She called me to come to her room, but she was silent.
In these situations, something is going on, but I donât know what it is.
ăI thought you called me because you had something to do.ă
I ask Miyagi, who is sitting next to me, but gets no response.
She remains holding hands with the tissue-covered alligator the whole time and doesnât seem interested in me. To begin with, Miyagi has been quiet ever since she came home today. Even when we were eating dinner, she was so quiet that I was worried that something was wrong with her. She is not a talker by nature, but it is so unnatural.
ăMiyagi, if thereâs nothing else, Iâll go back to my room and do some prep work.ă
I take my back off the bed that I had been using as a backrest.
I have a part-time job tomorrow, and I want to make sure I know the scope of what Iâm going to teach KikyĹ-chan. But Iâm not in a hurry. I wish Miyagi could have held me back because itâs not too late to talk to her in this room and then do the prep work.
ăYouâre always here even when I donât need you.ă
Miyagi grabs my arm.
She is still holding hands with the crocodile, but I am relieved that there is a part of me touching her.
ăYes, but. You asked me to come all the way out here today, so I thought there was something going on.ă
You may or may not have errands, but if you donât, please tell me you donât. If Iâm not told, I am unsettled by the mixture of me thinking there might be something good and me thinking there might be something not so good.
I guess itâs more of a not good thing.
Miyagiâs mood is not so much bad as bad, but it is more fitting to think that bad things happen because he rarely speaks.
I look at Miyagi holding hands with the crocodile next to me.
She doesnât make eye contact with me.
The hand that was holding my arm leaves.
Miyagi hesitantly touched the plumeria earrings and stroked the tiny flowers with her fingertips.
For example.
Maybe.
Consider the possibilities based on Miyagiâs situation.
After thinking about many, many possibilities, I arrive at one conclusion.
ăâŚDid you pick out my earrings?ă
When I asked, Miyagi dropped her gaze to the floor.
I donât know what she is thinking when she doesnât look at me.
The hand that had been stroking my earring grabs my arm and pulls. As it does, my arm is pulled up and the sleeves of my knit are rolled up to just below my elbow. Miyagiâs hand caresses my arm, pressing around the middle of my wrist and elbow. The fingers press neither too weak nor too strong, but press gently on my arm.
Miyagi doesnât open her mouth.
When I let go of her finger without saying a word, she puts her lips on the place where I was pressing and sucks hard. Miyagi, who is supposed to manage me, apparently hasnât yet prepared the earrings.
The kissmarks that grows on my body is something that makes me feel Miyagi, but what I want now is a mark that can be seen by Utsunomiya. If I donât do something soon, Christmas will be here in a little more than a week. I want the earrings Miyagi chose for me to greet Christmas Eve peacefully.
I tug lightly on Miyagiâs hair, which is leaving marks on my arms.
Her lips pressed against my arm do not separate.
She was sucking my skin hard and strong.
I would be willing to compromise if she were to give me a pair of earrings as a Christmas present, but thereâs no way Miyagi, who seems to have little interest in the events that the world tends to float around, would do such a thing.
ăMiyagi.ă
I call out in a small voice and my lips part and I see the red mark on her arm. The mark on my body is also a marker for the mark on Miyagiâs body, and I grab her arm. But she obviously rejected it and her arm flee.
ăLend me your arm.ă
As I try to grab the escaping arm again after pulling down the rolled-up sleeve, I hear Miyagiâs gruff voice.
ăBecause there is, the earring.ă
ăEh?ă
ăHold on a second.ă
After saying this, Miyagi stood up, brought a small bag from the closet and sat down next to me.
ăI bought a pair of earrings for you, Sendai-san.ă
Always.
Miyagi, the person, is in a place beyond my comprehension.
Even now I can understand her words, but not her actions.
ăâŚMiyagi, what is this?ă
I show her the arm on which she made her mark.
ăA mark.ă
ăRight. If I have an earring, why did you put it?ă
ăI told you I didnât promise not to mark the earrings if I bought them.ă
ăThatâs true, butâŚă
ăIf youâre convinced, take off that earring youâre wearing.ă
ăThe earring, wonât you let me see it?ă
ăIâll put a mark on you. You can look at it later.ă
The arrogant Miyagi tugs at my ear as if urging me to hurry up.
Apparently, she really has no intention of showing me whatâs in the bag.
ăâŚWell, fine.ă
Miyagi is stubborn.
And I am weak to her.
The answer that can be drawn from these two is that sooner or later I will snap, and it is futile to keep asking her to show me my earrings. If she have time to keep exchanging âshow me, donât show meâ, she should quickly take off my earrings and get the new ones put on. Since Miyagi has gone to the trouble of saying something so unusual as to give me earrings, I should obey her maturely. If I miss this opportunity, I will end up being coldly told to put it on myself.
I remove my little treasure and place it on the table.
ăIs this fine?ă
ăItâs fine.ă
Miyagi replies in a small voice and carefully wipes my ears with a disinfectant solution and a cotton ball.
My earlobes are cold, reminding me of the day I got a hole in my ear.
That time, too, she wiped my ears with a cotton ball moistened with disinfectant like this.
My memories overlap with today, but today is different from that day. I gave Miyagi my ears for her birthday, and when my ears is not enough for her, I give her all of me and get proof that I belong to her.
