I stare at my uniform.
Blazer and skirt.
And a blouse.
The order is to hide an eraser in the uniform, but no matter how many times I look at it, the only place I can hide an eraser is in my pocket. Itâs not impossible to hide it in a sock, but Iâm sure she will find out soon enough.? In necktie would impossible, and there is no tape to attach it to the back of the collar. Even if there were, it would be too obvious.
Thereâs a limited space of hiding this.
Even Miyagi knows that, so this game is one that I am bound to lose. I think she wants to see my reaction by touching my body while pretending to look for an eraser, or something like that.
It is not called a game to begin with, nor is it said that there is a penalty for losing, though.
Iâm just going to hide it properly and fudge Miyagi.
I put a used eraser in the right pocket of my blazer.
It is easy to hide it in any pocket, so hide it in a place where it is easy to retrieve.
ãI hid it. You can turn around.ã
When I called Miyagi, she quietly turned around and stared at me.
The pockets are slightly bulging, so itâs not like you canât find your eraser stash. In fact, Miyagiâs gaze stopped for a moment around my right pocket. She silently approached me and began to check my body over my blazer like some inspector does on TV.
I knew it.
This is what she thought.
Miyagi mechanically touches my shoulders and back.
Not to say that I am uncomfortable, but I am not open-minded enough to say that I find it amusing to have my body touched by sticky hands. But itâs over the blazer, so it doesnât bother me that much.
Miyagiâs hand unnaturally avoids the pocket and touches my skirt.
She strokes the hip bone area and taps my thighs to find the eraser. But thereâs no way itâs there, so her hand finally finds its way to my skirt pocket.
After softly patting the top of the pocket, Miyagi turns behind me.
I tried to turn around to see what he was doing, but Miyagiâs hand was in my pocket before I could.
Is it because itâs hard to get at it from the front?
When I was convinced that this was the case, I felt a rustling of hands and involuntarily grabbed Miyagiâs arm.
ãHand, donât move them.ã
The fabric that makes up the pockets is thin compared to the fabric of the skirt.
The hand that carefully checked me, even though I knew the eraser was not there, felt weird, like she was directly touching my leg.
ãYou canât tell unless you move it.ã
ãYou usually know the moment you put it in.ã
ãIâm not grasping it.ã
An unheard-of Miyagi tries to move her hand and I force it out of my pocket.
I knew this would happen.
Maybe it was payback.
She is getting back at me for teasing her by calling her names below and licking her fingers. I donât know what she will do to me now, but it certainly wonât be pleasant for me.
ãCan we stop now?ã
ãNo.ã
Miyagi then stood in front of me and unbuttoned my blazer.
Itâs expected that she wonât stop, and itâs expected that sheâll unbutton my blazers. Still, my body stiffens reflexively.
Miyagi opens the front of my blazer wide and looks at my blouse, which she must know is missing an eraser. Her gaze moves from top to bottom. Her right hand reaches out and touches my side.
I pushed Miyagiâs arm as she stroked me in a probing manner.
It tickled.
The blouse is such thin fabric, although I can stand it over a blazer. Every time her hand moves, it creeps up on me, and itâs in a place I donât like to be touched. But instead of stopping his hand, Miyagi presses down hard on it.
I was pinched on the side like a piece of bread, and my body jerked. I noticed that her left hand was also stroking a little above the hip bone.
ãAre you weak there, your flanks?ã
Miyagi says in an obviously amused tone.
ãItâs not that Iâm weak, it was just ticklish.ã
ãThat means youâre weak over there.ã
Miyagiâs fingertips slowly stroke up the side.
My blouse rubs against her blouse and I cringes.
Her fingertips went to my back, fingernails clawing at my blouse as if writing letters.
I grab Miyagiâs arm.
The way I touch her is different from before.
Her facial expression was the same as usual, but the way she touched me was not the way a friend touches another. There is a different sensation from that of Umina and the others who are jostling and touching me.
I donât care if itâs the emotionless touch I had earlier.
It seems like itâs just a game.
But I think this is a bad idea.
