Chapter 263: Chapter 260: Miyagi is always in a bad mood — 260

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

The words “change your mind” do not exist in Miyagi, and even if they did, they are unlikely to be utilized now.

So, her mood is not going to change suddenly.

「I’ll leave my coat and bag. If I knock, you must open the door.」

I call out to Miyagi, who seems to be in a bad mood until tomorrow morning if left alone.

「Why do you bother saying that?」

「I have to tell you, because you don’t look like you’re going to open it.」

Miyagi walked slowly until we reached home, as I had requested.

But she remained grim-faced the whole way, and she refused to look at me when she took off her blue scarf at the door or when we came into the common space. On top of that, she tried to get into her room to escape, so I have to remind her to open the door when I knock.

「Does that mean you’re coming to my room, Sendai-san?」

「That kind of thing. And I’d like to talk to you for a minute.」

「I don’t want to talk.」

In front of the door, Miyagi, who has become the gatekeeper protecting her room from intruders, says in a cold voice.

「Then, what’s your reason for not wanting to talk? Depending on the reason, I may give up knocking today.」

There must be no reason why Miyagi wouldn’t want to talk to me. Therefore, she shouldn’t be able to refuse me.

「There’s no reason to bother telling you why, Sendai-san.」

「If you’re going to turn down an offer to talk, I think it’s polite to have a good reason.」

「…If you come within five minutes, I’ll open it.」

Reluctantly or unwillingly, whichever, I hear low voices.

「Okay. I’ll be right there.」

I don’t care if there is a five-minute limit, as long as she lets me into the room. I was going to make tea, but if I gave that up, I could make it in plenty of time.

I go to my room and put down my coat and bag. I also leave my phone behind so as not to be disturbed by tactless ringtones. After looking in the mirror and lightly adjusting my hair, I go to the common area and knock twice on the door.

「Come in.」

I am greeted by a voice that isn’t in a good mood and open the door. I pat the head of Roro-chan, a black cat displayed on the bookshelf, and then sit down next to Miyagi, who is leaning back against the bed.

「What are we talking?」

Her voice is cold. But I sit as close to her as possible, in a position where I can hold her hand right away, but she doesn’t move away from me. I reached out to Miyagi, who looked the same as when we left, and tugged lightly on her skirt, and she slapped my hand with a heel.

「Miyagi, is there anything you want to say to me?」

I ask Miyagi, who allows me to be next to her but not to touch her.

「No, I have none. You said you wanted to talk to me for a minute, so you’re the one who’s going to talk to me.」

「That means I want to hear what you have to say. Miyagi, you have been in a bad mood all day. Tell me why.」

「I wasn’t in a bad mood. That was normal.」

「Normally, wouldn’t you at least call the people you are with by their names? While you were with Utsunomiya, you didn’t call me Sendai-san even once.」

「I think you’re imagining things.」

Miyagi says, without looking at me.

「It’s not my imagination. You didn’t call me.」

My memory is clear.

No matter how much I think back, the only person that called me「Sendai-san」was Utsunomiya, and I don’t recall being called by Miyagi. She called me「Sendai-san」only after we left Utsunomiya. I can only assume that she had the will not to call me by name and didn’t call me.

「If you don’t like that I didn’t call you by name, I’ll call you now… Hazuki. This will be for the ones when I didn’t call you today.」

My name is treated in a dismissive manner and「go back to your room now」is added.

No.

I always wanted her to call me Hazuki, and I am happy to be called Hazuki, but not like this. It’s outrageous to lump “Sendai-san,” who was not called while we were with Utsunomiya, into a single “Hazuki,” which can only be described as a careless move.

「Miyagi. If you’re going to call me Hazuki, put a little more heart into it.」

「I put it in there.」

「When I say put, I mean something like this.」

I pull on Miyagi’s skirt and turn her gaze toward me.

My eyes meet Miyagi’s.

「Shiori.」

When I called her name, which I had been told many times in the past not to call, in a small, gentle way, with all the feelings I normally cannot call her, Miyagi’s brow wrinkled.

I had expected this, but it was not an amusing reaction.

