ãI want to make tea, so wait.ã
I couldnât bring the truffles right away because Sendai-san said such a thing. I wait for the water in the electric kettle to boil and the tea to be poured into mugs before carrying the truffles to my room. Then, just as the plates and mugs were lined up on the table, Sendai-san said again,ãWait.ã
ãI want to take a picture of the truffles before we eat them.ã
ãI donât want to.ã
I tell Sendai-san briefly, who is kneeling next to me. But she doesnât give up.
ãYou went to the trouble of making this, only one piece.ã
When I said this, she held up her phone and took one photo before I could open my mouth.
ãâ¦What are you going to do with a picture of a truffle?ã
ãA commemorative for Valentineâs.ã
Sendai-san, sitting flat on the floor, gives a short answer.
She loves âcommemorations.â
She takes pictures to commemorate her visit to the my school festival, or to celebrate the New Year. Even the piercing is the same. She said I could have a piercing if I wanted to commemorate the occasion and gave me a piercer to pierce her ear on my birthday.
With Sendai-san, âcommemorationsâ that I donât understand increase.
Things that would not be memorials if I were alone become memorials.
Itâs nothing short of an act of memory making, and it weighs on my heart a bit.
The joy is proportional to the sadness. The more pleasant the memories, the deeper the sadness when something related to the memories is missing.
I reach out and touch Sendai-sanâs earrings.
ãWhat is it?ã
On the day I pierced her ear, Sendai-san promised to share a whole cake with me on her birthday this year. And she would keep it. Perhaps this year I will take pictures. More anniversaries, more memories, more Sendai-san in me.
Next year will come when this year is over, but I will not let go of Sendai-san. But Sendai-san might get tired of being mine.
I donât know how many times I think about these things, but I canât stop thinking about them.
ãWhat about next yearâs Valentineâs Day?ã
When I asked, Sendai-san grabbed my hand and removed my finger from the earring.
ãSame as this year. It doesnât have to be truffles, we can make something together.ã
Sendai-sanâs lips are attached to my fingertips and she also kisses my earrings. I didnât ask for a promise, but Sendai-san whisperedãpromiseãin my ear. I didnât promise the next year. Of course, I didnât promise the one after that either. I donât want such promises, but I am dissatisfied.
But Iâm also afraid of being promised.
I donât want my expectations to be betrayed.
Promises, like the word commemoration, weigh on my heart a bit.
ãWell, thereâs White Day before that. Shall we make cookies together?ã
Sendai-san says in a cheerful voice and smiles.
ãNo need to do anything for White Day.ã
ãWhy?ã
ãBecause itâs a hassle.ã
ãItâs alright, letâs make cookies together. Iâll prepare cookie molds of dogs and cats for you, Miyagi.ã
ãSendai-san, I know you think Iâm a child.ã
ãThatâs not what I meant, but I thought you might want to make animal cookies.ã
ãYou donât have to make one.ã
When I make sweets, I donât really want them to be in the shape of animals.
The cookies were shaped like animals because the dough looked like clay, and the chocolates were shaped like clay, so I just put ears on them. There is no reason other than just because.
And I donât like to cook like Sendai-san, so I donât want to make sweets for the event.
ãDonât look at me like that, eat it. Itâs delicious.ã
I hear a bright voice and look at Sendai-san. A round truffle approaches me and sticks to my lips. I didnât ask her to let me eat it, but it stuck to me and was pushed into my mouth.
Sweet.
When I reached for another truffle, Sendai-san reached for one as well, and she took one of the snoring truffles from my plate and threw it into her mouth.
My brow wrinkles involuntarily.
ãI made it, so Iâll eat it.ã
Pushing Sendai-sanâs shoulder, I also pick up a truffle that is out of shape. But before I can bring it to my mouth, she grabs me by the wrist and changes direction. The hand that should have come toward me ended up going toward Sendai-san, and she bit the truffle with my whole finger.
Sendai-sanâs teeth hit my fingernail and pulled my finger out. The truffle that should have been there is gone. I pull the alligator closer and pull out a tissue growing from its back to wipe my fingers.
ãDelicious.ã
I hear Sendai-sanâs happy voice.
