I knocked twice on the door and showed my skirt to Miyagi, who showed her face.
ăâŠYou didnât tell me you were going to change my clothes.ă
I smile at the expected words.
There was no way Miyagi would accept me wearing a skirt to the school festival anytime I asked. I know, but I feel that if I tell her before we go out, she will put it on, so I tell Miyagi on the morning of the school festival.
ăI didnât tell you, but I bought this skirt for you, Miyagi.ă
ăI didnât ask you to buy it, and I donât want it.ă
I didnât ask for it, and Miyagi never asked for it. I knew she would say she didnât want it and I wouldnât care what she wore.
But I have a certain attachment to the skirt.
I like Miyagiâs legs showing through the skirt, and seeing her in a skirt reminds me of our high school days. She doesnât have to wear them all the time, but she can wear them sometimes to please me.
ăItâs not expensive, so take it.ă
The words I have uttered arenât lies. The skirt I am about to give her is one of the cheapest if she ask me whether it is expensive or not. I didnât want to be turned away because of the price, so I chose one from a fast-fashion brand.
ăWhy donât you just wear it yourself, Sendai-san?ă
ăI bought it from our money to fit Miyagiâs size, and I need Miyagi to wear it.ă
The skirt was bought with the contents of my high school savings account. The money is supposed to belong to the two of us, but since I saved the 5,000 yen that Miyagi gave me, I donât think itâs strange that I bought something that only Miyagi would use.
ăThat was your money, Sendai-san.ă
Miyagi utters the expected words, and I say the words I had prepared.
ăWe decided it was for both of us.ă
ăThen, what is it that Sendai-san is shopping for alone, deciding how to spend your money?ă
ăIf Miyagi cooperates, though, weâll both have used it.ă
ăCooperate?ă
ăIn charge of buying and in charge of wearing. This would be another cooperation.ă
Itâs a painful reason to make her wear a skirt bought with our money, but I think Miyagi would be able to push it through now. If Miyagi really didnât want to do it, the door wouldâve been closed by now.
ăThatâs not cooperation.ă
Miyagi says in a gruff voice while looking at her skirt.
ăIf you donât wear this, I wonât let you out of this house. Utsunomiya, youâre going to make her wait, you know?ă
I donât believe these words are a threat, and even if they are, we canât make Utsunomiya wait. But Miyagi blurted out words that were not a complaint.
ăâŠWhat about above?ă
ăAbove?ă
ăWhat should I wear there?ă
Then she raised her eyebrows and kicked my leg. The skirt I was wearing swayed a little, and Miyagi kicked my leg again.
ăI think the hoodie you have is fine, Miyagi. You can borrow my clothes if you want.ă
ăIâll dress myself.ă
ăThen come to my room after you change. Iâll give you a quick make-over.ă
As I hand the skirt to Miyagi, who looks at me with nothing but discontent, I hear a slightly low voice.
ăYou donât have to.ă
ăIf you really donât want to, I wonât. Come call me anyway.ă
ăGot it.ă
Miyagi, grim-faced as usual, slams the door and I am left in the common space.
A Saturday with several marks and a Sunday with more marks.
Since then, the many marks have faded with the passage of time, assimilated into me, and our lives have returned to normal.
ââOn the surface.
I let out a small breath and go back to my room.
I sit on my bed and look at my leg, kicked by Miyagi.
Miyagi added one new rule to life as usual.
We did not discuss it and I do not approve of the rule.
I stroked the bottom of my collarbone over my clothes.
Here is a new mark made by Miyagi.
The new rule.
Something you might call a ritual.
It made some new marks on my body while many marks disappeared.
Sheâs just going to put on her skirt, but Miyagi hasnât come yet.
I press hard below my collarbone.
Thatâs what happens when I donât remember agreeing to it, and it gets marked and disappears along with the bites. And maybe there will never be more.
