My teeth that stand up on the nape of her neck silently sink into Sendai-sanâs skin.
Her lips are on the soft skin and she presses her tongue against it.
I bite even harder and grab her arm to make sure that my Sendai-san in my room, the one I have wanted all day, is not going anywhere.
ăMiyagi.ă
Sendai-sanâs small voice shakes my eardrums.
I force my lips to stick together and continue to set my teeth to tear at the skin. I bit her neck so hard that I couldâve heard her say it hurts, but Sendai-san doesnât say it hurts. Instead, her hand goes around my back and she hugs me.
The harder I bristled, the harder the hand around my back pulled me closer. I felt my body temperature rise as the heat from our clinging bodies mixed with her blood, and when I parted my lips and looked at her neck, I saw the teeth marks that surrounded the red marks.
ăâŚIt sticks to me, why? You always say your clothes stretch or hurt.ă
I press hard against the body that embraces me, creating a gap.
ăMy clothes are stretched and it hurts, but I had a good time today, so I thought it was okay.ă
Sendai-san laughs gently.
ăSo you donât mind getting bit if itâs fun?ă
ăIâm glad you went to the trouble of inviting me into your room to bite me, even though you could have bitten me in the common area.ă
ăIsnât that just perverted?ă
ăIf you say Iâm a pervert, itâs almost entirely Miyagiâs fault.ă
As she said this, Sendai-san put her palm flat against my cheek. Her hand caressed my cheek softly, and her fingertips touched my earrings.
ăWhy did you bite me after you called me into your room?ă
ăâŚSendai-san, you looked happy today.ă
I wanted to lock Sendai-san in this room.
I didnât want her to go anywhere.
I donât want to tell Sendai-san that I thought of that, because she wonât promise to stay here without going to her part-time job or to her university. If I say something that I know will never come true, I will see Sendai-san not saying anything again.
ăWhatâs that?ă
ăYou donât have to understand, just sit on the bed.ă
ăFine, but are you going to put a mark on me again?ă
Sendai-san quietly sits on the bed and looks up at me.
ăIâm not putting it on. Get your phone out.ă
As I handed the bag on the floor to Sendai-san, I heard a slightly low voice.
ăWhat happens if I get my phone out?ă
ăIâll tell you when you get it out.ă
Perhaps anticipating what I would say, Sendai-san was reluctant to take out his phone. She has a look of blatant unwillingness on her face, so I think it is unlikely that she will take out her phone even if I wait for her to do so.
ăSendai-san.ă
When I called out as if urging her to do so, Sendai-san sighed a single sigh and then pulled her phone out of her bag.
ăSo, what happens now?ă
ăAll the pictures you took today, delete them all.ă
ăI donât think I did anything to be punished. And this, Utsunomiya didnât find this.ă
Sendai strokes the place where the red mark is on the knit.
ăIâm not punishing you, but delete them.ă
ăIâm not going to.ă
ăWhy not? You donât need those pictures, right?ă
I have to erase everything today that is left on my phone.
And my photos.
I donât want any pictures of Sendai-san and Maika.
Itâs a waste of time, but they should all be erased.
ăI do. And itâs a reminder of our day.ă
She says quietly and Sendai-san grabs my hand.
ăMiyagi, sit here.ă
Her hand was pulled from my grasp, and as I sat next to her like a puppet with broken strings, Sendai-san displayed a photo taken today on her phone.
ăYou donât need those memories of the school festival.ă
I covered the screen of Sendai-sanâs phone with my hand as she displays one photo and then another.
ăItâs not just the memories of the school festival. Memories of me and Miyagi. I just want to look at this and remember how this happened on the day of the school festival.ă
ăWith Sendai-san?ă
ăMiyagi, too.ă
ăYou donât need to remind me.ă
ăThen, Miyagi is going to delete all the photos taken today?ă
ăIâŚă
Erase.
Thatâs what I decided and came home.
But, if I erased all of them, it meant that Sendai-sanâs picture would be included in the list of those to be erased. That means that Sendai-san, who is locked in my phone, will be gone, and I am suddenly unsure if I really want to delete it.
