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The midterm test was a mess.
I dislike studying, but before a test, I at least open a textbook and make an effort to memorize formulas and year numbers. Of course, even this time I opened the textbook and tried to memorize it. But I just did, and it didn’t enter my head at all.
Thanks to this, my grades, which were not particularly good but not particularly bad, dropped.
The reason lies with Sendai-san.
I couldn’t get through my studies because of what happened to me before the test.
But now that it is June and the change of clothes to summer clothes is over, Sendai-san, now lighter, is reading a magazine beside me with a nonchalant look on her face. With frivolous words like “look pretty” and “lose weight” lining the cover, it looked like the same kind of thing she had bought when I handed 5,000 yen to Sendai-san, who had apparently forgotten her wallet at the bookstore.
I am not sure.
After the kiss, Sendai-san, who is not my friend, became something more unfamiliar.
『I said it’s only awkward at first.』
It was Sendai-san who said so, but she didn’t seem to feel any awkwardness even though it was the first time she had called me since then.
I shouldn’t have called her.
I put the manga I was reading back on the shelf and bring in a new book.
Nothing good happened today, but nothing bad either.
Still, I called Sendai-san.
I didn’t want her to think that I stopped calling her because I kissed her, and I thought I could see her looking like that was nothing, but I am already beginning to regret it.
I drink a cider and put the bed on my back.
As usual, Sendai-san is close by.
「Do you like these magazines?」
Sendai-san, who had been turning pages at a speed that made it difficult to tell whether she was reading or just looking, glances up and asks.
「I don’t like them.」
「I thought you liked these magazines because you kept looking at them.」
「I haven’t seen them, and I’m not interested in those magazines.」
I know from her light voice and slightly raised corners of her mouth that she is teasing me, and I answer her curtly.
「I don’t like them much either.」
「You went to the trouble of buying it and reading it?」
「Yeah, I go out of my way to buy magazines I don’t really like.」
She said monotonously, and Sendai-san closed the magazine.
I understand why she was not an avid reader, but it doesn’t reveal why she buy magazines she don’t like. But I can speculate based on her friendships.
The buoyant catchphrase that adorns the cover is one that Ibaraki-san seems to like.
It seems that it’s hard to be beautiful on all sides.
I think I would be a little more at peace if she could show her beauty in all directions in front of me. But if Sendai-san were like that, I would not have invited her to this room for such a long time.
「Ah, right. How was your test?」
Sendai-san asks while sipping barley tea.
I don’t want to say it wasn’t good.
I never want to say why the result was not good, because she might imagine why it was not good.
「Just normal. How about Sendai-san?」
「It’s just the normal for me. Tell me your average score.」
「Why do I have to say that? If you’re going to ask someone, you should say it first.」
「It’s okay. Take my bag. It has the test papers that came back today.」
Sendai-san then touches my arm.
The uniform was changed from a combined uniform to a summer uniform, and the blouses were short-sleeved.
Due to the lack of cloth to shield her hands, heat is transmitted directly to my skin. The bag was near me and my body almost froze in my hands which only meant to take it quickly.
It’s ridiculous.
I let out a small breath and push back Sendai-san’s hand.
「I don’t need to see it, I know you’re scoring well.」
「It was not good. Just ordinary.」
「I mean, the normal for a smart person means good to me.」
「That’s not true. My bag, just get it.」
Sendai-san taps my arm again with a pop.
Maybe she doesn’t care about test scores.
She’s just trying to be funny and show it to me because I say I won’t watch it.
She does all those things.
I take the magazine from Sendai-san’s lap and toss it toward her bag.
「Go get it.」
If you want to get the bag, just go ahead and get it.
「Okay, okay. It’s an order, right?」
Sendai-san, who never listens to my repeated requests for a single response,「Let’s go,」stands up and grabs the magazine. But it was never handed to me.
「If you try doing your hair like this…」
Sendai-san flips through the pages to reveal a girl with loosely curled hair.
The hairstyle presented is cute, but I don’t think it looks good on me.
「Do you want me to do it for you?」
The memory comes back to the hand that was extended to me as I said this.
Before kissing me, Sendai-san touched my hair.
Softly and gently.
I tell her,「You don’t have to,」before her hands touch my hair.
I don’t know if this current behavior was done consciously or unconsciously, but I feel that Sendai-san is touching me a lot today.
I think she is teasing me because she does these things.
Even when I kissed her, it was teasing me.
I don’t think she likes me, but she made me order her to do it.
I don’t think she hated me, and I don’t think she made fun of me. However, I do not know why Sendai-san insisted on kissing.
One thing is clear: Sendai-san is treating me good. I had a desire to touch her, and unlike at school, I don’t dislike Sendai-san, who doesn’t wear a catsuit. But these things are very frustrating.
I look at Sendai-san.
I see a little brown hair that the teacher misses.
Her ears are out.
「Those piercings, you don’t have them. You look like you do.」
Sendai-san is not the flamboyant type, but it is not surprising that she wears earrings. Ibaraki-san, who is always with her, has a piercing and is often upset with the teacher.
「I don’t want to be noticed by the teacher. You don’t do it, Miyagi?」
「I don’t.」
When I answered shortly and tugged at her earlobe, which could have been pierced, Sendai-san looked surprised.
I crawled my fingers behind the ear.
「I’m ticklish, but…」
「Then don’t move as you are.」
Today, I’m not going to let her order me around.
I will do what I want to do, as I want to do it.
I slowly slid my index finger down to touch the base of his ear, and Sendai-san grabbed my arm.