An electronic beep sounds once, and Maika makes a deliberately difficult face as she looks at her phone.
ăShiori, your expression is stiff. Smile more, smile.ă
ăIâm supposed to be smiling, though.ă
ăOkay, now double your smile. Iâll take another picture.ă
Impossible.
I managed to make a face that was a little harder but still good enough for anyone to see, and I hope youâll forgive me for that.
The corners of my mouth, next to Sendai-sanâs, do not obey my will. I canât smile well, and I canât make a good face that is nothing. If I could make a smile that Maika would be satisfied with, I would have already made it.
ăShioriâă
A urging voice echoes, and I command my brain to smile. But the corners of my mouth only go up halfway, and Maikaâs phone doesnât make a crackling sound.
I want to banish the word âsmilingâ from this world. If I canât banish them, I want to change the meaning of the word âsmile.â I want the word âsmileâ to mean a subtle look or a hard expression, just for today.
Haah.
Sighing inwardly and resuming his struggle with the corners of his mouth, Sendai-san said in a cheerful voice,ăUtsunomiya.ă
ăMaybe, Miyagi canât smile right now.ă
Sendai-san said something like she looked into my mind and I looked at her involuntarily.
ăEh, is something wrong, Shiori?ă
ăMiyagiâs tummy is making noisy noises. Sheâs trying to tell us sheâs going to die from hunger.ă
With a joking voice, a hand reaches out from next to me and taps my stomach.
ăItâs not rumbling.ă
ăIt does rumble.ă
ăItâs not rumbling at all.ă
I retrieve my arm, which is still held by Sendai-san, and push her arm that she says my stomach rumbles, which it doesnât, and she responds,ăthatâs dangerous.ăIn addition, I hear a giggle and a small laugh, and this time when I pull on Sendai-sanâs arm, she says something that isnât true,ăyour stomach rumbles again.ă
I am disgusted that Sendai-san seems to be enjoying herself so much.
ăSendai-san.ă
I hadnât thought of the words that would follow, but I was about to complain when I heard a crack and I looked at Maika.
ăI got some good pictures, and Iâll save the smirking for later.ă
It sounds satisfying, but I definitely think itâs a weird photo.
As proof, Maika is looking at the photo with a smirk on her face.
I wish the corners of my mouth moved as much as Maikaâs when I was next to Sendai-san.
I donât mean to smile, but I need to be able to make at least one smile even when Sendai-san is next to me, otherwise I would be in trouble at times like this. It would be nice if Sendai-san and Maika wouldnât get involved at all in the future, but since they have become friends, these things are bound to happen in the future.
ăMaika, show me the picture.ă
When I gave up on moving the corners of my mouth as I wished and approached Maika, Sendai-san followed me, saying,ăI want to see it too.ă
ăItâs an interesting photo, look.ă
ăItâs not a good picture, itâs an interesting picture.ă
I complained and asked to see her phone, which showed me pulling on Sendai-sanâs arm with a grim look on my face.
ăI told you it was a good picture. Sendai-san is smiling. Wait, huh? Sendai-san?ă
Maika looks up from her phone with a dubious look on her face.
ăWhatâs wrong with me?ă
ăYour ears. Did you have your ears pierced before, Sendai-san?ă
Maika says, staring at Sendai-sanâs ear.
ăWeâve been doing it for a while. I did it the last time you two came to my part-time job.ă
ăReally. Maybe because I was looking at your uniform, I didnât notice. When did you open it?ă
ăMore than a month ago, I think.ă
ăThatâs the piercing that was on the piercer, right? Arenât you going to change it?ă
As if in response to Maikaâs words, Sendai-san puts her fingers to her ears. Then she gently strokes the earring I put on.
My gaze is stuck on her fingers and wonât come off.
Her fingertips tugged at her earlobe, and Sendai-san opened her mouth.
ăIâve been thinking about changing it, but⌠itâs the first piercing I ever had, and Iâm very attached to it, and I feel like itâs a waste.ă
Sendai-sanâs earrings have been there ever since I put them on her on her birthday. It holds a promise to her body and continues to adorn Sendai-san in a way that I can see.
I could change my earrings just like I change my clothes depending on the day, but Sendai-san doesnât change hers. A month has passed, and she continued to wear the same earrings she wore on my birthday.
ăSurprising. Sendai-san, you seemed like you would change it quickly without waiting a month for something like this.ă
ăSurprising even to myself.ă
Sendai-san laughs at Maika and smiles at me.
The word âunexpectedâ was uttered by both of them.
It is a word that I have in my mind as well.
Iâm not saying that she shouldnât have different piercings, and if she wants to change them to something different, like I have the piercings that Sendai-san gave me, she can do so.
If I donât change it without my knowledge, if I donât let someone else choose it without my knowledge, I can always change it.
