ăPut it up for me. Iâm a sick person, you know?ă
Sendai-san says, as if it were a natural right.
Normally, I would throw back the box containing the cooling sheets and shoo her away, telling her to do it herself.
I would like to do the same today, but what I see in front of me is a sick person, just as she said.
When I think of that, I canât do as I usually do.
Itâs out of tune.
At least, I wish she looked a little more energetic.
Sendai-sanâs voice was gravelly and sounded like she had a cold. And itâs hard to keep her cold because I went out of my way to ask if she had a fever.
I pick up the box and approach the bed.
ăHere, you can sit down.ă
Sendai-san, sitting on the edge of the bed, taps next to her.
I donât mean to say that I catch a cold, but what happened in this room during the summer vacation comes to mind. That day, Sendai-san licked my feet as I sat on the bed, even though she had not given the order.
I donât think she would do the same thing today, but it gives me reason to hesitate to sit on the bed.
ăMiyagi, have a seat.ă
As I was unsure of what to do, Sendai-sanâs words changed from soft to forceful.
I could put a cooling sheet on it while standing, but I think it would be too noisy if I didnât do what she said. Today, she is trying to make the most of her position as a sick person.
I have no choice but to sit next to Sendai-san at a little distance and open the box.
ăIâll put it up, turn around.ă
When I showed her the cooling sheet I had taken out, she turned to me plainly. However, she did not show her forehead. As I reached up to lift her bangs, which were only in the way, she grabbed my hand.
Itâs hot.
The heat that is transmitted to the back of my hand is a telltale sign that she have a cold, and it frightens me for a moment. The hand is pulled hard and the cooling sheet falls onto the bed.
The distance between me and Sendai-san closes, and our lips touch as if we were bumping into each other.
Like her hands, hee lips are hotter than usual.
The tip of her tongue enters my mouth without hesitation.
It was still hot and scalding, and I had no choice but to accept it. Just a hot tongue moves to explore my mouth and try to tease my tongue.
I bite, push it away, and Sendai-sanâs body temperature is too high for me to complain. The hand that holds me, the lips that touch me, and the soft tongue are so hot that I canât escape.
I wish I could get away.
But I donât hate it so much.
The heat that is being transmitted is preventing me from making proper decisions.
I donât intend to respond to her moving tongue, but I donât think I want to drive her away. I donât even know how long Iâve been kissing her because her lips keep overlapping and it feels so good.
My sense of time has disappeared, and my mind is occupied only with Sendai-san.
I canât breathe well, and itâs painful.
I escape from the overlapping hands and grab her pajamas, and Sendai-san slowly moves away. She almost yanked her pajamas out of my grasp and complained deceptively.
ăâŚNow was definitely not the time to kiss.ă
ăMiyagi came up to me.ă
ăI let myself get close to you. And donât do anything else, Sendai-san. Besides, the kiss like you just did is disgusting.ă
I was a fool to listen to her because she was sick.
If I was nice to her for a moment, she would immediately do something like this to me.
I didnât hate it enough to complain, but I didnât want her to kiss me anymore.
ăYou need to be a little softer with your words. Youâre hurting me.ă
ăI donât. If itâs going to hurt, then you shouldnât have done what you did.ă
ăâŚâŚAre you really mad at me?ă
I donât think my tone was harsh. However, I could hear the anxiety in Sendai-sanâs voice, who usually does not care whether I am angry or in a bad mood.
Maybe the fever is making her feeble.
It really throws me off kilter.
I feel like Iâve done something wrong when people say this to me.
I told Sendai-san that I felt bad, but that was a lie, and I have gotten used to kissing like that. I think I may have said too much to a sick person. So, I will deny Sendai-sanâs words, if not retract my previous statement.
ăIâm not angry, but Iâm in a bad mood.ă
ăThen, an exchange. You can order me around.ă
ăWhat, then? I wonât give orders.ă
ăWhy?ă
ăDo I look like the worst bunch to give orders to a sick person?ă
I want to give orders, but I am not so impersonal as to give orders to someone with a fever. Compared to Sendai-san, who takes advantage of her position as a sick person, I am a decent human being, and today I am willing to do what Sendai-san says at least a little bit.
