A pale blue underwear that looks too blue to be light blue.
The impression is different from the white underwear I saw the other day.
Adorned with delicate lace, it could be described as pretty. It was a little different from Sendai-sanâs image, but it suited her well.
Her breasts are not large, but they are larger than mine. I looked down a little and saw that her stomach was moderately tight and nipped.
Iâm not going to look at it seriously.
But I couldnât take my eyes off it.
I would like to think that it is my imagination that my heartbeat is so loud that Sendai-san can almost hear it. It would be strange if it wasnât.
ãOkay, now itâs Miyagiâs turn.ã
ãEh?ã
Suddenly, I was called by name and looks at Sendai-sanâs face.
ãTake off your clothes, too, Miyagi. Itâs too hot, right?ã
I knew that the words in my ears were uttered by Sendai-san, but I could not understand them. It sounded like a word from some distant world, and it sounded meaningless.
ãMiyagi.ã
Sendai-san calls me, who is unable to move, and closes the distance between us.
Too close.
I could see the parts of the body that I usually canât see because of my clothes, and I involuntarily pushed Sendai-sanâs shoulder. But Sendai-san stays close and grabs me by the hem of my T-shirt. The words that had been rolling around in my head made sense when her fingers touched my side, and I finally understood what she had said.
ãIâm not feeling hot, no need to take it off.ã
I said strongly and pushed Sendai-sanâs hand back. But she didnât give up.
ãYou were. Come on, quickly.ã
Then, she unceremoniously reaches down and grabs the hem of her T-shirt once more and tries to tug it up.
ãWaiâWait, Sendai-sanâã
I panicked and tried to pull away from Sendai-sanâs hand. But her hands wonât let go, and my hem is turned up and half my stomach is showing.
This is not what I expected.
I may have undressed Sendai-san, but I had not thought about being undressed myself. I have never even imagined such a thing. To begin with, the command is âundress yourself,â not âlet me undress you.â
I smack Sendai-san on the head, still holding onto the hem of my T-shirt with a box of tissues. Then I heard the crocodile on the cover swaying and exaggeratedly sayingãouch.ã
ãItâs not as big a deal as taking off your clothes. Even at school, I change my clothes.ã
Sendai-san removes her hand from the hem of my T-shirt and strokes the spot where I hit it, then brushes my hair back.
ãNow, I donât think thatâs called changing clothes, I think thatâs called being undressed.ã
ãMiyagi, itâs too detailed.ã
ãNot too detailed. Sendai-san is too general.ã
ãToo much detail will make you bald.ã
Sendai-san pulled my bangs and grabbed the hem of my T-shirt again, saying,ãThese things are momentum.ã
ãYou canât do that!ã
I slap the back of her hand that is holding the hem.
ãIf you donât like being undressed, Miyagi should undress herself.ã
ãI seriously donât know why that would be the case.ã
Sendai-san sometimes does the unexpected. Suddenly, she would surprise me by coming to my house or to my classroom.
I think this has become more pronounced since the summer break.
She do things that I donât understand, without regard to my feelings.
ãWould you understand if I told you I took off my clothes to get Miyagi to take off hers?ã
Sendai-san says plainly and looks at me.
ãâ¦Youâre kidding, right?ã
ãYou think I was joking around?ã
I think it should be a joke.
Undressing me will not do Sendai-san any special good. I am not styled well and should not be interesting to look at.
But she donât look like she was joking.
ãAnyway, if you donât take it off, I will.ã
Before I can say anything, the hand still gripping the hem lifts up my T-shirt.
ãIâd rather take my clothes off myself than have someone take them off me.ã
I made a declaration and grabs Sendai-sanâs wrist.
No matter how much I say, her intention is not likely to change. If I had no choice between being undressed or undressing myself, I had to choose the latter.
ãI understand.ã
With a short reply, Sendai-sanâs hand leaves the T-shirt.
I drop my gaze and let out a small breath.
Slowly I looked up to see Sendai-san, who was wearing only her underwear covering her upper body, though it was obvious, and I was about to take off my T-shirt as well.
The impossible situation makes my head spin.
There is no other word for this but ridiculous.
I shouldnât have to listen to Sendai-san.
If I got up now and went to the kitchen to get something to eat, I wouldnât have to deal with this nonsense.
ãMiyagi, after all, do you want me to undress you?ã
Sendai-san smiles and grabs my arm with considerable force.
ãIâll take it off myself. Youâll have to look in a different place.ã
I donât say I wonât let her get away, but I tell Sendai-san that Iâm trying to keep her from escaping.
ãWhy? Even Miyagi was looking at me, right?ã
ãI only watched it because Sendai-san told me to watch it.ã
ãBut you still watched it, so I guess I have a right to watch it too.ã
ãYou have no right to do that. Look somewhere else.ã
I put my hand on Sendai-sanâs cheek and made her turn toward the bed. But she quickly turned to me and said, teasingly.
