Looking around me with this in mind, I will see that the university, buoyed by the school festival, is filled with a cheerful atmosphere, and I will feel happy just by being there.
ââAs long as I donât mind the noise coming next to me.
ăSendai-san, what are you doing?ă
I call out to the source of the sound.
ăTaking pictures.ă
ăDonât do that, just look ahead and walk.ă
I tapped Sendai-san on the shoulder as a crunching sound echoed through the hallway of the second school building as the three of us walked side by side. She continues to use her phone as a camera, knowing that I cannot say anything strong in front of Maika.
It was really annoying.
ăIf you take any more pictures, Iâll confiscate your phone.ă
I stopped and reached for Sendai-san, who was holding up her phone. But she shrugs off my hand and lets the electronic sound echo through the hallway again.
If this were my room, I would be throwing the alligator at her, but the university doesnât have alligator tissue covers. I canât kick her, so all I can do is call her hard,ăSendai-san!ă
ăShiori, why not at least take a picture?ă
Maika says, laughing.
ăUtsunomiya, here.ă
Sendai-san happily points his phone at Maika, who smiles in response, and soon a crisp sound is heard.
I take a big step forward and walk in front of them.
Donât worry about it.
Itâs no big deal that Maikaâs smile was captured on Sendai-sanâs phone.
ăIf we take pictures here, weâll miss the talk show.ă
I called out to Sendai-san and Maika two steps in front of them and stepped forward one more step. But I couldnât go any further because of the tug on my hoodie.
ăI donât think thereâs any need to panic. Finally, the three of us.ă
Sendai-san declared as she pulled on my hoodie, releasing her grip and crossing her arms. Maika, as a matter of course, stuck with me and crossed her arms, and the three of us were shown on Sendai-sanâs phone.
ăI took it.ă
After Sendai-sanâs voice, an electronic click sounds and the phone is put away.
ăLast year, I never thought Iâd get to take a picture with Sendai-san.ă
Maika says sincerely and starts walking toward the venue.
ăI never thought the three of us would be photographed together either.ă
I heard Sendai-sanâs happy voice and she touched her neck.
Photographs are not something to worry about.
I told myself, and the three of us walked down the hallway side by side.
Arrive at the venue and hand your ticket to the attendant.
As we sat in the back rather than the middle of the lecture hall, Maika approached a girl with glasses walking down the aisle.
ăAsakura-san!ă
ăAh, Utsunomiya-san. Miyagi-san, too. You two came here today with a friend⊠A friend?ă
Asakura-san, who had become a friend of mine after I entered the university, stopped and looked at us, Sendai-san to be exact.
I told her that I was going to see todayâs talk show with a friend, but Sendai-san, who is standing next to me, was so unexpectedly a friend that I wanted to ask her back,ăA friend?ă
ăIâm Sendai. We went to the same high school together.ă
As she introduces herself, Sendai-san smiles at Asakura-san with a reserved look on her face.
I have seen Sendai-san like this many times in high school, but it doesnât make me feel very good.
ăAh, eh, is that so? Err, Iâm Asakura.ă
Asakura-san said in a slurred voice and bowed his head. The way she did it was so awkward that Maika called out softly,
ăAsakura-san, arenât you a little stiff?ă
ăI was a little nervous because you two are different types.ă
ăDo I have to leave my seat?ă
As Sendai-san smiled and started to get up, Asakura-san pointed toward the front of the lecture room as if in a panic.
ăNo, uhm, I have a friend over there. See you later, Utsunomiya-san and Miyagi-san.ă
After saying this, Asakura-san walks quickly down the aisle, and Maika stands up.
ăOh, wait, Asakura-san. I borrowed this book the other dayââă
Asakura-san doesnât stop, as if she didnât hear Maikaâs voice.
ăSorry. Iâll be back in a bit.ă
Maika chased after Asakura-san, who left in a hurry, and Sendai-san and I had to talk alone, though not alone.
ăâŠIâve never heard the name Asakura before.ă
Sendai-san blurts out and looks at me.
ăI didnât say.ă
ăSay it.ă
ăI donât have to go out of my way to tell you.ă
Iâm not obligated to tell Sendai-san everything about my friendships.
I donât know all of Sendai-sanâs friends, and I donât blame her for not telling her that I have a friend named Asakura-san.
ăâŠI see.ă
Sendai-san, who was looking at me, looks forward. A small ache runs through the back of my chest as Sendai-san doesnât look at me without Maika.
I reach for the knit covering her neck and touch it. And then, as if playing a prank, as if friends were playing with each other, I pulled on her knitwear as if it was nothing.
ăMiyagi, it stretches when pulled.ă
Sendai-san looks at me with her eyes forward and says in a voice like when she speaks with Maika.