「I didn’t say you could call me that.」

「If you don’t want to be called Shiori, say what you want to say. If I was wrong, just tell me and I can fix it.」

I stared at Miyagi, and her crossed gazes were removed. Then she tugged at the braid I had made around her ear and blurted out,

「…the pencase, you didn’t tell me you were buying one.」

「I didn’t tell you, but I had time, and I wouldn’t have minded at least one more shopping trip.」

My actions may have been unplanned, but I don’t think they were so unplanned that I had to say so up front.

「I’m not fine with that… Sendai-san, you really love your part-time tutoring job, don’t you?」

Miyagi’s hand presses on my shoulder as if to tell me to move away.

「I don’t love it, but…」

「You love it so much that you buy her a pencase to celebrate because she passed high school. If you love it so much, you should teach her all the time.」

「That’s not what I’m talking about.」

「So, teaching is anyone’s business?」

「It’s not for everyone.」

「Not just anyone, so you buy that kid a pencil case and teach her to study?」

What is this?

This conversation.

It’s incoherent.

What is this?

This reaction.

It’s illogical.

This is just like——

An impossible word comes to mind.

But they are words that shouldn’t be uttered, and I say something else.

「Are you perhaps got mad at me because buying her a congratulatory gift for passing the test is a part-time job?」

「I’m not angry. I just didn’t like it… Also, you didn’t tell me what you liked, even though you found it.」

The words that came to mind were pushed out of Miyagi’s mouth, and I couldn’t help but ask back with an「Eh?」

「Sendai-san, I know you like to teach study.」

Miyagi says in a tone as if checking to make sure she has not forgotten anything.

「Yes, but…」

「And I know you like to pick out my clothes.」

「Yes, but…」

I did indeed say so.

I like to teach and pick out clothes.

There is no mistaking that statement.

But I don’t think that’s what Miyagi wanted to know about what I like.

「Was it a lie?」

「It’s not a lie, but…」

The word “like” doesn’t lie, but it’s not right, so it makes me cringe.

I can’t tell her, but the “things I like” that Miyagi mentioned are both connected to her.

I wouldn’t have thought of teaching her if Miyagi wasn’t there to study, and I wouldn’t have had a part-time job as a tutor. The same goes for clothes. If I hadn’t had to share a room with Miyagi, I never would have thought I liked picking out clothes for someone else.

So surely, neither of these would be an answer to Miyagi.

「If you weren’t lying, why didn’t you tell me?」

At times like this.

I want to tell the truth.

I love Miyagi, and I love teaching someone to study.

Because I love Miyagi, I love choosing clothes for someone.

I want to tell her so. If I could tell her the truth, I would tell her as many times as I could.

But that also means speaking out about the feelings toward Miyagi that are at the root of what I love, and if I speak out about them, all may be lost.

「I didn’t feel like I liked it enough to bother telling you.」

I don’t know if Miyagi will be fooled, but there is no other way to put it.

The word “like” is a word that can put a crack in the relationship of being roommates. If I want to continue living with Miyagi next to me, I must keep the word “roommate” sealed until she is willing to drop it.

「Is that all you have to say, Miyagi? There’s more, isn’t there? You were in a bad mood even before I bought the pen case.」

I correct the course of the digression to avoid further talk about what I like.

「…I don’t want to say it.」

Miyagi blurts out, then shuts his mouth.

She has something to say, but she doesn’t want to say it.

「Tell me.」

「Get out. I don’t want to talk anymore.」

As I say this, Miyagi pushes my shoulders to distance herself from me and places the alligator tissue cover between us. She then rolls up the tissue and throws it at me.

Once, then twice.

The clumps of tissue rolled on the floor in a colossal roll, and they increased in number. I grabbed Miyagi’s arm when the white clumps reached five.

「Tell me and I will leave.」

Miyagi shakes off my hand with a look of terrible disgust on her face, gathers up five clumps of tissues, and throws them at me all together. The lump, neither painful nor itchy, soon fell to the floor again, and Miyagi called me with a hard voice

「Sendai-san.」

With a voice, she pulls me by the arm. Our lips are attached without knowing whether Miyagi is approaching me or I am approaching Miyagi.

In short, I was suddenly kissed, even though it wasn’t the right time—— on the lips.

I had wanted to kiss Miyagi countless times, but I was more surprised than happy.

Miyagi is reflected in the eyes that I forgot to close.

I think it’s cute even if I can’t see it well because it’s too close.