ãMiyagi, you are too conscious.ã
I take off my T-shirt at once, as if the words assume a special meaning in trying to escape her gaze.
The stareâs hurt.
Whatâs funny is that Sendai-san is staring at me, which makes me uncomfortable. I canât hide my body because if I do, I will be teased again.
If I was going to show it anyway, I would have preferred some prettier underwear.
What I am wearing today is a typical white underwear, which of course I did not choose on the premise that I would take off my clothes in public.
ãI took it off, but⦠What do we do after this?ã
When I looked at Sendai-san, saying it as if it was nothing as much as possible, she raised her eyebrows as if she was troubled for a moment. But she quickly raised the corners of her mouth to smile and patted my side.
ãYou donât have to do that.ã
The hands that touch me with no separation tickle me and I try to catch my arms, but she pinch my sides before I can catch her.
ãWait, Sendai-sanâã
I brush Sendai-sanâs hand away and press down on my side.
ãSo soft and pleasant.ã
ãI feel disgusted.ã
ãItâs fine. Just a little touch.ã
ãItâs not fine. Donât touch me.ã
ãWell, then, you can just watch.ã
I donât know what âthenâ is, but Sendai-san gives me an unreserved look.
ãI donât want that either.ã
Seeing Sendai-san is fine, but being seen is not.
If we keep doing this, I will always remain at Sendai-sanâs pace.
ãMiyagi. Your face, itâs slightly red.ã
Sendai-sanâs hand slowly and gently touches my cheek.
Then, her palm presses down on it as if to copy the heat.
Just like that, my heart beat so loud I almost forgot how to breathe, and I pulled her hand away.
ãIâm embarrassed to wear that red. And Iâm not as stylish as Sendai-san.ã
ãGirls are prettier with a little meat on them.ã
ãI really dislike that about Sendai-san.ã
ãSo you have a favorite part of me?ã
ãNo.ã
I answered immediately and turns to the side.
As it was, I hugged my knees and Sendai-san flattened my arm.
ãThink about it a little. Youâre hurting me.ã
Her voice is lighter than her words, and she doesnât sound hurt.
But I did not see her, and I did not know what kind of face Sendai-san had on as she uttered those words.
ãI like Miyagi quite a bit.ã
A deliberately cheerful voice comes from next to me.
ãSendai-san, the heat must be killing your brain.ã
ãMaybe so. Miyagi, you have to take care of me.ã
ãIâm not going to do it. I mean, donât lean on me.ã
But Sendai-san would not leave me.
Our shoulders are still attached to each other as if we are shoulder to shoulder, and her long hair tickles my arm.
ãMy brain is dying. I canât move.ã
ãThat joke, itâs not funny.ã
ãJust be funny, a little bit.ã
Sendai-san says in a bored tone.
ãSendai-san. Itâs hot. Also youâre heavy.ã
I donât know about others because Iâve never been close enough to mix body temperatures from the parts of others who have taken off their clothes to stick together.
However, Sendai-sanâs body was hot, beyond warm.
ãArenât you being rude to call me heavy?ã
ãIâm not being rude. Get out of my way so I can get dressed.ã
When I press on Sendai-sanâs shoulder, which is sticky and attached to the arm, the arm is entangled and the part that is attached increases.
ãSendai-san, this is now an order. Do as youâre told.ã
ãTodayâs order, taking off my clothes, and thatâs it.ã
ãWhy do you make up your own rules?ã
ãItâs summer vacation. Letâs have a little freedom. Itâs more fun that way, you know?ã
.
ãI hate summer vacation and I donât enjoy it.ã
ãItâs fine. You said this kind of thing happened for about a day.ã
ãItâs not fine.ã
Arms and arms are tangled together, and there is no escape.
Sendai-sanâs arm is touching my side.
I think it is never a good idea to have a situation where parts of the body that normally would not stick together are sticking together.
Even with Maika and the others, I would not do this.
But the sensation of Sendai-san and my body temperature becoming one was not bad.
ãOh, right. Miyagi, what are your plans for the Bon Festival?ã
ãI donât have any.ã
Bon Festival has only one day with my father and one other appointment with Maika and her family. The date of Sendai-sanâs visit conflicts with an appointment with Maika and others, but I can either refuse or ask her to move it.
ãThen, letâs study at Bon Festival too.ã
Saying that, Sendai-san leans on me as if she is going to take all of my weight.
ãSendai-san, I told you itâs hot!ã
ãItâs alright. Iâm also feeling hot.ã
ãWhatâs that?ã
To my words, Sendai-san says,ãMaybe itâs because itâs summer,ãwhich is not an answer.
I thought I could hear a heartbeat that was louder than usual, but I wasnât sure if it was mine or Sendai-sanâs.