Before winter break, I did indeed make a promise.
So, if Sendai-san wants to, she can kiss me.
I really should have done it when I finished my studies, and now is not the right time, but I thought I could make a special exception to allow it.
But I definitely think âa little bitâ is a bit odd.
I donât mind her exercising a few more rights, but Sendai-san kisses too much.
After she told me not to be offended, she kissed me once. We kissed a few more times after that, but she still kept coming closer to my face as if it wasnât enough.
She press my forehead before her lips touch mine.
ãSendai-san.ã
I put my hands on her face and do the approaching face far away.
But she peels my hand away and kisses me as if to take away my words.
The well-known softness and heat is felt, and then it quickly leaves. Then our lips come together again.
I think Sendai-sanâs lips are comfortable.
Earlier, when I touched her body, I felt like my heart was going to break.
I was moving twice as fast as usual, so I couldnât breathe well.
My hands and face were hot and I felt like I wasnât myself.
Iâm still thrilled, but itâs not the same as before. There is room to feel both the softness and the heat feel good.
But itâs time for it to end.
I push Sendai-sanâs shoulders and let go of her body.
ãToo much kissing for the price. This is not a little.ã
As I said this, my fingers touched my lips.
ãThereâs no number of times specified.ã
ãThen, Iâm going to specify it now.ã
ãThat designation will be applied the next time itâs used.ã
In the dimly lit room, I hear Sendai-sanâs lips touch mine as she lightly denies my words.
Again and again.
All the rights that Sendai-san has exercised, so much so that it becomes tedious to count them, are kisses that only touch, and even now our lips are touching. Maybe she was trying not to be âstrange,â but it was not like Sendai-san.
The Sendai-san I know is forceful, erotic, and not gentle.
I think she was too gentle to only kiss me with a touch like this. Itâs not that itâs not enough, but itâs out of tune. I feel like she could kiss me a little more.
ââThis wonât do.
If I keep forgiving Sendai-san in this way, things will get strange again. In the first place, Sendai-san would not be nice to me for no reason.
ãAny more of this and Iâll be seriously pissed.ã
The moment our lips part, I assured her, before the next kiss is given.
ãItâs fine, just a little bit more.ã
ãNot good. A little bit for Sendai-san is a lot.ã
ãStingy.ã
ãIâm being stingy, so stop now.ã
I slid back to get away from Sendai-san. Then I turned off the nightlight and darkened the room.
ãGo sleep already.ã
I tell her what she need to do at night and pull the quilt over me. But I canât pull it up properly because Sendai-san is in the way.
ãOkay, Iâm going to sleep. Miyagi, go back to your camp.ã
A hand reaches out from somewhere and pushes me.
ãâ¦I donât want to.ã
This night, unusually, there is someone else in this house besides me.
Then that someone should utilized.
I am used to being alone, but the time until dawn is too long to spend alone. Even if we say we are just sleeping, there are times when something unidentifiable appears in our dreams, which is disconcerting. So it is a relief to have someone in the house, even if it is pitch dark.
Even if it is Sendai-san.
And the closer the distance is, the better.
Itâs cold alone, and itâs warmer to have someone by your side.
It would be nice to have someone to take the place of a body warmer for today.
I force myself to pull the quilt toward me and get under the covers before she does.
ãHey, why are you trying to sleep over here? If Miyagi sleeps over here, Iâll go to the bed.ã
A rustling sound indicates that Sendai-san is about to get up.
ãThe bed is my territory so you canât.ã
I grab Sendai-san and pull her.
ãEven though youâre not using it?ã
ãYes. Even if I didnât use it, thatâs my camp, and Sendai-sanâs camp is here.ã
ãIf you want to sleep together, just say you want to sleep together.ã
ãThatâs not why Iâm here. It doesnât matter, just go get my pillow from the bed.ã
ãI canât see it.ã
The room, where the nightlight was extinguished, was completely dissolved in darkness, and nothing could be seen.
But Sendai-san has been coming to this room as often as she gets tired of it.
ãEven if you canât see it, you at least have an idea where the bed is.ã
ãMiyagi is really selfish, arenât you?ã
I heard a voice that sounded like a dazed person, and Sendai-sanâs presence faded away. However, she soon returned and placed what appeared to be a pillow on top of the futon.
ãGo a little further over there.ã
Sendai-san says as she pushes me.
Groping around, I pull the pillows back to make space, and Sendai-san adjusts the comforter before coming in next to me.
ãSo cramped.ã
With a disgruntled voice, I was kicked slightly on the calf. However, I turned my back to Sendai-san and closed my eyes, because if I avoided the edges any further, I would be pushed out of the futon.
ãWhat is it that you want?ã
A low voice pokes me in the back.
ãItâs fine. Wherever you sleep.ã
I pull the quilt over me and roll my back.
ãItâs cold if you pull it too much.ã
I could hear her complaining from behind me, but when I kept quiet, for some reason my sweatshirt was pulled on instead of the quilt. The palm of her hand is pressed against my back. It tickles a little, even through the cloth, but it feels nice and warm.
The body heat I feel reminds me of Sendai-sanâs body hidden under the sweatshirt.
I thought that if I touched Sendai-san at that time, I could believe her unbelievable words and my anxiety might disappear. But instead of disappearing, my anxiety grew. Even though I see the necklace with my own eyes and know that she was keeping her promise, I have a hard time believing that she will continue to keep her promise.
Even now, I feel that Sendai-san is right beside me and I can touch her if I turn my back, but I feel that she might go away.
I roll my back more and grab the edge of the comforter.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I feel as if I am alone, the body heat coming from my back becoming fuzzy. A little scared, shoulders and arms stiffen.
ãMiyagi.ã
I hear a small voice calling me and a hand pressed against my back grabs my sweatshirt once more.
I feel like Iâm about to be called by my given name, so I go ahead of her.
ãIf you call me Shiori, Iâll throw you out.ã
Calling someone by given name is a common thing, nothing special anywhere, but being called by Sendai-san by my given name feels like a special thing and I donât want to be called.
ãYou donât mind if I call you Miyagi, do you?ã
Then Sendai-san calls meãMiyagi.ã
Miyagi.
Miyagi. Miyagi.
The voice that repeatedly calls me removes strength from my body.
ãShut up, Sendai-san. Hurry up and sleep.ã
âOkay,â I heard her voice, but Sendai-san didnât sleep and touched my hair.
She stroked my hair as if combing it with her fingers.
Over, and over.
My eyelids grow just a little heavier at the soft hands and the warmth of our bodies. I stretch my rounded back a little, and the hand leaves with a smallãgood night.ã