ãAnnoying. Donât take peopleâs truffles.ã
ãThatâs because you tried to eat my truffles, Miyagi.ã
I said this and tapped her on the shoulder as Sendai-san tried to take another misshapen truffle.
ãI told you itâs not that. Iâll eat what I made, and you eat what you made, Sendai-san.ã
ãNo. Iâll eat what Miyagi made, you eat what I made. Besides, itâs more like Valentineâs Day if you eat something someone else made, right?ã
Sendai-san smiles at me and asks for my agreement, but I donât agree.
ãIâll feed you, so open your mouth. Miyagi.ã
As if it were a matter of course, Sendai-san picks up a round truffle and brings it to my mouth. So I bite down on the truffle with my whole finger like she did. Then, after wiping Sendai-sanâs tooth-marked finger with a tissue, I asked her.
ãThen, what about White Day? Sendai-san, are you going to eat what I made again?ã
ãObviously.ã
The answer comes back to me as expected and I stand up.
I go to the front of the bookshelf and take out the box that was lined up with the manga, behind the stuffed black cat, and hand it to Sendai-san.
ãHere, Iâll give you this.ã
ãEh? Whatâs this?ã
ãThatâs for Valentineâs Day. Thatâs why we wonât do anything for White Day.ã
I sit back down next to Sendai-san and drink my tea.
ãThis, itâs for Valentineâs Day, right?ã
ãItâs fine, that is for White Day.ã
There is no rule against giving chocolates on White Day, although there are chocolates in the box I gave to Sendai-san.
ãItâs not fine. I will return the favor on White Day. After we make cookies together, Iâll make something you wanted to eat, Miyagi.ã
ãâ¦You immediately try to cook, but do you really like cooking that much, Sendai-san?ã
ãItâs not that I donât like it.ã
ãBut, Sendai-san, you are a good cook. Why?ã
She likes to cook, even though she doesnât like it, and she can make it taste good. Sheâs good with her hands.
ãMaybe itâs because Iâve been making most of my own meals since I started high school.ã
ãâ¦What about your mother?ã
The answer is predictable.
Sendai-san doesnât have a good relationship with her family, and in high school we often ate together at my house. Given that, I think the answer is either that they never had meals cooked for her or that they didnât want to have meals cooked for her.
ãI told them they didnât have to cook for me. Weâre not a close family, and I didnât want to eat with them. Also, after graduating from high school, I planned to live on my own whether I was accepted to college or not, so I wanted to learn how to cook.ã
Sendai-san adds some information to the answer I had in my head. The outline of the person named Sendai Hazuki became clearer in my mind than ever before, as my memory was imprinted with something about her that I had never known before.
But I have nothing to give back to her.
I donât know what words to use in these situations.
Itâs one thing to say, âIâm sorry you had a hard time,â and another to say, âI hope we can get to know each other someday.â On the other hand, it does not feel right to simply say, âI see.â
Then, what can I say?
Various words are going around in my head, but I canât find the right words. In the end, I had no choice but to remain silent. I squeezed the crocodileâs tiny hand, and Sendai-san said,ãThanks for this. Can I open it?ãand shows her the box I gave her.
ãYou canât. Open it in your room.ã
ãOkay, but this is⦠Did you and Utsunomiya go out and buy it?ã
Sendai-san says in a flat voice.
ãI bought it alone.ã
ãDo you have the same thing for Utsunomiya?ã
ãEarlier, I said I wouldnât give Maika any chocolate.ã
ãYou didnât say it. I did hear that you have no plans to meet with Utsunomiya.ã
ãSendai-san, fine. I wonât give it to you because I wonât see her on Valentineâs Day and Iâm not like you, Sendai-san.ã
ãNot like me?ã
ãYou give chocolate to your friends, donât you? Youâve always gave those to them.ã
Back when I was in 2nd-year, and also in 3rd-year.
Sendai-san, who was in high school, gave chocolates to her friends.
ãI told you earlier that I wouldnât give it to them. Itâs my day off, and I donât plan to see my friends. Iâm only meeting with you, Miyagi.ã
As she says this, Sendai-san drinks her tea and eats the truffle with her mouth.
