Chapter 31 – Miyuki’s Sincerity
“Everything has come. Get down.”
“…..”
Miyuki was staring blankly ahead.
She’s been holding her hand for almost 5 minutes, so she must be furious.
I’m in a state of tension right now, how can you be?
I held Miyuki’s hand several times.
For example, when I go to the hospital after being beaten by Samoyama, or when I wake up after having lunch on the roof.
However, at that time, we just held it lightly, not to the point where we shared each other’s warmth and felt cold sweat like today.
My feelings right now…
My heart beats.
It can only be expressed in this one word.
After staring at Miyuki for a moment and soothing her heart, I brought her hand in front of her and snapped her fingers.
Right!
“Uh…?”
Then, Miyuki’s eyes returned to focus.
It looks like a person who has been released from hypnosis.
So am I the hypnotist who snapped her fingers? It’s a good situational drama.
I said with a light laugh.
“It’s all here.”
“Already…?”
“Why? Are you sorry?”
“Ah, what a pity, who…!”
Miyuki, who was overly hot, took her own handbag.
She opened her passenger side door and got out of her car and turned to me.
“… Matsuda-kun. That…”
“Why.”
“Oh, no… Be careful going in…”
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I don’t know what it is, but it’s good if it’s good for me, it’s never bad. Is not it?
I smiled at Miyuki and started the car.
Inside the car, a faint scent of plums was spreading.
It was the smell coming from Miyuki’s right hand that held her hand.
Did we… Share hand cream?
Giggling to myself like a pervert, I called Miyuki as soon as I got home.
After two or three beeps passed by,
-Yes. Mr. Matsuda. Why?
Miyuki answered the phone.
Seeing the voice ringing, is it in the bathroom?
If you’re going to take a shower… Can you send me a naked picture?
“Why? I just called.”
-Ah… Is it home?
“Uh. What are you doing?”
-I’m going to wash… Is Matsuda-kun safe?
It was also a bathroom.
Today, Miyuki’s voice is very modest.
It looks like it’s going to go crazy with embarrassment, but that kind of reaction isn’t bad either.
“I just arrived.”
-I see… But we ate… You didn’t forget, did you?
“Did your parents invite you?”
-Yes.
“I remember.”
-Then would you like to come to my house this weekend…?
Look at the driving force.
I was really good at reaching out from the wooden horse.
“Ask your uncle and aunt first.”
– Anytime was fine.
“Okay? Saturday? Or Sunday?”
– Um… I think Saturday would be nice.
“Okay. I’ll free up time.”
-Matsuda-kun is usually free. Why are you pretending to be busy…?
Miyuki slowly starts to joke.
I said with a tsk and disapproving sound.
“It’s black again. Wanna be scolded?”
A small laugh came from the other side of the phone.
I must have relaxed, but when I lay down on the bed, I will remember the time when we held hands.
Furthermore, just looking at the merry-go-round and the absurdity will make you imagine the events of the day.
For example… A revolving stage in a playground, the so-called spin-and-run.
-Sorry. I need to shower, so I’ll call you later.
“That’s it.”
-Tick tick all the time… It’s stupid.
“What? Hey…”
Pop.
Before I could say anything, Miyuki hung up the phone.
Something sleazy. Put this on too
**
“Miyuki.”
“Yes…?”
“Why are you so insincere today? Did you study late yesterday?”
To Tetsuya’s worried question, Miyuki, who was walking with her shoulders drooping, shook her head.
“I just… Have a lot to think about…”
From the moment Miyuki came out of the house, his eyes were puffy.
Proof that you haven’t slept well.
She must have stayed up all night until dawn because she was alone and delusional.
Miyuki’s gaze moved slightly towards me.
She looked at the expression I was making now and she stuck out her mouth three inches.
She herself has so many worries, but she must have felt resentful seeing me carefree.
“I think it would be good to close your eyes at least until class starts.”
At Tetsuya’s kind words, Miyuki smiled weakly before she answered.
“I’m fine… Thanks for your concern.”
“Okay…Then should I get you a warm drink?”
“In this weather…?”
“A little bit?”
While listening to their fruitless conversation, I followed behind in silence. Miyuki secretly opened the front pocket of her backpack and put her jelly in it.
We were ripped apart by the locker in the hallway.
I took out a book related to the class and entered the classroom. I saw Miyuki already sitting at her desk with jelly in her hand.
Holding the wrapping paper of her with her large plum drawn on it in her hand, she found her and smiled brightly, but it was so pretty that it was hard to take her eyes off her.
As she sat down with her sad expression on her face, her phone vibrated.
[Thank you for the jelly, but don’t open other people’s bags.]
A message like Miyuki with a naive side came.
I let out a laugh and tapped the keypad to send a reply.
[Sell it again.]
[No.]
An emoticon of a cute rabbit smiling, arriving with a firm refusal.
I raised my head slightly and looked at Tetsuya, who opened the book without knowing anything.
I’m kind of excited. Is it because you feel like you’re secretly dating him?
As I leaned back in my chair and stretched out,
“You’re coming early these days, Matsuda.”
When the professor came in at some point, he straightened his shoulders and answered.
“Because I am a student.”
“Did you eat tardiness and absenteeism because you weren’t a student last semester?”
Because I was dog trash back then.
Even now it is the same.
As I rubbed the back of my neck shyly, small laughter erupted from several parts of the classroom.
Even if the evaluation is not good for the other classes or the 2nd and 3rd graders, at least in this classroom, the wariness toward me is being eased considerably.
