After the climax, the end roll is played.
Sendai-san continues to watch the screen.
She talked to me about various things along the way, but she didnât talk about anything unrelated to the movie like she did the other day. If thereâs one problem, it would be that the distance that used to exist between us is almost gone.
Right now, Sendai-san is so close that our shoulders are almost touching.
We werenât this close when we started watching the movie.
There must have been a little more distance between us.
ãI rarely watch anime, but I enjoyed it.ã
After the movie was over, Sendai-san rubbed her shoulder against me. Her arm and my arm are flattened against each other, and the senses become acute only in the part that is touched.
Sendai-sanâs sense of distance is strange.
She doesnât have to be this close to the movie to say what she think of it, and I think she needs to be a little further away.
ãThat would have been nice, butââ How long are we going to do this?ã
I lift up our joined hands.
ãUntil Miyagi says to let go.ã
ãThen, Iâll let go.ã
When I said this, the hands that remained connected were squeezed so tightly and painfully.
ãSendai-san, let go.ã
ãDo you really hate it when I touch you that much?ã
Our arms that were attached to each other leave each other.
But her hand doesnât let go.
It just loosens up.
ãWhy are you asking me all of a sudden?ã
ãIf you donât like it, Iâd like to hear why.ã
ãDoes Sendai-san not want to be touched by me?ã
When I uttered a new question without answering hers, Sendai-san turned her face to me with a smile pasted on it.
ãDo I look like I donât want to?ã
ãâ¦Doesnât look like it.ã
ãWell, now itâs Miyagiâs turn to answer.ã
The hand that held my hand was filled with strength, as if urging me to hurry up. Itâs not painful, but there is an atmosphere that doesnât allow me to run away without answering.
ãNot that I donât like it, butâ¦ã
I have no choice but to open my mouth.
ãBut?ã
ãBut, let go of me now.ã
I donât mind being touched, or at least holding hands. But I donât feel comfortable holding hands all the time. While I was watching the movie, I didnât have to worry about the connected hands by directing my mind to the movie, but the movie was over.
So we should keep our hands off.
But our hands are still linked, and Iâm fidgeting like thereâs something hiding behind my heart.
ãSendai-san.ã
I call her out in protest.
ãAlright, alright.ã
With an audible sigh, my hand is released.
I grasp my free hand and open it.
It doesnât feel like my hand, even though I repeat go and par a few times. As I looked at the palm of my hand, feeling like it belonged to someone else, I heard Sendai-sanâs voice.
ãThe movieâs over, want to do something? Itâs early for dinner.ã
ãIâm going back to my room now.ã
I tried to stand up, but Sendai-san grabbed me by the hem of my clothes.
ãStay here a little longer.ã
A jerky tug stretches the hem of my cut-and-sew shirt a little.
I could force myself to stand up like this, but itâs not interesting to create a cut-and-sew with an elongated hem. I choose to sit back down and complain to Sendai-san.
ãLet me go.ã
ãEarlier, you said that if I touched you, I would be punished, right?ã
ãI wonât do it. So let go.ã
ãMiyagi ruined my Golden Week, though.ã
Sendai-san releases my clothes from hee grip and points to her own neck.
At the tip of her finger, thereâs a red mark that I had put on it.
It was there yesterday. It has faded, but it hasnât disappeared today.
ãWouldnât it be nice if you could hang out with me a little longer?ã
Sendai-san turns a depressing smile on me.
ãâ¦What are you going to do?ã
ãLet me think. How about a makeover for Miyagi?ã
ãI donât want to.ã
ãItâs alright. Iâll definitely make you pretty. And your hair, Iâll make sure your earrings look good.ã
Sendai-san reaches out to me and touches my hair. Then she tried to put her hair over my ear as it was, and I brushed her hand away.
ãI said I donât want to. My hair, donât touch them.ã
I was surprised at my own voice, which was unexpectedly strong. Sendai-sanâs smile was about to harden, and I added,ãSorry.ã
Itâs not that I donât want my hair touched.
I just donât want her to see my piercings.
But I donât want to talk about it.
The air in the room is like half-frozen, and itâs hard to cope. When I tried to stand up, not knowing what to do, Sendai-san said in a cheerful voice.
