Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 202: What I hope for Miyagi — 202

Chapter 202: What I hope for Miyagi — 202

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

Miyagi was dreaming about me.

I don’t know what kind of dream it was, but I didn’t expect Miyagi to have a dream in which I was in it.

I dove into bed and curl up.

Miyagi would never be the kind of person to tell me that she had dreamed about me, and to think that she would tell me that she had dreamed about me like that makes my heart burn deep in my chest. Even if I don’t take a bath, I’ll never be tired from my part-time job.

?She called me Hazuki, huh??

I’m going to mutter the words I heard from Miyagi.

I am curious.

How could I not care?

I want to hear more about those dreams from Miyagi.

But even if I asked her, she wouldn’t tell me any more details, and even if she did, she wouldn’t necessarily tell me the truth. I wish she would at least tell me if she called me Hazuki or not, but she said she forgot, so I guess that means she’s not going to tell me even if she remembers.

Well, she wouldn’t call me Hazuki, would she?

I wish she could call me Hazuki at least in my dreams, but even in my dreams, I don’t think Miyagi would call my name, and I am discouraged by Miyagi’s seeming unwillingness to do so. And if she call me Hazuki in her dreams, that’s discouraging. If she called me like that, please call me Hazuki here, not me in the dream.

I put my hand on the wall that separates Miyagi’s room from mine.

Since we are next to each other, I think that she should come more to this room. Miyagi can have me in her room. If she talk to me in her dream, I want her to talk to me in reality.

I think she was waiting for me in the common area today, and I’m glad for that. If I could, I would have liked to have greeted her in a better mood, but I understand why she couldn’t be in a better mood.

The lipstick I gave her for her birthday.

It was bad enough that I picked that up.

More importantly, it was bad that the lipstick rolled itself.

But I’m glad the lipstick rolled off. If it hadn’t rolled over, I would have assumed that Miyagi was in the common space, and that she just happened to be there, as she always is.

The lipstick had rolled off, but there was no lipstick on Miyagi’s lips, nor did it look like she was trying to apply the lipstick. She was extremely flustered and acting strangely.

It didn’t look like she was there for no reason, so I asked if she was waiting for me.

Miyagi denied it, though.

I still continue to believe that she was waiting for me.

I am sure that no matter how many times I ask Miyagi, she will answer that she wasn’t waiting for me, but no matter how many times she denies it, I keep assembling facts to come to the conclusion that she was waiting for me. I’m thinking about Miyagi today from the facts that were right in front of me, but I move my head to derive facts that are convenient for me. And Miyagi pulls my clothes at the end, so even evil thoughts try to get mixed in with the facts.

I exhale heavily.

That one seemed to be begging for a kiss.

But I’m glad I didn’t kiss her.

If I had done so, I wouldn’t have been able to pull Miyagi out of the frame, draw her in, and keep her in my mind to catch me, rather than waiting for her in my roommate’s frame.

I know it’s still not good enough.

I also understand that I should wait for Miyagi.

Forcing her to do so will not lead to a good result.

I tap on the wall and exhales.

I take my hand away, close my eyes, and remember Miyagi from earlier.

That kind of thing rarely happens.

I wish I could beg for another kiss.

Miyagi tugging at my clothes is adorable and her face looks so frustrated. I want to see her again and again today, tomorrow, and the day after.

She doesn’t say she’ll come, but I’d be happy if she came to visit me at my part-time job and I want her to come.

I couldn’t go to Miyagi’s class for the cultural festival in high school, that’s why I want to go to the university festival in Miyagi.

My mind goes fuzzy.

Sleep brings dreams that I want to see.

On the bed, I didn’t intend to sleep, but my sense of time fades and various palace castles appear and disappear. As I watch Miyagi, which I want to see while recognizing my dream as a dream, I wake up to the sound of a knock on the door as my alarm.

I raise myself up and get off the bed.

I walk slowly and open the door to find Miyagi with her hair still wet.

?I’m out of the bath.?

She blurts out and looks at me.

Miyagi usually returns to her room after telling me what she wants to do, but today she didn’t go back. She stood in front of me and wouldn’t move, so I approached Miyagi from my side.

?You smell good.?

?I took a bath.?

?Do you want me to dry your hair??

I pick up a tuft of wet hair and look at Miyagi and hear her grumbling.

?It’s fine. I’ll dry it myself.?

My hand touching her hair is brushed away.

?Hey, Miyagi.?

?What??

?I love the smell of this stuff, but the shampoo, use mine.?

?Why do I have to use Sendai-san’s shampoo??

The earrings and lips are not enough.

I want to fill Miyagi with things that make me feel me.

I could wear the same smell as her and unexpectedly remember her.

I strongly think so, but Miyagi would never use such a thing.

?We live together, and it’s uneconomical to use separate shampoos. It’s a waste of money, and you only need one.?

I would make up a reason that Miyagi would be more likely to accept and offer it.

?…My current shampoo will run out soon, and then I’ll use it.?

I wondered if I should prepare some other reason, but it seems I don’t have to. Surprisingly, Miyagi readily accepted my proposal.

I knew Miyagi was strange today.

I must have run out of things to talk about, but I won’t go back to my room.

If it’s an effect of the dream, I hope she sees me again tonight.

?Miyagi.?

I call out small and grab her hand.

Pull her close and drop a kiss on the back of her hand.

I want to continue to live a life where Miyagi comes to call me after taking a bath.

If I feel that way, I should stop at nothing more than kissing her hand again. But we have the groundwork to do more than kiss while we are roommates. We have done that in the past, and as long as Miyagi forgives me, I can move on from this.

Just keep her as a roommate.

I swallow, wanting to say the words out loud.

Kiss her fingertips and let my tongue crawl over them.

If I divide myself into angels and devils, I belong to the devil, whispering to her.

If I kiss her now and pull her arm, Miyagi will soon be in my room——

I look up and see Miyagi.

Her eyes meet mine as she looks at me in discontent.

I let go of her hand and Miyagi grabs my clothes.

If we didn’t kiss, I would see this kind of Miyagi many times. And if I keep doing these things, Miyagi might ask me to kiss her, or even do more than that.

?I’m going to take a bath.?

I told Miyagi in a small voice and kisses her on the cheek.

I don’t think I’m a very good me today.

Following my silly ulterior motive, I undo Miyagi’s hand that grabs my clothes.

?Good night.?

I said so, not knowing if Miyagi would sleep or not, and received a grumpy?good night?in return.