ăWhat is the reason for a textbook, not a manga, or a novel?ă
Sendai-san says as she flips through my contemporary literature textbook.
ăInstead of lullabies. Itâll make me sleepy.ă
I say a lot of things I donât want when Iâm awake, and I regret it.
If Sendai-san had come yesterday, I would have been able to talk to her with the momentum I summoned, but today, after a day away, I am unable to spin my words properly.
In general, there was no need to call Sendai-san home just because she was confessed by someone.
ăTextbooks are lullabies, huh, and if the teacher hears them, sheâll cry.ă
Sendai-san turned around and smacked me on the head as I lay in the corner of the textbook, just like a teacher would do.
ăItâs worse if you donât teach interesting lessons.ă
I slap her arm back and a teasing voice responds.
ăBlaming others is not good.ă
ăShut up. Read it quickly.ă
ăIâll read it, though. What am I supposed to do when Miyagi goes to bed?ă
ăRead it in my sleep.ă
ăEhâ. I think Iâm getting sleepy too.ă
Sendai-san said in an unmotivated voice and plopped down on the bed.
Her hands touch my body.
Above the flank.
The hand that was on the side tickled me so much that I raised myself up and tugged at Sendai-san:s bangs.
ăSendai-san, donât go to sleep. Stay awake.ă
ăOkay, okay.ă
Okay, one more time.
Having said that, Sendai-san does not order me to say it twice, but once. Instead I urge her to read it quickly.
ăOkay, okay.ă
One short reply.
And then a pleasant voice I hear.
We were in the same class, sophomore year, and I heard her voice a lot.
I envied her voices as she read her textbooks without stagnation during class, and I wanted to read my textbooks the same way. Today, too, a clear voice sounds out the words of the textbook without misreading them.
When I close my eyes to the soothing voice, as if I am wrapped in my favorite towelette, I am isolated from the brightly lit room to the dark-colored world. Only Sendai-sanâs voice echoes in the darkness where nothing can be seen.
I feel as if I am in a classroom before spring break.
A string of characters written in a textbook flowed into Sendai-sanâs voice. The one whoâs making me sleep had me sucked into a softer voice than the teacherâs, and consciousness becomes more distant.
I found myself deep asleep, not just dozing off.
I did not dream.
I just woke up feeling like I had fallen asleep for hours.
Quiet room, gradually my head becomes clearer.
I wonder what time it is.
I get up slowly to look at the clock. However, I had to look at Sendai-sanâs face before I looked at my clock.
ăI told you not to sleep.ă
I donât know when she fell asleep, but she was sleeping next to me.
Not close enough to stick together.
Sendai-san was at the end of the bed, so there was a gap between her and me.
She has taken off her blazer and is sleeping in her socks. Her tie was loosened and two buttons of her blouse were open as usual.
Her lightly made-up face is well put together.
I would say she is beautiful.
I touch Sendai-sanâs cheek. If she had stayed up, she would have been angry that her makeup would have been ruined, but I wonât say anything now. I slide my fingertips over and stop my hand at the edge of her mouth.
These fingers have touched her lips.
It has touched the inside of hers.
The feeling of a tongue softer than a cheek comes back.
I recall Sendai-sanâs moist tongue licking off my blood.
The tongue pressed against the throbbing wound was warm. Of course, the pain did not subside just because Sendai-san licked the wound. But it felt good to me because she didnât look so good as she sipped and swallowed the blood as I commanded.
When I was bitten by the wound, the pleasant sensation quickly disappeared and the pain became more intense.
I slide my finger from the edge of the lip and touch around the middle.
I didnât feel it then, but it was soft like a marshmallow.
I huff and puff and press her lips.
Sendai-san doesnât respond.
ăSay something.ă
I think I would like to hear your voice.
I want to hear the voice that denies me.
I donât hear any voices now that would normally stop me, like telling me to stop, or saying Iâm an idiot, or whatever.
Thatâs why I canât stop my hand.
From lips to chin.
Further down.
My fingers caress the neck and reach the collarbone.
But there was no sign of Sendai-san waking up.
If I move my finger a little lower, I can directly touch the area where I was told not to put a hickey.
I hesitate, then direct my fingers over the collarbone, following the bone to the shoulder.
Her body was hot, perhaps because she was asleep, when I snuggled my palm against the straps of her bra, which was hidden inside her blouse.
It should have been time to wake up by now, but Sendai-san didnât even twitch.
My eyes go to the neck.
Another place she told me not to wear a hickey.
I canât take my eyes off it.
I remove my hands from her shoulders.
When I put my face close to her neck without unbuttoning her blouse, I could smell her sweet scent, perhaps of shampoo.
Itâs not the first scent Iâve smelled.
Itâs the same smell that came from my pillow the night Sendai-san arrived.
If I bring my face a little closer, the smell becomes stronger and my heart beats a little faster.
A little below the ear.
As I slowly touched it with my lips, the sound of my heart echoed in my head.
I press my lips tightly together as if to disguise the sound of the thumping and thudding.
I felt the soft flesh as I lightly set my teeth and I hurriedly pulled my face away.
I wipe my lips.
Scrubbed it.
As I was wiping it off as if it had just happened, she tugged at my blouse.
ăWhat are you doing?ă
When I looked next to her at the muffled voice, I saw that Sendai-san had opened her eyes thinly.
ăNothingă
I said it plainly and tried to distance myself from Sendai-san. But I couldnât get away from her as much as I wanted to because of the wall behind me.
ăAh, you were trying to do something sexual, right?ă
I donât think she have noticed.
Sendai-san was sleeping.
She just woke up so she donât know what I did.
ââI should.
ăI did not.ă
I respond clearly to Sendai-sanâs laughter in her voice.
ăYour face is red.ă
Saying this, Sendai-san extended her hand.
My cheeks are not hot.
My heart is still a little loud, but surely, my face is not red.
Her hand touches my cheek. I hit a wall as I try to back away from a hand that is warmer than usual.
Bang.
ăOuch.ă
A dull sound echoed through the room and I held my head.
I had forgotten that there was a wall behind me.
But the shock of hitting my head calmed my heart.
ăThatâs a lie, because itâs red, here.ă
I complain to Sendai-san, who is lying down, patting my head.
ăDonât be foolish.ă
ăThatâs not the point, why are you sleeping?ă
I lightly kicked Sendai-sanâs leg and blamed her for violating my order to continue reading the book.
ăI was watching Miyagi sleeping and I found myself wanting to sleep. What time is it now?ă
When asked, I looked at the clock and saw that a lot of time had passed.
ăItâs almost 8:00 PM.ă
ăI need more sleep.ă
ăWake up now.ă
I kick Sendai-sanâs leg once more. Then she got up sluggishly, and I saw a modern textbook in the area where her back had been.
ăSendai-san.ă
ăNhn? What?ă
ăItâs broken.ă
I take the textbook that had been put down by Sendai-san and shows it to her. The cover, apparently pressed in the back, was neatly creased.
ăAhhâ sorry. I fell asleep while reading it. Iâm really sorry.ă
Sendai-san apologizes with an apologetic look on her face.
ăItâs okay, I donât mind. I donât care about textbooks.ă
The cleaner the better, but I donât mind if the cover is folded.
This relationship is supposed to last one year.
But Sendai-san seems to be concerned about it.
I hear the word âsorryâ again.
ăI wonât be using it anytime soon, anyway.ă
I carefully put the folded part back and then placed the textbook on the pillow.