It’s nice, but it’s also a bit bittersweet because I feel like my identity is disappearing.
**
Miyuki’s head slowly went up and down.
It’s cute to see you dozing off.
“Should I wake you up? I need to go get some food…”
These were Tetsuya’s words as he looked at Miyuki’s back.
“We have a lot of time, so let’s get some sleep.”
“Okay. I’ll go to the store I should buy some fatigue recovery pills, but I can’t.”
“Yes.”
After sending him away, I went to Miyuki’s side and caught my eye.
It was because the picture was drawn at the end of the notebook on her desk.
A female character who reluctantly refuses a date request from a male character who looks like a mischievous character.
It was a cute graffiti using printed letters to mark the date and number at the top right of the note.
As I looked at the painting up close, I couldn’t hide my smile.
It was because I could tell at a glance.
That these two men and women are me and Miyuki.
It’s a flaw if the hairstyle of the character you drew is different from the real thing… But it must have been an unavoidable choice to express a cute drawing style.
‘He’s good with his hands.’
It looks like it was painted quickly, but the quality is good.
During the break in the 3rd period, you scribbled something, and you were drawing this.
I’m going crazy because you’re so cute
I looked at Miyuki, who fell into a light sleep with her mouth slightly open, then I pulled out her textbook and covered her picture.
“Mmm…”
Did I feel like I was popular with my actions?
Miyuki’s eyes opened wide.
Rubbing her own eyes, she looked around her.
“What is it…? Why are there no people…?”
“Because it’s lunchtime.”
“What…? Really…? Class…?”
“You fell asleep. I do not remember?”
“Mo, I didn’t know… Why did the professor just leave me alone…?”
“I started to doze off 5 minutes before class ended, but the professor didn’t wake me up and just left me alone.”
Ah… She asked, bursting with exclamations.
“Tetsuya-kun…?”
“He said he was going to the store to buy a fatigue reliever for you.”
“Really…? You don’t have to…”
Miyuki, who lost her words, began tidying up her desk.
She then looked puzzled when she noticed that the textbook was covered over the notebook.
She seemed to be confused as to whether she had covered the notebook or not.
Let’s pretend we don’t know
I’ll have to play around at Miyuki’s house on the weekend.
“Why are her hands wiggling?”
Miyuki, taken aback by my question, twisted her own hair.
“Oh no… I’m hungry…”
“When Miura comes, let’s go eat.”
“Yeah… Ah, Matsuda-kun. This…”
After rummaging through the drawers of his desk, Miyuki pulled out a small packaging container and held it out to me.
When I received it and opened it, there were three cookies inside.
“What cookie?”
“… Since I received the cake… I want to give you a thank you gift too… The top one is chocolate, the middle one is cranberries, and the bottom one is nothing.”
“Okay…? I will eat well.”
“Tell me if it’s a hat… I’m home again.”
I was about to pick up a cookie, but I hesitated.
Because some thoughts ran through my head.
‘Are you at home again?’
When I looked at the cookies, the edges were bluntly protruding in places.
It’s pretty, but it’s not well-made, so it’s not suitable for sale in stores.
If that’s the case, this… All I could think of was a cookie Miyuki made herself.
“Hey, Miyuki.”
“Why…?”
“Did you make this?”
“Yeah… Isn’t it ugly? It still tastes good, so try it.”
Was this why you were bickering so much today and fell asleep during class?
And the reason I hesitated when I got out of the car yesterday was probably to ask me if I like cookies.
To show such sincerity… I’m thrilled.
The reward of buying the cake is about to boil over.
Glancing at Miyuki’s shining eyes with anticipation, I picked up a chocolate cookie and brought it to my mouth.
Then he started chewing and chewing.
Miyuki, startled at him, asked.
“Th-why do you eat it so militantly…?”
I nodded my head after removing one cookie in an instant.
“I was hungry. This is terribly delicious.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“It’s a compliment, then. Bring everything in the house tomorrow.”
Miyuki recognized the sincerity of my crooked tone.
His tired face brightened up at once.
“Since the day after tomorrow is the weekend, I will give it to Matsuda-kun after eating at my house and going home.”
“Then what about tomorrow? Are you going to starve?”
“I’m starving… It’s just a snack…”
“Will you take it seriously again?”
“Matsuda-kun’s expression is serious, so I have no choice but to take it seriously…! Ah, anyway, it’s fine if it’s delicious… I’ll have Tetsuya-kun eat it and evaluate it.”
You’re saying something you just can’t get over.
“What are you talking about? Why give it to Miura?”
“Why…? I made a lot, of course…”
“Didn’t you make this for me?”
“Eh, that’s right, but you can give it as a close friend…”
Tetsuya is not a friend, but a rival?
I looked at Miyuki with a frown on my face, then I said in a tone of sympathy.
“Then give me just one.”
“… Why is Simbo so nasty?”
“One.”
“Matsuda-kun, do you know how childish you are right now?”
“One and a half. No more.”
“If you’re going to give me half, wouldn’t it be better to give me just one…? Of course I don’t mean…”
“That’s all right. One.”
“I’m really dumbfounded…”
“But what time should I go on Saturday?”
Let’s change the subject casually, Miyuki quickly replied.
“Oh, I asked my mom about that this morning, and she said it would be fine by noon. How is Matsuda-kun?”
“At noon? I do not care. Then I’ll go at that time.”
“Yes. You know that noon is twelve o’clock, not one o’clock, right?”
You still remember how you showed your ignorance during vacation.
I guess the impact was strong.
With a look of despair on my face, I ate the second cookie without saying anything.
