It was a little over two hours until the end roll.
I watch it without getting up from my seat until the very end.
Sendai-san next to me also did not get up from her seat until the very end.
It is incompatible with people who leave without seeing the end roll. Sometimes extra footage is shown at the end of the end roll, and I am glad that Sendai-san is a person who watches to the end, because I want to enjoy the aftermath of the movie.
At first I couldnât concentrate on the movie, but as time went by, I didnât care about Sendai-san next to me.
While watching a movie, I donât have to speak no matter who is next to me, I can only look forward. This allowed me to concentrate on following the story, even though I was in the middle of it.
ăMiyagi, did you enjoy it?ă
As soon as the building brightens up, Sendai-san smiles at me.
ăI did enjoy it.ă
I answered shortly and got up from my seat.
The movie was not faithful to the original story, but I think it was good enough to say that it was interesting. But I donât know how Sendai-san felt about it. I donât remember her telling me about a movie she enjoyed, so I couldnât predict whether the story was to her liking.
ăHow about Sendai-san?ă
When I asked her as we walked, she said without changing her expression.
ăI enjoyed it.ă
ăReally?ă
She didnât look bored or sound like she was lying, but Sendai-sanâs attitude didnât sit right with me, so I asked her back.
ăItâs true. I think it was interesting.ă
Sendai-san, in a cheerful voice, listed several scenes and gave her impressions. Then she stopped after saying it was interesting once more.
ăWhat are we going to do now? Do you want to stop somewhere?ă
In front of the movie theater, Sendai-san asks me for my opinion to decide the way forward.
ăWhere is somewhere?ă
I have not decided what to do after watching the film.
I hadnât thought about it, so I would have to ask back.
ăIâm going to look at clothes and things like that.ă
ăI donât think Sendai-san and I have the same interests.ă
ăIf Miyagi wants to see it, just wear whatever you like in there.ă
ăI donât have any clothes I want to see.ă
Clothes are made for what is in the closet.
There are no clothes that I want, and I felt that I would not have time to go looking at clothes with Sendai-san.
ăWell, do you want something to eat?ă
Sendai-san laughs softly and looks at me.
ăOkay, but what are we going to eat?ă
ăIâd like something light. What do you want to eat?ă
ăSendai-san decides.ă
ăOkay then. Miyagi likes sweets, right?ă
It can be whatever you like, Sendai-san.
Thatâs what I meant when I told her to decide where she wanted to go, but she didnât seem to get the message. Sendai-san is trying to make the destination more to my liking.
Not that there is anything wrong with that.
If it had been Maika and the others, they would have honestly told me what they wanted to eat.
But I would not be happy if Sendai-san told me now.
I know why.
Itâs because Sendai-san is so kind and smiles all the time.
Sendai-san here is no different from the Sendai-san I see at school.
She smiles and speaks in a cheerful voice.
I feel like she is now a classmate I had never talked to before I started 2nd year, a classmate who may or may not even recognize me. Sendai-sanâs impression of me at the meeting place was not wrong.
This Sendai-san is not the Sendai-san I know.
ăSorry. I guess, I still donât want to eat yet.ă
I set my destination as the station platform and start walking.
ăWait, Miyagi. Where are you going?ă
If this were my room, I would hear a disgruntled voice, but the voice that follows me remains gentle.
I feel bad.
My stomach is upset and I feel like Iâm going to spit out what I ate at lunch, so I speed up my steps.
ăIâm going home.ă
I tell her without looking back.
ăAlready? Isnât too early?ă
ăItâs not that early.ă
Sendai-san, who just goes along with me, is boring.
It is not fun to be with this kind of Sendai-san.
ăWell, can I stop by Miyagiâs house? We still have time.ă
With that, Sendai-san grabbed my arm. I turned around and saw her with a smile pasted on her face.
ăI wonât stop by if you donât want to, but we can leave together.ă
ăWhy?ă
ăWhy, I mean, even if we donât stop at Miyagiâs house, we take the same train and go in the same direction on the way home. Why donât you just go home with me? Weâre âfriendsâ today.ă
Sendai-san seemed to be still âplaying friendâ and would not let go of my arm.
What she says is not so crazy.
My house and Sendai-sanâs house are rather close, so it is only natural that we would go home together. But if we were to return together, there would be no point in having the meeting place far enough away that we wouldnât bump into anyone we knew.
ăThatâs right, but I donât want anyone to see me.ă
ăItâs Obon right now, and everyone will be at a relativeâs house, so you wonât run into each other.ă
Sendai-san tugs on my arm, saying irresponsibly.
ăThatâs why, letâs go home together.ă
With that said, Sendai-san starts to drag me along, so I have no choice but to walk next to her.
I think itâs better than Sendai-san, who seemed to have no intention of doing anything on her own until a while ago.
She is a bit pushy and tries to get her point across.
I donât like that attitude, but it is better than Sendai-san who is like a puppet. But I still didnât feel good because I never cracked a smile.
As we walked, Sendai-san said something to me.
She kept talking to me about something whether or not I was phasing her in or out, and kept talking to me while I was waiting for the train on the platform and after I got on the train.
The train runs with a clang, clang.
The scenery drifts by and we move closer to home.
The dazzling city and the vivid greenery drift away and turn into familiar landscapes. Sendai-sanâs voice, which Iâm sure I donât dislike, is not in my head, even though I should be able to hear it. It mingles with the noise that floods the car and fades away.
Sendai-san gets off the train at the platform, and I get off too.
We walked out into the city, surrounded by tall buildings, and continued on our familiar path.
On the way home from a visit to Sendai-sanâs house, she is walking next to me all the way, as I thought we would never walk side by side again. But I canât talk about it, or even try to.
I hate this kind of atmosphere.
My mouth gets heavy along with my feelings and doesnât move well. When I try to force myself to speak, a film of air clings to me and tries to cover my mouth. I think even Sendai-san would find it boring to be with me in a bad mood.
But she walked next to me the whole time and we never parted on the way.
ăIn the end, you came all the way home.ă
I offer Sendai-san, who is naturally in the room, a cup of cold barley tea, then sit down next to her and drink a glass of cider.
ăMy friend, are you going to turn me away?ă
ăYouâre still playing friend with me, arenât you?ă
ăWeâre friends for the day, right?ă
Sendai-san, with her back against the bed, says with a smile pasted on her face.
She seems like a good person, and a jerk.
I am sure that Sendai-san realizes that there is no point in pretending to be a friend anymore. âPretendingâ is âpretendingâ no matter how far it goes, and it will never become a fact.
ăSendai-san. Did you really enjoy the movie we just saw? If you say weâre friends, tell me the truth.ă
I donât care what she thought of the movie, but I donât want to be lied to. There is no point in continuing to play the friend game, but if she says we are friends, I think she should at least answer me this.
I look at Sendai-san.
She exhales a small breath, having been talking earlier.
ăâŚI knew you were trying to make me cry and it bothered me. I think the manga was better.ă
Without making eye contact, but in a gentle voice, Sendai-san said.