Today Sendai-san is not the same as usual.
Itâs my Sendai-san with my mark, but itâs not my Sendai-san.
She take pictures with Maika and donât even look at me.
I cannot tolerate such trivialities.
Everything, every single thing, every single of it.
If it were anyone else, it wouldnât be a big deal, but with Sendai-san, it feels like a big deal.
ăMiyagi, you can see if you pull it any further. If I donât, I wonât be able to keep my promise, is that okay?ă
ăKeep your promise.ă
I think Sendai-san is right.
But she wonât let my hand go.
ăI donât know if Utsunomiya will come back.ă
Sendai-san blurted out the name, and my spine creaked as the name came out of her mouth.
My body reacts to the smallest things, and my feelings waver.
Why.
I donât know why I feel this way.
The feeling of wanting to refuse to connect and form a relationship with Sendai-san and someone else.
I have always been unsure of what this feeling is.
No.
I really do know.
Something Iâve been feeling all day.
How could I not know?
I have known for a long time.
This is,
This isââ
It should be called exclusivity.
It is nothing but possessiveness to want to keep Sendai-san only for me all the time.
I pull my hand away from Sendai-san and let out a thin breath.
No, not like that.
Sendai-san and I are just roommates, not the kind of people who feel that kind of thing. What I am feeling now is similar to that, but different.
Itâs not exclusivity.
Itâs not like that. Itâs not, itâs not, itâs not.
If this is exclusivity, where did it come fromââ
ăMiyagi?ă
I hear Sendai-sanâs voice and look forward.
Donât think about it.
We are in the middle of the school festival now, and we should think about enjoying the school festival.
ăSorry.ă
ăEh?ă
ăIâm sorry for pulling it away.ă
Breathe in, breathe out.
The words suddenly appear and flicker before my eyes, making me want to run away from here, but I cannot run away. Maika will be back soon. And even if I escape, the words Iâve found probably wonât disappear from me.
ăWeâre back.ă
I hear Maikaâs voice and Sendai-san starts talking as if nothing happened. I talk with them too, wanting to bury the words I didnât want to know in the bottom of my heart. After a while, the talk show began, and the voices heard in the anime echoed through the lecture hall.
Itâs entertaining to be able to hear what I wanted to hear.
But itâs fun that covers my surface, and I donât think itâs fun from the bottom of my heart, with the words I couldnât fill in popping up on my face. My heart leans toward Sendai-san next to me, and I continue to stretch my antennae.
Play
Unmute
I feel uncomfortable because there is a gap between my body and my feelings.
My body feels happy in a brightly colored capsule, but my feelings are being pushed into a gray capsule with lead, and they are sinking faster and faster.
Fun doesnât erase the words I notice like an eraser.
Fun and boring separate me.
The talk show ends with me feeling halfway through, and I leave my seat.
The school festival has a number of events, and I see several of them. We stopped by the booth again, taking pictures and chatting, and the time flew by so quickly that Maika and I parted ways and got on the train.
Two people on a train that I usually take alone.
I feel uncomfortable because Sendai-san is next to me.
The half of my body closest to Sendai-san tries to turn toward her.
I donât know what to do with me like this.
The rocking train shakes my memory of today appropriately, and the school festival I enjoyed and the one I didnât enjoy roll around in my mind as one.
Last year, the three of us, myself, Maika and Ami, went around for the cultural festival.
This year, Sendai-san was where Ami was. Ami and I arenât estranged from each other. They just changed where they live and where they stand. This kind of thing isnât uncommon; people repeatedly move closer and further away from each other.
The same may be true for me and Sendai-san.
This year, Sendai-san was next to me.
But she may not be there next year.
I promised myself next year and beyond on my birthday, but I canât stop thinking about that.
I realized again the words I had inside me, thinking that I should lock Sendai-san up in the house rather than be frightened of the uncertain future.
I wish I could let these words out with every breath I take.
ăMiyagi, letâs get off.ă
She calls out to me and we get off the train, which seems like a very long ride. We walk to the house, talking about the school festival, and reach the front door. Sendai-san unlocked the door and opened it. We went to the common space together and were approached before returning to our rooms.
ăI had fun today. How about you, Miyagi?ă
ăDo I have to answer that?ă
ăIf you had fun, you promised to say you had fun.ă
I remember making such a promise on the way home from the aquarium.
But I donât want to say it here.
ăIâll answer it, if you come to my room.ă
With that, I opened the door and entered the room, and Sendai-san followed me. I reached for Sendai-sanâs neck before sitting down in my usual spot.
ăAll in all, I think I had a good time.ă
I answered in a small voice and shifted the knit covering the mark I had made on Sendai-san.