ãYouâre still going to your part-time job.ã
ãExcept for the part-time job. I let you wear me a kissmark, that should be fine?ã
I know that without being told.
A part-time job is something that has a higher priority than me. I donât like the word âpart-time jobâ because it means that my Sendai-san will not listen to me. Still, I put up with it. But if she asks me to be convinced with just one mark, I wonât be able to put up with it.
I reach for the mark I just made.
I stroke the red mark with my fingertips, then press lightly and he grabs me by the shoulders.
ãSendai-san. This hand, what is this?ã
When I asked, there was no answer.
Instead, the hand gripping my shoulder is strong.
I am pushed hard and involuntarily put my hands on the floor.
ãWhat are you asking?ã
ãYou seem disgruntled, so I thought Iâd let you mark me more.ã
ãIf thatâs how you feel, get your hands off me.ã
I can only assume that Sendai-san is trying to push me down for all intents and purposes. If itâs a mark on my neck, I can put it on without being pushed down. More to the point, itâs easier to put on Sendai-san if I push her down than if she pushes me down.
ãDonât you think it should be good for me as well as you, Miyagi?ã
ãI donât think so.ã
I tell her clearly, but more of Sendai-sanâs weight is on my shoulders. She pushes me with all her might, and my back touches the floor, even though I donât want to be comfortable while on the floor.
ãDonât worry, I wonât do anything you donât want me to do, Miyagi.ã
Sendai-san grabs my hand.
Reflexively, I tried to pull my arm away, but she pulled me back. My hand was guided through the hem of the loose-fitting sweater she was wearing and into her clothes, my palm touching her smooth side.
ãIf I do it to you, Miyagi, youâll be angry, so Miyagi should do it to me.ã
ãâ¦You wonât get angry, Sendai-san?ã
ãI have no reason to be angry. I donât care if itâs a mark.ã
A soft voice invites me to call her softly, and I press my lips to her neck as we close the distance between us.
I suck hard and increase the red marks.
Sendai-san is not angry.
I slid my hand, placed at her side, down to her chest.
When I pressed lightly I felt hard bones, but soft and warm.
It feels good just to touch it.
Sendai-san is mine, so I can do anything I want as long as I donât stop her from going to her part-time job. I can mark her, and she wonât be offended if I touch her. I can take off her clothes. Even her underwearââ
I crawl my hand over her bra and wraps it around the soft bulge.
Sendai-san doesnât resist, and I feel strongly that she is mine.
ãYou should touch it more properly.ã
I hear her urging me to put my arms behind her back and crawl my fingers up the hooks of her bra.
But itâs Valentineâs Day. If something happens, I can easily find it today. There is no need to put a mark. It will stay in my memory until the date, just like at Christmas.
ãMiyagi?ã
I hear Sendai-sanâs voice, but Iâm not sure what the right thing to do is, so I put my hand flat on her back. I know that correctness is meaningless in a situation like this, but I canât move my hand any further.
ãI like being touched by you, so go on, Miyagi.ã
I hear a voice as sweet as chocolate, and my heart thumps.
It seems like the right thing to do to continue as Sendai-san said, but I took my hand out of my clothes and touched her lips with my fingertips.
I lick her lips as she stares at me.
Sweet.
I put my lips together to see if it tastes like truffles, and Sendai-sanâs tongue slips in. It was sweeter and more dizzying than the kiss I had just shared in the common space. I pushed Sendaiâs shoulder as if we were something other than roommates.
ãMiyagi.ã
I can hear the discontent in her voice.
ãâ¦I wonât do it today.ã
ãWhen is a good time?ã
ãI donât know, but itâs not today.ã
Pulling on Sendai-sanâs ear.
I donât want to because if I make a promise, Iâll worry about that day. But it doesnât mean I donât want to touch Sendai-san. But today is the kind of day that will be remembered well into the date, and I donât want the sweetness of the chocolates we made together to be obscured.
ãMove.ã
Sendai-sanâs face clouds over at the sound of my voice. But it was only for a moment, and soon she was back to her usual self. But she doesnât move.
ãâ¦Iâm not making any promises, but one day I will, so get out of my way.ã
With that, I pushed Sendai-sanâs shoulder and she followed my words.