. I donât think I would be able to endure that pain.
ăâŚYou donât want to be anything other than roommates, Miyagi?ă
I want us to stay the same, but Sendai-san wants to change.
She wants to change into something that isnât a roommate.
Something different from what we are now.
We know we canât stay the same.
But I cannot keep up with Sendai-sanâs speed.
ăâŚYou should still be my roommate.ă
I am finally getting used to being roommates, but I donât want the relationship to suddenly change. I cannot walk at the same speed as Sendai-san. Sometimes I stop and manage to move my feet, walking only fast enough to make it difficult to tell if I am making progress, so if I walk too fast, I am tempted to give up on following Sendai-san as she gets further and further away.
I donât want Sendai-san to go away.
So I would like her to walk a little slower.
ăSendai-san.ă
I grab her clothes.
Sendai-san lets out a small breath.
ăI understand. We can be roommates for now. Iâm putting an end to this.ă
Sendai-san removes her hand from my body.
Then she looked at me.
ăSo, Miyagiââ I want you to praise me.ă
I hear an unreliable voice and I touch her hair and pat her head.
ăâŚThank you.ă
I donât think those are the words Sendai-san wants, but I canât find anything else to say. I brush her long, untied hair and stare at her.
ăIt doesnât feel like a praise, but whatever.ă
Sendai-san says in her usual voice, gets up and begins to adjust her disordered clothes. She turn her back to me and fasten the hooks that have been removed.
ăIâm returning to my room today.ă
I turn around at the sound of a voice coming from behind me.
ăYou said this was a sleepover.ă
The words came out of my mouth unintentionally, and Sendai-san said in annoyance.
ăâŚDo you enjoy testing my reason, Miyagi?ă
ăI didnât mean that, but it was Sendai-san who pledged to my earrings, and it was Sendai-san who invited me to a sleepover.ă
I know I am being selfish.
But I want Sendai-san to stay by my side.
I am afraid that if I forgive her everything will change, but I am also afraid that sheâll try to leave my side.
ăSendai-san.ă
I tug at her T-shirt as she tries to leave the room. Still, Sendai-san doesnât give up on proceeding, and when I tug hard on the T-shirt, the cloth stretches and Sendai sits down flat.
ăMiyagi. Iâm not lying about waiting, but I donât think I can wait forever. Iâve already found out that a lot of things arenât going to work.ă
ăDonât give up on me.ă
ăIâll sleep quietly today, so donât worry.ă
ăI thought youâre going to be awake.ă
ăIâm already sleepy. You can stay awake if you like, Miyagi.ă
After saying this, Sendai-san peels off my hand that was holding her T-shirt and lies down on the bed without asking me to.
ăThatâs my bed though.ă
ăYou donât keep people in and then tell them to sleep on the floor, do you?ă
Sendai-san smiles and hands me the tablet that was on the bed, so I have no choice but to take it and put it on the table. I exhaled, and this time the lights turned off on their own and the room went completely dark.
ăIs Miyagi up?ă
ăIâll sleep.ă
After pushing Sendai-san to the wall side, I turn my back to her and lie down on the bed. When I close my eyes, I am embraced and my body is close to Sendai-san with no space between us. My entire back belongs to Sendai-san, and I can feel the softness of her chest and her breath.
Itâs both comfortable and uncomfortable.
I want to complain about the mixture of the two opposites, but before I can say anything, Sendai-san whispers to me.
ăAs a reward for your patience earlier, allow me to do this.ă
Sendai-san is forceful, but gentle, and I canât say anything.
I donât know what will happen to us in the future.
I hope that the present will continue forever.
Because we canât stay the same forever, I want to continue to feel her warmth by my side, indulging in Sendai-sanâs gentleness now.
I hold Sendai-sanâs hand, which is passed around my body.