The usual call was refused with a different message.
Thanks to this, I am on my way to Sendai-sanâs house, following a memory that is not certain.
ăIâm out of school with a cold, so I canât make it today.ă
I only replied that I understood the fact that I could not know because we were in different classes, but in my head I could hear the sneeze of Sendai-san, whom I had met three days before.
If her sneeze on that rainy day was the reason for her absence, she could have missed a few days of school. Itâs not like I care how many days she misses. But I had never seen Sendai-san out of school before, so I was somewhat concerned that he might be okay.
Besides, it seemed painful for her to be sleeping in a house where her family did not seem to be close. I donât know which is harder when compared to the pain of staying in bed in an empty house, but it is certainly not a pleasant situation.
I know that just because I am there doesnât make it any better. But I can take at least one plastic bottle with me, or even food. I am not confident that it will be useful, but it is better than nothing.
I have spent the same time with Sendai-san for more than a year, and it is not strange for me to visit her. Even I have a human heart, so I at least worry. So itâs not crazy.
I head for her house, remembering the path I walked with Sendai-san in the past.
I remember vividly the words I exchanged with Sendai-san, but the directions are hazy. I have not been to her house once since then, which is not surprising.
But maybe itâs there.
On the way, I entered a convenience store where I stopped with Sendai-san.
I donât remember exactly, but it must be the same place.
For now, I put a plastic bottle of tea and a yogurt in the basket.
I wonder if any of these will stick to her forehead.
After some hesitation, I also tossed a cooling sheet for her forehead into the basket. Considering the relationship between Sendai-san and her mother, I feel like she need these things too.
I paid the money and leave the convenience store.
I think I might not see her even if I go there because I havenât contacted her. Still, my feet didnât stop. After walking for about five minutes, I arrived at a familiar house.
I regret it at the door.
I cannot send a message to a sick person and call her. Then, I cannot enter this house without pressing the intercom in front of you.
My father would be working at the time, and her mother might be working as well. But most likely, a mother with a less-than-ideal image will emerge. The chances of Sendai-san, a sick person, coming out are infinitesimally small.
I think I should go home, after all.
In front of the door, I see a bag from the convenience store.
Breathe in, breathe out.
I press the intercom just once and if she doesnât answer, I decide to leave.
I place my index finger on the push button and exert myself.
The chime rings and it is quiet.
No one answers.
Maybe everyone is at work and no one is home except Sendai-san.
I guess, I should go home.
Just as I was about to turn my back on the front door, I heard a womanâs voice over the intercom that is not Sendai-san. It was the first time I had heard her voice, but I was sure it was Sendai-sanâs mother.
I felt like turning around and going home.
But as a high school student, I canât just press the chime and run back home. When I slurred and told her that I had come to visit her, the front door opened and Sendai-sanâs mother, whom I had seen on summer vacation, came out. I hear an unfriendly voice telling me to go up, I thank her and head for Sendai-sanâs room.
Up the stairs, on the front side of two lined doors.
I almost knock and stop my hand.
Here I am, and I am having my biggest regret of the year.
I just kind of, kind of came here, but I didnât even call her here. Sendai-san may be angry that I came to her house without permission, and she may not let me in her room.
I shouldnât have pressed the intercom.
I decide to leave the convenience store bag and hang the bag on the doorknob. However, perhaps because of my nervousness, as soon as I put the bag on, the plastic bottle in the bag hit the door and made a thumping sound. It was quite a loud noise, and while I was wondering what to do, the door opens.
ăâŚWhy is Miyagi here?ă
I didnât call out to her, but Sendai-san, dressed in her pajamas, came out of her room and said.
ăIâm on my way home now.ă
I turn my back to Sendai-san.
ăEh, wait. What the hell is this?ă
ăItâs nothing, donât worry about it.ă
I answered without turning around and tried to go down the stairs, but she grabbed me by the hem of my uniform and pulled me down. Perhaps it was the cold, but she had no strength. But I stopped in my tracks, not feeling comfortable with the idea of forcibly shaking off a sick person and running away.
ăItâs funny how you tell me not to worry about it. How can you be in my house if itâs nothing? I mean, what is this? Did Miyagi bring it?ă
Sendai-san points to a convenience store bag on the doorknob.
ăThatâs for you, Sendai-san.ă
ăâŚThanks. Maybe, if you bring something like this, it means you came to visit me?ă
ăNot that Iâm saying that.ă
ăThatâs not what you came for?ă
Thatâs why I came, but I donât want to say thatâs why I came. Then I had to shut up and I kept my mouth shut.
The unfamiliar hallway suddenly became quiet, and Sendai-san said in dismay.
ăAt any rate, go into my room.ă
Sendai-san grabs my uniform and removes the convenience store bag from the doorknob. I canât veto the word âcome in.â With the hem of my uniform taken hostage, I enter Sendai-sanâs room, dragging my heavy feet.
The bookshelf and the bed.
And a desk.
Thereâs no clutter.
In a room that has not changed much from summer vacation, a large piggy bank can be seen on top of a chest. It was a piggy bank, a common sight where one can save hundreds of thousands of yen with 500-yen coins, which was not there when I was here before.
When I looked at Sendai-san, she was indeed not wearing makeup today. Her hair wasnât even braided.
But she is wearing the necklace.
And I donât know if it wasnât in the house or if the fever had broken, but her head wasnât cold.
ăMiyagi. Go sit down around there. Iâll get you something.ă
ăIf itâs drinks and food, theyâre in that bag.ă
When I approached Sendai-san, who had placed a convenience store bag by her bed, she checked the contents of the bag.
ăIâll get Miyagi something.ă
I stop Sendai-san as she is about to leave the room.
ăI donât want it. Go back to sleep. You have a cold. Besides, Iâll be home soon.ă
ăSoon.ă
ăI can leave now.ă
Sendai-san sits on the bed, as if she thought I would leave while she was out of the room.
ăIâve slept too much, I canât sleep anymore, and I need someone to talk to.ă
ăThereâs nothing to talk about.ă
ăThen, I donât care if you shut up. If you stay a little longer.ă
Sendai-san says quietly.
Her voice is the same as usual, but she looks so sickly in her pajamas and without makeup that it seems terribly wrong to just leave.
ăHowâs your fever.ă
ăStill there.ă
ăYour head, if you cool it. Itâs in there.ă
I sit down a short distance from the bed and point to a convenience store bag containing a cooling sheet.
ăMiyagi should put it up.ă
ăPut it up yourself. You could do that even if you had a cold.ă
ăArenât you cold to the sick?ă
ăYou have a fever, and being cold is just fine.ă
Although I did not affirm the word âsympathy,â there was no doubt that I had come to check on Sendai-san But I donât think I need to go out of my way to be nice.
ăYou could have at least listened to me today.ă
Sendai-san then tossed the box containing the cooling sheets toward me.