The cold cotton leaves my ears and Miyagiâs fingers caress my pierced hole. Fingers crawl behind my ear and stroke my pierced hole again. It tickles, but I donât want to brush her hand away. I want her to touch me more.
ăMiyagi.ă
Miyagiâs lips touch my earlobe as I call out in a whisper.
The tip of her tongue snuggles against the ear, moistened with something warmer than disinfectant. Slowly her tongue crawls, nerves gather in the ears, and my senses become more acute than necessary.
The breath that blows over me almost stops me from breathing.
The tip of the tongue pressed against me makes my body hot.
I want Miyagi to hold me close and touch more than just my ears.
I really think Miyagi is terrible.
She knows how I feel when she does these things to me, but she only half-heartedly touch me and never do what I want.
ăPerhaps youâd like me to move up my promise?ă
I stroke Miyagiâs cheek and ask her a question, and her body bounces away.
A promise that she intends to wait until Christmas.
I donât mean to hasten that, but Miyagiâs all too obvious reaction makes me feel rejected.
ăIf you donât like it, donât play with it. Put my earrings on.ă
This is fine.
Miyagi doesnât dislike it.
Itâs just that she is afraid of losing her mind when she overreacts to promises. Itâs not that she donât want to be touched by me.
I tell myself and look at Miyagi.
ăIâm not playing around.ă
Miyagi again wiped my ear with a cotton ball moistened with disinfectant. She said in my ear,ăClose your eyes,ăand I honestly closed my eyes.
In the darkness, I hear a rustling sound of something being opened.
A small object touches my right ear. I feel something pass through my piercing hole and I hear a snapping sound. My left ear was put through the same little thing, and I heard a snapping sound, and then she said,ăYou can open your eyes,ăand I opened my eyes.
ăThank you for the earrings. Iâd like to take a look. Can I borrow your mirror?ă
Checking the shape of the earring just put on with my fingertips, I requested from the room owner the items I need to see my ear.
ăI donât want to.ă
ăI canât see my earrings though.ă
ăGo back to your room and look at it.ă
Miyagi says plainly and stares at me.
My ears are at the tip of her gaze.
I wish I could look into Miyagiâs eyes and see my earrings.
As I was wondering whether to return to my room with such thoughts in mind, Miyagi quietly said,
ăThe earrings I just put on are a sign that Sendai-san is mine, right?ă
ăYes.ă
ăâŚThis isnât enough.ă
I hear a small voice and Miyagiâs lips touch my neck. Then, immediately pressed hard, I pushed against her body.
ăI donât want to be told that Iâm missing a mark that I can see. What are you complaining about?ă
ăâŚI donât know.ă
ăShall I put a plaque on my forehead saying itâs from Miyagi?ă
ăThatâs not what I meant.ă
Miyagi says in a slightly low voice and bites my ear softly, not with force as usual. It tickles, and Iâm almost caught up in the feeling that it would annoy Miyagi, but Iâd rather let her do what she wants than have a mark on my neck.
Her tongue doesnât crawl over it like it did earlier.
Unreliably and gently, her teeth pinch my earlobe a few times, and her lips attach once and then separate.
ăYou feel better now?ă
Play
Unmute
Perhaps unsatisfied, Miyagi didnât say âyesâ or âno.â
Still, I didnât want her to do the same thing to me again.
ăOkay, Iâll take a picture, so help me out.ă
Before Miyagi does anything else, I took the phone that was on the table.
ăEh, I donât want to.ă
ăIâm not taking pictures of you, Miyagi. Take my picture.ă
When I activate the camera and hand the phone to Miyagi, she maturely accepts it, relieved to know that she is not being filmed. Miyagi holds up the phone and operates the screen silently.
Snap.
An electronic beep sounds and my phone is returned. I look at the screen and see a round little blue stone on my ear.
ăThis, what is this stone?ă
ăSendai-san, youâre sneaky.ă
Miyagi sounds dissatisfied.
ăSneaky?ă
ăYou told me to take a picture so you could see your earrings.ă
ăThatâs not why I did that. That doesnât matter, just tell me the name of the stone.ă
ăI donât know.ă
A low voice comes back, but there is no way the person who bought it doesnât know.
I trace my memory of the blue stones I have seen so far.
Sapphire, Aquamarine, Lapis Lazuli.
These are the only three that come to mind quickly.
Looking closely at the screen of my phone and compare it to my memory.
The blue stone on my ear is not as light in color as aquamarine. They are not as dark as lapis lazuli, nor do they appear to be speckled.
Maybe sapphire then.
I search for sapphire on my phone. But I canât see the results of my search because Miyagi interferes to take my phone away from me.
ăHey, Miyagi, just stay still for a minute. I canât check it out.ă
ăYou donât need to check it, just put your phone away.ă
ăThen I want to take a picture with you, Miyagi.ă
ăWhat, then? Absolutely not.ă
ăWhy not take at least one picture? If you take a picture of me with my earrings on, you wonât forget that I belong to you, Miyagi.ă
ăI already took it.ă
ăIt makes sense that the manager is in the picture with me.ă
I hunched over Miyagi and snapped a quick picture before she ran off.