I take off my clothes and reflect my body in the mirror in the changing room.
I thought yesterday and this morning, but itâs really bad.
In the mirror, I am covered with countless marks left by Miyagi. The marks are only in places that can be hidden by clothing, so the chance of anyone seeing them is infinitesimally small, but I sigh when I think of an accident or illness that would require a trip to the hospital.
I really should have stopped Miyagi earlier.
When she told me to check the mark.
When I told her to turn my clothes over properly.
When she pushed me down.
I had many chances to stop Miyagi. But I couldnât stop her and allowed her to add new marks on my body.
Below the collarbone, I stroke the mark that was put on me yesterday.
Miyagi knows that I will do what she says no matter what I say.
That is why she can make such a mark.
Once, twice, thrice.
In the mirror, my fingertips trace the marks made by Miyagi. Just by touching some of the countless marks, I feel Miyagi, who is not here, and my body heats up. Today, the traces that have increased in number strengthen the desire for Miyagi.
They are all mine.
Because of the strange things Miyagi said to me yesterday, my body reacts strangely to the marks on me.
I should have said earlier that I wouldnât be working part-time or going to college.
I think of that, and close my eyes tightly.
In the end, I couldnât touch Miyagi any more.
It was the right thing to do, and I think Miyagi wouldâve wanted that.
I didnât do anything wrong.
And yet I regret it.
I slowly open my eyes and touch my lips to Miyagiâs bite.
There is no blood on my fingertips, but it still hurts.
Miyagi is an idiot.
Wearing a hickey so that you canât see it is meaningless if you have a noticeable scar on your lips.
Still, the wounds are easy to recognize.
It hurts, it bleeds, and you know immediately that this is a wound and that it is something that needs to heal. But the marks on the body are different. The blood-like red in the mirror resembles a wound, yet itâs not a wound, nor does it look like an injury. What was just an internal hemorrhage just because Miyagi put it on became something special to me, becoming familiar to my body and soaking up Miyagi.
Even if it disappears, I am sure it will remain with me forever, making me want the next trace.
The marks made by Miyagi are such marks and I wouldnât want to heal them like scars. On the contrary, I want more marks and I want them to be visible. I want new marks more than she wants to keep adding to her marks today.
Because of the marks made by Miyagi, my heart aches as if Iâm trying to follow reason and Iâm trying to escape from reason, and Iâm trying to separate the two.
I, who should be locked up in my mind, want to throw away my college and part-time job and choose to stay by Miyagiâs side.
ăThis is crazy.ă
I mutter quietly and enter the bathroom.
I get some warm water from the shower and run it over the marks on my body to wash them away, scrubbing them hard even though they will never go away.
I donât mind being marked like this, and I donât mind Miyagi looking at my body. But if this keeps happening, I wonât be able to stop myself from trying to separate in the near future.
I wish I had the power to turn the impossible into possible.
I want to fulfill Miyagiâs wishes as much as I can, but I cannot fulfill the hopes I heard today. She probably knows this, but itâs an unrealistic hope to say,ăStay here and donât work part-time or go to college.ă
I can give Miyagi all my time for two or three days, but I canât keep giving it to her. If I continues to take time off from college, my support from home will be cut off, and if that happens I will have to work to maintain my current lifestyle. If I start working to make a living, I wonât be able to stay home any longer than I am now.
I would like to do what Miyagi says, and if that makes her happy, then so be it.
It doesnât matter what I want.
I believe that, but I donât have the power to change the impossible into possible.
I could give her as much as I want if it were just my feelings.
My heart is so full of feelings for Miyagi that I almost say I donât need Miyagi. I donât know when it got so big, but the swollen feeling wants to get out of me, when I should want to maintain the status quo. But I canât tell her that I love her.
I turn up the hot water in the shower.
The water, as warm as my body temperature, soaks several marks and goes down the drain. I couldnât help but wish that what warmed me up halfway through was the heat from the palace, so I turned off the shower.
Still be roommates.
Feelings I knew I shouldnât have said, Miyagiâs words became a curse, and they are holding my mouth tighter.
And the feelings for Miyagi, which have grown too deep, are becoming something I shouldnât say no matter what, even without the chains of being roommates inside me.
This is because Iâm afraid that if I tell her I like her, I will break not only our relationship as roommates, but also Miyagi.
Lately Miyagi has been chatty and often says things that I can only assume she likes me. I approach Miyagi, feeling as if Iâm allowed to think that I love her because she expresses my feelings in words that amaze me. But she quickly moves away, leaving only a piece of Miyagi in my hand.
I think I am getting closer, but itâs only for a moment, and the next time I see Miyagi, itâs as if sheâs in a different place.
Even if we are eating together, even if we are in the same room, even if we are next to each other and can feel each otherâs body temperature, weâre not in the same place.
Only pieces of Miyagi have fallen here and there and I am picking them up.
I am afraid that if I continue to approach Miyagi and tell her how I feel, she will crumble to pieces and disappear from me. And yet I want to get even closer to Miyagi than I am now and tell her I love her.
I get the hot water out of the shower.
I wash my hair and body and leave the bathroom.
I changed into a sweatshirt instead of pajamas, dried my hair, and drank orange juice in the common area. The glass emptied quickly and I looked at the door to Miyagiâs room.
I think I should go back to my room today without speaking to her.
My hand is knocking on the door even though I think so.
ăWhat?ă
The door slammed three times opens slightly and Miyagi appears.
ăThe bathroomâs empty.ă
When I say so, the door is about to close with aăokayăand I call outăMiyagi.ă
ăIs there something more?ă
ăShall we take a bath together sometime?ă
Iâm not serious, but I say what I really want it to be.
ăNo. Iâm not going in.ă
ăI knew youâd say that.ă
I answered shortly, and as Miyagi went to close the door again, I grabbed her hand.
I should honestly go back to my room.
I know that, but I canât let go of Miyagiâs hand. I thought I was good at adjusting to others, but I canât adjust well to Miyagi. What I had always been able to do, I am unable to do only in front of her.
ăSendai-san.ă
Miyagiâs small voice shudders my eardrums.
ăWhat is it?ă
ăâŚAm I the only one who does to Sendai-san what I just did?ă
To make a red mark.
To wear a hickey.
To make a mark only on Miyagi.
Whatever it may be, it is easy to tell that âsomething like what you just didâ refers to such things.
ăI wouldnât let anyone but Miyagi do something like that.ă
ăThen okay.ă
I donât know what âokayâ meant to.
Is it âokayâ for âIâm gladâ, âokayâ for âgoodâ, or is it a different âokayâ?