ăMiyagi, if youâre confused, donât erase them. I donât want to erase them either.ă
The phone escapes from under my hand and is placed next to Sendai-san.
I still have to erase them.
I donât want to see Sendai-san looking happy with Maika, and I donât want to see pictures of me and Sendai-san.
Photos are memories, as Sendai-san said.
It is a memory more certain and certain than memory.
Unlike uncertain memories that can fade or deteriorate, a photograph preserves the exact moment. The photographs that continue to capture and preserve time as a tangible object become a map of memories and a guide to reach todayâs memories. Looking at todayâs photographs, todayâs memories are brought out along with those emotions.
My not-so-good feelings remain like a stain on the photos I took at the school festival, and every time I look at them, the possessiveness I felt today should come back to life. I think that is what makes Sendai-san even more special now that she has become special.
ââThatâs why, it has to be erased.
ăMiyagi, look at me.ă
When my name is called, my consciousness turns to Sendai-san.
Our eyes meet, and the next moment, Sendai-sanâs lips lightly touch my cheek. Her fingertips brush my lips, and I grab her hand.
ăSendai-san is mine, right?ă
ăSuddenly what?ă
ăAnswer me.ă
ăYou know I donât have to tell you that, right?ă
ăI wonât understand if youâre not saying it.ă
ăâŚI know I belong to Miyagi.ă
ăThen do what I say. Delete the pictures.ă
Sendai-san falls silent at my words.
She doesnât speak even when I pull her hand from my grasp.
Her gaze falls to the floor, and after a few moments, she slowly looks at me.
ăâŚThen tell me why you wanted to keep me to yourself, Miyagi. Tell me and I can erase them.ă
Sendai-sanâs voice shakes my eardrums, melting into me and making my heart beat harder.
I cannot allow Sendai-san to go to her part-time job, nor can I allow her to befriend someone I donât know. Today I could not forgive Sendai-san for listening to Maika, and I couldnât forgive Sendai-san for smiling next to Maika.
If she trace these feelings, she will find them to be possessive.
That feeling that has been haunting me for a long time and wonât come off even if I try to peel it off is connected to my desire to keep Sendai-san as mine.
But perhaps Sendai-san is aware of my feelings.
How can she not notice what I can notice? There can be no reason to want to keep someone to yourself, other than exclusivity. So surely this isnât what Sendai-san wants to know.
ăMiyagi, just answer me.ă
I donât want to answer.
I shouldnât answer.
What Sendai-san wants to know is at the root of this feeling, and itâs something that shouldnât be traced and dug up. What is at the root of the feelings of wanting to keep Sendai-san locked up in this room is not a good thing. It should be better to soothe them and let them sleep at the bottom of my heart. Even now, I am so swept up in my emotions, in pain, in agony, I donât know what to do, but if I knew what lay ahead, I wouldnât be able to be next to Sendai-san.
ăâŚIâll tell you if you delete the pictures first.ă
Today, the feelings I almost saw are chewed up and swallowed.
I donât know what would happen to me if I made the special Sendai-san even more special. If Sendai-san were to disappear, there would be nothing I could do.
The words I say should be something that Sendai-san is aware of.
ăIf I erase them, will you tell me the truth for sure?ă
Sendai-san says quietly and looks at me.
Tell her properly.
I know I should tell her so, but I canât.
I grabbed the sheets tightly and heard Sendai-sanâs voice.
ăI knew it, I wonât erase them. Miyagi doesnât have to tell me why either.ă
ăâŚWhy?ă
ăI want to keep the pictures. If Miyagi wants to erase them, you can. Well, if you delete them, Iâll send them to you again.ă
ăThen thereâs no point in erasing them.ă
ăThatâs right.ă
When I said this, Sendai-san took hold of my hand, which was holding the sheet.
âMiyagi,â she called, bringing her face close to mine.
Unable to close my eyes, her lips touched mine and left. Then, flopping down, Sendai-sanâs hand stuck to my neck.
ăHey, Miyagi. I want to have marks in you as well.ă
ăI donât want to. Iââă
ăâI donât belong to Sendai-san,â right? I know that much. I am Miyagiâs, but Miyagi is not mine. I only mark it to swear to you.ă
Taking my words away and saying them all at once, Sendai-san kisses me again.
