And after what she did I should answer the question.
But,ăwhy?ăcanât I answer this question. Iâd be more than happy to know why I did that.
ăMiyagi, answer me.ă
Silently urged, I peel off her hand that is stuck to my neck.
ăOur mouths touched, but we didnât kiss.ă
ăI donât think my mouth would touch these places if I were normal.ă
ăThe answer, you know the answer. Itâs because you werenât being normal.ă
Sendai-san is right.
If things were normal, there is no way my lips would touch her sleeping neck.
However, I cannot explain my actions. I didnât do it for any reason, and if there was a reason, it was somewhere I wasnât aware of it.
I close my textbook to escape Sendai-sanâs gaze.
Now, if I command,ăDonât ask me any more questions,ăI can force an end to this awkward moment.
ăIâm not doing anything more than that. Are you convinced?ă
When I add without looking at Sendai-san as if I were making an excuse to the teacher, she tugs at the sleeve of my blouse. When I tried to avert my eyes from looking at Sendai-san, whom I did not want to see, she looked at me very seriously and said she donât want to see me.
ăHow about now? Do you want to touch me?ă
I donât understand why you decided to ask that.
And I donât know if she were satisfied with my answer.
She is still strange in her distance, she is still close to me and continues to hold the sleeve of my blouse. I want to move away a little more, but the air is filled with the feeling that if I donât answer, the blouse wonât let go.
ăIs that an order to answer?ă
ăItâs Miyagi that gives the orders, isnât it? This is just asking a question.ă
ăIf I ask you to touch you, will you let me?ă
ăWhere do you want to touch it?ă
ăWho said you canât ask a question until after youâve answered it?ă
ăBecause it depends on Miyagiâs answer.ă
She will let me touch her in some places.
I think thatâs what she mean.
But why?
I canât think straight, because Sendai-san always says things I wouldnât say.
Answer.
If I say where.
Maybe she are just teasing me.
In the first place, do I want to touch Sendai-san now?
Various things float around in my head and then disappear like bubbles in cider. Fragments of memories pop up together, reminding me of Sendai-san, who was asleep in bed.
I also touched Sendai-sanâs lips that day.
Before touching her neck, I traced her lips with my fingertips, and they were soft like marshmallows.
I reach out to Sendai-san.
I didnât answer her question, but she didnât run away, as if my intentions were understood. The sleeve of my blouse, which had been gripped, is released and my fingertips touch her lips without any obstruction.
I knew it, they are still soft.
With a light push, Sendai-san licked my fingers and I hastily withdrew my hand.
ăTell me what you want me to do.ă
Sendai-san says in a slightly low voice.
But it is up to me to decide when and what I will order you to do.
It is not up to Sendai-san to decide.
ăMiyagi.ă
Names are called strongly, as if to encourage them to give orders.
It is upsetting to be told and ordered to do something, and it is strange to be ordered to give an order to Sendai-san.
I think so, but I had to say it.
ăâŚYour eyes, close it.ă
ăAlright.ă
Wrong.
If she knew what the order meant, shs would have complained. But Sendai-san closed her eyes. There was no way she could have known what would happen next, but she followed orders.
I touch her cheek.
There are her eyes, her nose, her mouth.
However, Sendai-san, who has a slightly better arrangement of those things than others, has a well-defined face, though not as well-developed as a model or an idol. You can say that she is beautiful.
If it were true, Sendai-san would never come to my house, nor would she listen to my orders. If we were in different classes like we are now, I would be forgotten and not even remembered.
I had no contact with her until I gave her 5,000 yen at the bookstore.
So this is something that should not have happened.
I could not understand why Mr. Sendai closed her eyes.
If I approached her, she might open her eyes and laugh at me, wondering if I took her seriously. I know Iâm not the kind of person who would do such a thing, but I canât wrap my head around the impossible situation.
Even so, my body is getting closer to Sendai-san
I found that the distance between our lips was less than five centimeters.
My heart aches.
I canât breathe in and out well.
I think I forgot how to breathe.
I touch the edge of her lips with the thumb of my hand on her cheek.
Sendai-san doesnât move.
I come a little closer and I close my eyes as well.
ââIâm not sure I can really touch you.
I pushed her shoulder, thinking that if I kissed her, Sendai-san might stop coming to this room.
ăSorry. You should go home today.ă
ăEh?ă
Sendai-san opened her eyes.
ăMiyagi?ă
I pull her hand, which she sounds surprised to hear, to stand up and let her carry her bag. I open the door and push her back.
I donât know what is the right thing to do now, and I canât think of anything. There may be a better way than asking them to leave, but I donât have the time to find that way right now. Besides, I didnât want Sendai-san to see my face.
Donât look back, I want you to leave.
ăWaitâă
Sendai-san, who apparently had no intention of leaving without telling me, tried to turn around, but I forcefully took her out of the room and to the entrance.
ăSorry. Weâll be in touch again.ă
Why, or, do we need to talk about it, or something?
Sendai-san says a lot of things, but I canât get them into my head.
Anyway, I put on her shoes and kick her out the front door.
ăMiyagi. Open this up.ă
I hear a knock on the door.
But I donât intend to open it.
If I open it, she will be absolutely furious.
Normally I would walk her downstairs, but today I canât.
ăMiyagiâă
On the other side of the door, Sendai-san is calling me.