ãI wonât touch your hair, let me do your makeup. Just a little bit.ã
Itâs hard to refuse because I know that Sendai-san is concerned about me. That said, I donât want to be made up.
I hold my knees and speak a compromise.
ãJust do something else.ã
ãThen be a dress-up doll for a minute.ã
ãBy dress-up, do you mean wearing Sendai-sanâs clothes?ã
ãThatâs what I mean. Iâll lend Miyagi something that would look good on you, so put it on.ã
ãWhy do you only say such strange things?ã
I donât want to turn down everything, but Sendai-sanâs proposals are hard to accept. I wish she would say something more serious.
ãIt doesnât matter what I want to do to Miyagi but what is it?ã
ãâ¦Thereâs none.ã
ãThen itâs fine. If thereâs nothing you want to do, pick either makeup or dress up.ã
I donât want to be her toy, but I donât have the option of not wanting to be either.
I try to think of what I would like to do to add a new option, but I canât think of anything I would like to do in this room. If it was with Maika, I could somehow connect with the conversation and talk about trivial things to pass the time.
But with Sendai-san, I donât know what to do in such a situation.
What is clear is that I donât want Sendai-san to see me wearing makeup or her clothes. No matter which one I choose, Sendai-san will definitely say something and I donât want to show it to her.
ãIf Miyagi doesnât pick one, I will.ã
ãIf I have to choose one or the other, lend me your clothes.ã
If I choose to wear makeup, Sendai-san will touch my face, and I bet she will touch my hair too. She could have my ears touched. When I think about it, borrowing clothes seems like a better thing to do.
I donât want to be a dress-up doll, though.
Sendai-san and I have different styles.
Whether itâs a skirt or pants, Iâm concerned about whether the waist will fit, and if the zipper doesnât close, itâs not a good look. Even her face is different and I donât think my clothes fit her.
ãOkay, letâs dress up. Miyagi, turn around.ã
Sendai-san pulls on my arm holding my knee.
ãIt doesnât matter which way I face. Come on, lend your clothes out.ã
ãItâs fine, over here.ã
She pulls on my arm and I reluctantly turn my body around.
ãJust take off your clothes for now.ã
When she said this, Sendai-san grabbed the hem of my cut-and-sew as if it were a matter of course. Then, she tried to roll up the hem.
ãHold on for a second.ã
I rush to press her hand down.
ãNhn?ã
ãWhat do you mean by, âNhn?â Iâll take off my own clothes, so get out of the room. I mean, lend your clothes off first.ã
ãAs for clothes, I will give Miyagi what Iâm wearing when you take it off. Also, youâre getting out, this is my room.ã
Sendai-san looks at me as if I am wrong, even though it should be Sendai-san who is wrong.
Itâs true that this is Sendai-sanâs room, but her claim is not correct. People donât usually give their clothes to change into without giving them clothes.
ãSo what? Lend me your clothes first.ã
I prompt her by putting out my hand.
But instead of handing me the clothes, Sendai-san approached me and slipped her hand inside through the hem of my cut-and-sew. The palm of her hand caresses my side.
A rustling hand crawls over the body and touches the ribs.
Ticklishly, I catch the hand on my cut-and-sew, which does nothing but tickle me, which I donât want.
ãSendai-san, I knew you were only thinking of erotic stuff!ã
ãIâm not thinking of anything erotic. Just take off your clothes. If you donât take off your clothes, you wonât be able to put them on.ã
ãIâm never taking it off. Anyway, stay outside until Iâm done getting dressed. And get your clothes first.ã
ãYou canât. If you donât want to change your clothes where I am, then Iâll do your makeup. Then you donât have to take your clothes off.ã
The answer was obvious from the beginning.
Itâs always Sendai-san.
She prepares choices, but never lets me choose.
ãYouâre annoying, Sendai-san.ã
I glare at her, who is awfully close to me, and the hand that was attached to my side moves out of my clothes.
ãMiyagi, Iâll let you choose again. Which do you prefer, make-up or dress-up?ã
ãâ¦Why donât you just do what you want, Sendai-san?ã
ãThen, Iâll choose make-up.ã
With that, Sendai-san brings a case of a reasonable size. Then, as she sat back down in front of me, she added that she would try not to touch my hair.