The marks on the body are something that makes me feel Miyagi strongly, as if to express the words that Miyagi uttered, âItâs all mine.â
Miyagiâs lips, which make marks, strongly stimulate my unspoken feelings, but it feels good to have Miyagi whisper to me that I was hers. It makes me want her to mark me more. But I also think that marks that arenât too numerous are just fine because theyâll end up being put on before they escape me from reason.
Five minutes or ten minutes pass, and then there is a knock at the door.
Sitting on the bed, I say,ăCome in,ăand Miyagi, wearing the skirt I gave her, enters the room.
ăIâm dressed.ă
I stood up and walked over to her as Miyagi babbled on in front of the closed door.
ăIt suits you.ă
ăYou donât have to say that.ă
ăI thought youâre cute.ă
ăSendai-san, shut your mouth. Shut up.ă
I reach for Miyagi, who only complains, and tuck her hair behind her ear.
After stroking the earring, I put my lips to the ear and attached them, and the scent of shampoo grazed my nose.
ăYou smell good.ă
ăThatâs your shampoo.ă
ăNow itâs your shampoo too, Miyagi.ă
ăâŠThatâs true, but,ă
Miyagi uses my shampoo instead of buying a new one when she runs out of her own, so there is now only one kind of shampoo in the bathroom. This is because the promise I made the day I picked up Miyagiâs lipstick in the common space has been kept, and these days Miyagi wears the same scent as me.
I stroke Miyagiâs hair, happy about such trivial things.
I pick up a tuft and bring it to my lips, and before my lips touch her hair, Miyagi pushes my body. The distance between us is short, and Miyagiâs hands unbutton two buttons of my blouse. Her hand crawls over my collarbone, and my heart thumps.
If I want to stop Miyagi, I can.
But I donât want to.
Miyagiâs fingers caress the mark under my collarbone and bring my face close to hers. But there were no lips there, and her teeth were set on my neck. After a slight pain, something soft sticks to it. The lips suck hard on the skin, even though that isnât a place that can be hidden by clothing.
ăHold onâŠă
I pushed Miyagiâs shoulder, but she doesnât let go.
Miyagiâs body heat and my body heat mix on my neck, and the combined heat pricks my heart like a needle.
I thought the part-time job was over and the ritual was done, but apparently not.
This ritual, which began as a punishment, is a ritual that is difficult to defy and makes me want to hug Miyagi even though I know I am being marked in visible places.
I put my hands behind her back, pressing her shoulders.
I almost hugged her tightly and squeezed her hoodie, and her lips left my neck.
ăMiyagi, are there any marks on it?ă
I donât have to bother asking her to know whatâs going on with my neck, but I will.
ăItâs right here.ă
Stroking my neck with her fingertips, Miyagi says in a voice that shows no sign of remorse.
ăThatâs where I can see it. Maybe you put it there because you didnât want me to go to the school festival?ă
I am responsible for not stopping her, but itâs not good to have a hickey on a visible place to meet Utsunomiya from now on. She wouldnât think Miyagi would have put it on, but it would be a hassle.
I guess Iâll just have to change.
I donât want to change my clothes because Iâve already put on my makeup, but itâs better than seeing my hickey.
ăSendai-san, swear on my earrings.ă
Miyagi says quietly, I am in the mood to sigh.
ăIs it about not going to the school festival?ă
Itâs not like this kind of thing will prevent me from going to the school festival, but Miyagi is likely to make a mark for that reason.
ăNo, itâs not. I said I donât want Maika to find those marks.ă
ăDonât worry, if she find it, I wonât say I was marked by Miyagi.ă
ăIâm not worried about those things. I just donât want her to see those marks on you.ă
ăThen put it somewhere out of sight.ă
ăSendai-san is mine, so I donât care where I put it on.ă
Miyagiâs extremely grumpy voice rings in my ears.
Her voice is angry, but it is sweet like caramel, and I canât say anything. I just have to follow her voice and touch the plumeria earrings with my fingertips to utter the pledge.
ăâŠIâll make sure Utsunomiya never finds out.ă
Itâs extremely unreasonable to ask me to mark a place where people can see it and not be able to find it.
Miyagi is really cruel.
Even though I think so, I put my lips on her earring.