ăWell, I might change it if I find some cute earrings. Anyway, how about we eat something? Miyagi looks like sheâs too hungry to die, and weâll continue with the pictures when weâre eating.ă
ăGreat. Letâs do that.ă
Maika agreed with Sendaiâs words, and I noddedăyes.ă
ăThen, what shall we eat? Is there anything you want to eat, Utsunomiya?ă
ăOkonomiyaki.ă
ăWhat about Miyagi?ă
ăYakisoba. What about Sendai-san?ă
ăNhn, letâs see. Why donât we share okonomiyaki and yakisoba together?ă
ăAh, thatâs good!ă
Maika answered in a cheerful voice, and we bought okonomiyaki and yakisoba, as well as juice, from a booth, and the three of us sat down on a bench. We then sat down on a bench, dividing the okonomiyaki and yakisoba equally, and ate our lunch.
ăSpeaking of which, isnât your university having a school festival right now, Sendai-san?ă
Maika, who has eaten half of her okonomiyaki, looks at Sendai-san.
ăUntil tomorrow. Iâll show you around if you want to come.ă
ăI have an errand to run tomorrow. Can I go with Shiori next year?ă
I was mixed up in the conversation without asking, and before I could deny that I had said I wanted to go, Sendai-san responded smugly.
ăOf course. Iâll show you around. Come to our college next year.ă
ăYay.ă
ăMiyagi. You look like youâre talking about someone else, but Miyagi is coming with us next year.ă
I wonât go.
I want to answer that, but I canât.
If I said I wouldnât go, Maika would surely have to go alone, and I would be left with only one answer.
ăI know. Iâm coming with you.ă
I donât want Maika to go to Sendai-sanâs college alone.
So, even if I donât feel comfortable, I had no choice but to go with her.
ăThen, itâs decided.ă
Sendai-san smiles and brings the yakisoba to his mouth.
We continued to eat the okonomiyaki and yakisoba while chatting about nothing, and when most of it had settled in our stomachs, Maika said something that reminded me of her.
ăAh, the photo.ă
ăMiyagi, youâre the cameraman.ă
With a tap on my shoulder, I awkwardly pull my phone out of my bag like a machine and stand up. I took a step or two away from the bench and looked back at a good distance to see Sendai-san sitting next to Maika.
I hold up my phone.
Sendai-san pulls herself closer to Maika.
My heart thumps in place of the shutter sound, and I let out a small breath.
On a small screen cut out of a scene from the school festival, Sendai-san is smiling with a face I used to see in high school.
The beautifully crafted smile is not mine, but Maikaâs.
Next to her, of course, Maika is also smiling.
I think thatâs my place.
I was always there, it was natural for me to be there, and there was no one there but me. I donât know much about Sendai-san outside, but if we go out together, there will be no one but me next to her.
And yet, today, Maika is where I should be, and I take her picture.
Boring.
Not interesting.
But it must be taken.
ăShiori, take the picture.ă
I hear Maikaâs voice and tap the shoot button as if my fingers were not my own.
Kashari.
One sound I have heard many times today, and the two people on the screen are recorded on my phone as a photo.
ăI took it.ă
âHere,â I said, walking toward them and showing them my phone.
Sendai-san and Maika are happily saying something, but I canât hear them. My eyes are fixed on my phone and I keep looking at the two people I just saw, even though I donât want to see them.
The smile on the screen is more beautiful than the smirk that wouldâve been my distortion.
My phone is heavy when it should be light.
So heavy that I want to throw it away.
I sit down on the bench and put my phone away in my bag.
I squeeze the finger that pressed the shooting button with the opposite hand.
The scab is forcibly peeled off, and I feel a pain similar to when you hurt yourself silently. Jiggle, zing, and ache. The discomfort spreads as if the wound is small but itâs soaked with blood, and without knowing it, the blood is everywhere.
Now I want to put a mark on Sendai-sanâs body and make more red marks.
If that doesnât work, I want to touch her neck and show the red marks to Maika.
ăItâs time to go to the talk show hall.ă
I hear Sendai-sanâs voice and look up from my slumped position.
I see her neck, which should have a red mark on it, and I almost reach out my hand and stand up to cover it up.
The red mark on Sendai-sanâs neck.
There was no way she would think I had made it, but I couldnât let Maika see it. That mark is something that only Sendai-san and I know exists, and itâs a secret between us.
ăShiori, the venue is the second school building, right?ă
I hear Maikaâs voice.
If I shift the thing covering the red mark just a little, I can show it to Maika.
I could even tell Maika that this is mine and that Sendai-san is mine.
ââNot good.
If I only think about Sendai-san, I will go crazy.
Today is a day full of fun things to do, so I should look more elsewhere instead of next to me.
ăYeah.ă
I made my voice as cheerful as possible and started walking with them.