I donât like studying that much and I am not motivated to study for exams.
And I had no intention of actively utilizing textbooks, whether they were folded or not
ăIâll make it up to you next time.ă
The culprit, creasing the textbook, says apologetically.
ăI said itâs fine.ă
I donât know what she intends to do, but making it up to me is a bit of a hassle. Textbooks donât have that kind of value.
I am more concerned about the distance between me and Sendai-san.
The room are large, but the bed are not so large. Thatâs why, we are quite close.
I would like to get away from it a little more if possible.
I canât go back any further because of the wall at my back, so I shift to the side and hold my knees.
ăBut, you know, itâs a cover, and if itâs folded, Iâd be concerned.ă
Sendai-san, who seems to be more concerned about the broken textbook than I am, complains.
ăBecause I donât mind.ă
ăEven if Miyagi doesnât care, I do, so Iâll make it up to you.ă
When it comes to this kind of push-and-pull, Sendai-san does not back down easily. Like me, she tries to get her opinion across.
And Sendai-san is more disciplined than I thought, so she is seriously going to make it up to me, and she probably will.
ăWhatever you want, just make sure itâs appropriate.ă
I broke off the conversation, not wanting to waste time on a textbook cover.
ăWell then, thatâs what Iâll do.ă
Iâm not sure what that means, but Sendai-san concludes her talk roughly. Then she kicked my leg a bit.
ăSo, Miyagi. What are you going to do now?ă
ăI donât do anything. If you want to have dinner, Iâll make one.ă
ăWhat should I do?ă
Sendai-san grunts with a face that doesnât look like sheâs thinking deeply. Then, as I remembered, I buttoned up one button on her blouse.
I have seen the second button from the top undone many times in this room, but this is the first time I have seen it fastened.
My body froze as if I were a stone statue for an action I usually donât do.
Sendai-san must not have noticed.
She was still asleep when I touched her neck.
Then why did I button up her blouse now?
It hurts like my heart is being grabbed.
I shouldnât have done that.
Because Sendai-san is not my friend, nor she is not my lover.
That was not the right thing to do to a sleeping Sendai-san.
If she was awake, good for her. If I had ordered Sendai-san not to move and did what I did, even that kind of thing would be allowed.
I donât know why I did that.
ăMiyagi, your eyebrows are in bad shape.ă
Sendai-san points at my face.
ăBecause you look scary. Look in the mirror.ă
ăIâm good. I donât want to see it.ă
I would rather run away from this place than look in the mirror. But I canât just suddenly walk out of the room.
ăYouâre not going to tell me today?ă
Sendai-san says, stretching her hands upward as if she knows nothing.
ăWhat of?ă
ăLicking you.ă
ăI wonât say it.ă
It is not a good idea to do that today.
I have a bad feeling about it.
ăI see.ă
Sendai-san touched my leg, seemingly uninterested in answering her own question.
She stroke the ankle from the tip of the foot without socks.
The fingertips touching softly on my skin tickled me and when I tried to pull my leg back, she grabbed my ankle.
ăGet off me.ă
I strongly told Sendai-san and she followed my words. But soon her fingertips move upward, and I move her hand away from holding my knee. Then she grabbed the hem of my skirt and tried to flip it up, as she should have.
ăDonât do anything strange.ă
I catch her hand and protest.
ăYour knee, just wanted to make sure the bruise was really gone.ă
ăYou donât have to check, itâs gone.ă
ăLet me see.ă
Sendai-san brushes my hand away and touches my knee.
She asked me to show her, but I wonât look.
She strokes my knee with her fingertips.
The touch is strange.
A shiver runs down my spine.
I feel weird.
ăArenât you going to look at it?ă
I protest to Sendai-san, who continues to slowly stroke my knee.
ăShould I stop?ă
She is mouthing the words she is about to say, but her hands donât stop.
ăStop it now.ă
I said strongly.
But Sendai-san wonât stop.
She ran her fingertips down from my knees and land on the balls of my feet.
She keep touching them as if I was commanding her to lick me.
A finger gently crawls along, following the veins.
It feels like ants or something are walking around on the surface of my skin and itâs disgusting. And yet, I found myself not really trying to stop Sendai-san, and I hugged my knees tightly.
ăEnd this already. Really, stop.ă
I grab Sendai-sanâs hand and pulls it away.
ăWas it a payback?ă
Because I touched her neck while she was sleeping.
I asks if this was payback for that.
ăOf what?ă
Sendai-san made a strange sound, but I donât know if it was really a voice made without understanding the meaning. But Sendai-san seemed to be enjoying herself somehow, and I felt as if she had struck a nerve.
ăYou hope this isnât payback. Give me your arm.ă
I grab her arm without waiting for a reply.
ăAn order?ă
ăItâs an order, thatâs why, you need follow what I say.ă
ăAm I going to follow you again.ă
ăItâs not like that.ă
I unbutton the sleeves of her blouse and roll it up
Between Sendai-sanâs wrist and elbow.
Iâm going to set my teeth as hard as I can on the area where I made the mark the other day.
Just in time.
When I bit down enough to chew through the skin, Sendai-san pushed my head.
ăWait, that seriously hurts.ă
I looked up as she gave me a gentle push around the nape of my neck.
ăItâs impossible. How can you bite someone with such force? You must be crazy.ă
Sendai rubs her arm and pulls down her sleeve.
ăThis is for making up for folding textbooksă
ăDonât make it up to me on your own.ă
ăItâs fine. Tooth marks disappear quickly.ă
Everything I did should just go away.
Besides, itâs an order, so thereâs no reason to complain about what I do. Even Sendai-san must not been really angry.
We have that kind of relationship, so this is fine.
ăIt hurt like hell.ă
Sendai-san says reproachfully.
ăAnd that includes the punishment for doing something weird.ă
ăItâs nothing compared to the weird things Miyagi does.ă
Sendai-san says in a slightly miffed voice and gets off the bed.