ăYou donât have to put a mark on it, you can swear to it.ă
ăAt the earring?ă
ăYes.ă
ăThen let me swear on both earring and Miyagiâs body.ă
She whispers in my ear and Sendai-san kisses my earring. Then, without telling me it was okay, she turns up the hem of my hoodie and puts her hand inside.
ăI didnât say you could mark it or flip it.ă
ăIf you donât want me to turn it over, Iâll do that, but then Iâll have to leave a mark where you can see it, is that okay?ă
The palms of her hands pressed against my sides and stroked up. Her lips attach to my neck as they should, and I press her shoulders.
ăI donât want to.ă
ăI didnât hear you.ă
Her lips were pressed again against my neck and sucked lightly. The hand that had been at her side had reached under her breast and I slapped her hand over the hoodie.
ăStop it, Sendai-san.ă
ăDo you want it where you can see it or where you canât?ă
ăI donât want either.ă
ăMiyagi, say itâs okay sometimes. Let me stay by your side, even when Iâm not here, Miyagi.ă
Sendai-san crawls her lips to my neck and bites my ear.
The softly applied teeth tickled me and as I moved my body, the tip of her tongue pressed against me and I pushed her away.
ăWhat do you mean?ă
ăIf I put a mark, we can stay together until it disappears.ă
A hand, still tucked inside the hoodie, moves softly and strokes the side.
ăâŚNot if itâs out of sight.ă
If I leave Sendai-san alone at this point, sheâs likely to leave marks where I can see them, so I accept her words.
ăThen lie down.ă
I had no choice.
I really had no choice but to lie down on the bed, and Sendai-san sat down beside me.
The hem of my hoodie was turned up, and my stomach was growling. On the skin that is no longer covered, Sendai-sanâs hand crawls over my skin and follows my ribs. Her fingertips slide gently, trying to explore my body.
ăSendai-san, I didnât say you could touch me.ă
ăI was wondering where is good. Where would you like it to go, Miyagi?ă
Fingertips stroke over the navel and down the sides, and the hoodie is flipped up to the bottom of the bra.
ăIf you turn it over any further, I wonât let you leave a mark.ă
ăGot it.ă
Sendai-san says quietly, and something warm sticks to my ribs.
It was licked as if tasting it, lightly at first, then gradually sucked harder. The heat and stimulation that comes from the skin being sucked up feels good. Her hair touches my fingertips as I reach out and tug lightly.
Her lips never part.
They stick to me, sucking hard, and when I tug lightly on her hair again, they finally leave. But then the lips stick to the same spot again, and then leave. Fingertips caress the skin and lips are pressed against it as if in pursuit.
ăSendai-san, itâs done.ă
ăMiyagi would have done the same thing.ă
I looked up and tried to pull down my hoodie, regardless of Sendai-sanâs frustration, but she grabbed my hand.
ăHold on a second.ă
Sendai-san says, and a crunching sound can be heard.
ăEh? The sound just now.ă
When I hurriedly raised myself up, I saw Sendai-san holding her phone and remembered that she had placed her phone on the bed.
ăA memorabilia.ă
Sendai-san shows me the screen of her phone. There I see my stomach and the marks she has made on it, and I reach for her phone.
ăDelete it.ă
I donât want to leave a picture of my belly on someoneâs phone, although it doesnât show my face.
ăIâm not going to.ă
ăDelete it.ă
ăIf you want me to erase them, smile next to me like you did next to Utsunomiya. Then Iâll erase all the pictures Miyagi wants to be erased.ă
Sendai-san smiles so vividly that I hate it.
ăAll of it?ă
ăAll of it.ă
ăWhatâs that?ă
ăIsnât it fine, Iâll delete them.ă
Sendai-sanâs voice sounds happy and infuriating.
But it seems difficult to take the phone from her hands, and I choose not to let her take any more pictures.
ăâŚThatâs fine. From now on, donât take pictures unless I say itâs okay.ă
ăYou mean you want me to get a permit?ă
ăYes.ă
ăGot it.ă
Then Sendai-san whispered,ăI promiseăand kissed my earring.