ãStop tickling me.ã
I put strength into the hand that grabs her arm.
ãOkay, Iâll find it somewhere else. Let go of me.ã
ãI can let you go, but if you do the same, Iâll slap you.ã
ãI thought violence was against the rules?ã
Miyagi says quietly.
I know that without being told, and I donât want to slap someone else.
ãDefinitely look somewhere else.ã
After reminding her, I took my hand away, but Miyagi did not do the same.
Instead, her free hand slipped into the breast pocket of my blouse.
I remember what was done to me in my skirt pocket.
ãYou do realize itâs not there, right?ã
Kicking Miyagiâs leg, I protest.
I donât want to be touched by a blouse, an unreliable piece of cloth.
ãSendai-san, itâs against the rules. And, if I donât check, Iâll never know if youâre really hiding it.ã
ãItâs irritating.ã
Miyagiâs voice sounds like sheâs having fun, which really pisses me off.
ãItâs okay. Now that I know itâs not there, Iâll look elsewhere.ã
I donât know whatâs okay, but her hand goes out of my breast pocket.
ãJust get it over with. The answer, itâs obvious.ã
Iâm done with these games.
I knew it, but there is no good in continuing.
ãHang out with me a little longer.ã
ãThereâs more?ã
ãTake off your necktie.ã
ãHa?ã
Unconsciously uttered words are swept away and the tie was removed by Miyagi. Then her hand touched my neck without hesitation.
The palms of her hands tightly adhere to the skin without any gaps.
Miyagiâs hands are burning hot.
Perhaps I am having a fever myself, but I am not sure. The boundary between myself and Miyagi seems to have blurred, but that may be because that is where her lips touched me.
ãShiori.ã
I call Miyagi by the name she told me not to and put my own hand on hers.
ãDonât, call me like that.ã
Miyagi slid off the hand that was almost adhered to my neck, wrinkled her brow, and glared at me angrily.
Her bitter face lightens my feelings, which had begun to grow heavy.
Miyagi should be in a bit of trouble.
ãShall I call you like that again?ã
The wrinkles between Miyagiâs eyebrows deepen as she asks softly.
I donât know why, but it seems that for her it is unpleasant to hear me call her name.
ãShut up.ã
Miyagi grumbles and puts her hand on the button of my blouse.
ãWhat are you doing?ã
Thereâs no reply.
Silently, Miyagi unbuttons my blouse.
The top two are removed from the beginning. So the button that was removed was the third, and I pushed Miyagiâs shoulder trying to remove the fourth.
ãWaitâã
ãWhat?ã
ãHands off. You donât have to take them off.ã
I rip off Miyagiâs hand and fasten the unbuttoned button.
Iâm sure she didnât really mean to undress me.
I think the game had become a contest of endurance along the way, just a contest to see who would uproot first. I am sure we both understand the line that must not be crossed.
ãI just wondered if you were hiding from one of these.ã
ãThereâs no way Iâm hiding it, and itâs against the rules for this kind of thing.ã
ãThe rules say no sex, but it doesnât say you canât take your clothes off, donât you think?ã
ãThen add it to the rules now.ã
ãIt was a joke. I wouldnât undress you.ã
I know.
I understand that youâre just joking.
She said this was just an extension of wordplay and she was just waiting for me to ask her to stop.
Still, I think these jokes are bad.
ãYou know where Iâm hiding it.ã
I stepped on Miyagiâs foot and touched the right pocket of my blazer.
ãHere?ã
ãCorrect. Thatâs it for this game.ã
Before she can say weâre going to do it again, I tell her the game is set, and I put my tie back on.
ãMiyagi, the lecherousã
I throw one complaint and then sit on the bed.
ãAnd thatâs the end of your orders?ã
ãThatâs it.ã
Miyagi said boringly and drank the cider.
The empty glass is placed on the table and Miyagi sits on the floor with the bed as a backdrop.
I canât see her face.
I donât even know what she is thinking.
Miyagiâs uniform touches my feet.
I tapped her shoulder, her blazer tickling.