ăIâm okay with Miyagi being the worst.ă
ăDonât keep saying weird things, you should get some sleep.ă
I pushed on Sendai-sanâs shoulder. But she didnât lie down and coughed.
ăSee, your cold is getting worse. Go back to bed.ă
ăI canât sleep.ă
Sendai-san says, coughing.
ăNormally, I donât think I would kiss you if you had a cold that made you cough. If I catch a cold, itâs Sendai-sanâs fault.ă
ăI kissed you because I wanted to be depressed. Miyagi, get a cold.ă
Sendai-san says something I canât believe my ears and tugs at the sleeve of my uniform.
ăIsnât that awful? I donât like sleeping alone with a cold.ă
I usually donât know what sheâs thinking, but today, perhaps because of her fever, Iâm even more confused. No sane person would ever say they wanted to give someone a cold, nor had anyone ever said such a thing to me before.
ăIâll go take care of you.ă
ăItâs fine if you donât.ă
ăIf you want, I can stay over and take care of you.ă
ăI will never let you stay. I donât know what you will do, Sendai-san. Go sleep already.ă
Today Sendai-san is not interested in listening to me.
I donât want her to push me to take care of her, and I donât want her to stay at my house. I donât think she will actually come to stay, but I think we should avoid any potential mistakes, even if she was joking.
ăMiyagi, youâll go home after I sleep, right?ă
Sendai-san makes an unusually sultry sound.
I swallow the sigh that is about to come out.
I canât be too cold, and dealing with sick people is a bit troublesome.
ăIf I stayed until you fall asleep, youâd be having a sweet time.ă
ăYou should be nicer to the sick.ă
ăMore than this?ă
ăYes.ă
ăIf you want me to be so nice to you, donât go the extra mile.ă
ăYou donât have to go the extra mile to be nice.ă
Thatâs disturbing.
Today I think I am being kind to Sendai-san for going the extra mile. But even if I told her that, she would not understand me now. I pick up the cooling sheet I dropped, take a yogurt out of the convenience store bag, and hand it to Sendai-san.
ăJust eat this and stay quiet.ă
ăâŚThank you.ă
The yogurt is accepted with open arms and the lid is peeled off with a periphonal motion. Then, a bite or two is taken into her mouth.
ăMiyagi, stay here a little longer. Iâm sure Iâll get over my cold quickly.ă
ăIâm not a cold remedy.ă
ăI know.ă
ăDonât act like an idiot, go to sleep after you eat.ă
ăLike I said, Iâve slept too much to sleep.ă
ăStill, go to sleep.ă
ăThen Iâll sleep when Miyagi kisses me.ă
Her hand stops eating yogurt.
A spoon is placed on the container and her fingertips brush my lips.
Mr. Sendaiâs body temperature remains the same.
It was as hot as ever.
But the heat from her fingertips was comforting. I wanted her to touch me more, so I caught her fingertips caressing my lips. I almost put my face close to it and let out a small breath.
ăSendai-san, youâre in too good a shape. You donât have to sleep, just lie down.ă
I took up the yogurt she was about to eat and place it on the table.
She almost misunderstand when she asks for a kiss, as if it were a matter of course, but I didnât come here to do that.
I take a cooling sheet from the box and affix it to Sendai-sanâs forehead, who looks as if she wants to complain.
ăItâs cold.ă
ăIf itâs warm, itâs defective.ă
ăWell, thatâs true, butâŚă
ăAnd if you donât sleep, Iâm leaving.ă
When I declared in a voice not as cold as that of a cooling sheet, Sendai-san thought for a moment and then said, ăThenâŚă
I donât have a very good feeling about it.
Still,ăWhat?ăI ask back, and a quiet voice comes back.
ăGive me your hand, and Iâll sleep.ă
ăMy hand?ă
ăYes.ă
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ăI hope thatâs enough.ă
I accept the proposal, which is milder than a kiss, and Sendai-san, apparently satisfied with my response, lies down on the bed. She held out her hand as if urging me to do so, and I laid my own hand on top of hers.
ăDo you enjoy holding hands with me?ă
When I ask her to shake her hand, which is still hot, she squeezes it back.
ăFair enough.ă
After saying this, Sendai-san slowly closed her eyes.