The softness and heat coming from her lips feels good.

Miyagi’s tongue cracks my lips and enters, and the kiss deepens.

The tip of her tongue touches mine and lightly attaches to it.

Me and Miyagi’s body temperatures clearly meet and flow into each other.

I am happy, but I don’t know what to do.

I want to respond to her and get my tongue entangled with hers, but I’m afraid that if I do that, she will run away from me.

I would like to keep Miyagi’s body temperature inside me as long as possible.

At the same time, I would like to feel Miyagi more strongly.

I close my eyes and press it against my tongue, which moves impatiently and slowly. Wet body heat flows in and turns to heat deep inside me. I chewed lightly on it, which was soft and resilient, and Miyagi moved away, as if surprised.

As I tried to close the distance, wanting to feel the warmth of her extinguished body, she pressed hard on my shoulder.

「…I was jealous.」

Far enough away to kiss, I can hear Miyagi’s little voice.

But that voice is unformed.

I just hear it, and it floats around in my head like a blur, not in meaningful words.

I drop my gaze to the floor.

I stare at the alligator’s back and re-convert the words I hear, one letter at a time.

「——Eh?」

Jealousy.

She did indeed said so.

I can definitely see the word “jealousy” in my mind, but it doesn’t make sense. Miyagi would never say such a thing.

I can’t believe she’s jealous.

Miyagi, towards me, that kind of thing.

Maybe it’s just my imagination.

No, it could be jealousy of something that has nothing to do with me in the first place. There is no way Miyagi would say the words that popped into my head earlier that he shouldn’t have said, meaning what I think he meant.

「Sorry. Can you say it one more time?」

「…Sendai-san, you’re mine, right?」

Miyagi utters words that are completely different from what I wanted to hear.

「That’s right.」

「So why do you choose someone’s stuff that isn’t mine? Because you like to pick out clothes?」

「Eh?」

「Don’t pick something for someone other than me, even though you’re mine. It’s frustrating.」

「Eh?」

「I’ve said what I have to say, now get out.」

「Eh?」

「If all you have to say is, “Eh?,” then you don’t need to be here. Just get out of here.」

It’s not that I only say “Eh?,” it’s just that I can only say “Eh?”.

I don’t know why, so I can’t help it.

To sum up Miyagi’s words, just as I was jealous of Utsunomiya, Miyagi was jealous of Utsunomiya. Just as I was jealous of Mio, Miyagi was jealous of Kikyō-chan. I can’t believe it, but I didn’t think it was possible, but I can only assume it is. I didn’t expect Miyagi to say such a thing, so my train of thought is tangled up like a cord is tangled up.

Thanks to this, it is impossible to determine if the answers we derive are correct.

She was in a bad mood because I was the one who chose Utsunomiya’s clothes.

I was in a bad mood because she wanted to choose Kikyō-chan’s pen case.

I am not equipped with the brains to believe such a thing to be true. Everything seemed like a bad joke, and my head was filled with「Eh?」

「Sendai-san, how long do you plan to stay here?」

Miyagi couldn’t have sounded more grumpy.

I stuff my head with a stuffy「Eh?」and I stroke her earlobe and press lightly on the piercing.

「Miyagi. I, from now on, clothes for people outside——」

「You don’t have to promise not to choose.」

Miyagi, who had taken away my words, said coldly and slapped the hand that was touching the earring.

「That’s impossible. That thing. You don’t have to make promises you’ll never break. Just go to your room.」

My shoulders are pushed as if urging me. But I can’t leave this room just yet.

「Wait. I have something to say, too.」

「What?」

「Me too. I was jealous of Utsunomiya too.」

I can’t say I like it, but I can say this much.

「You’re lying.」

「It’s true. So, please let me choose it from now on for you, Miyagi.」

If Miyagi won’t let me promise that I won’t choose clothes from anyone other than her, then please let me promise that I will always choose hers. And I would like Miyagi to keep me hers forever.

These are trivial wishes.

It’s not difficult.

But Miyagi answered shortly,「No.」

「I’ll make you absolutely pretty.」

「You don’t have to say that.」

「Then, what is it that you want me to say, Miyagi?」

「I don’t have anything to say, so shut up.」

When she said this, Miyagi made a mark on my neck—— where everyone could see it.