Translated by KaiesV
Edited by KaiesV
I donât know if the distance between neighbors is close or far.
However, in the restricted space of a room that isnât so large, itâs natural that Sendai-san is close enough for us to almost touch each otherâs shoulders.
From then on, the tablet kept showing a movie in front of us, which was about as far away as we could get, until the end of the movie, which I donât know if I wanted to watch or not.
I let out a gasp and hit the surface.
Bashan.
The sound of water echoes in the bathroom, wetting my face.
I close my eyes and shake my head.
Then I let out a smallãannoyingãsound.
After watching the movie until the end roll, we had a game of rock-paper-scissors to see who would get into the bathtub first. I won, and I was the one about to drown in the bathtub. Sendai-san is in her room.
I opened my eyes and look at the surface of the water, stained blue by the bath salts.
After pressing the play button of the movie, which had been interrupted by the kiss, there was nothing between us because Sendai-sanâs reason continued to retain the form of reason and did not seem to disappear. I donât think that is something to complain about, as I was able to watch the film all the way to the end without incident and in peace.
I didnât want to do anything to Sendai-san beyond watching the movie, nor did I want her to do anything to me, so I shouldnât have any complaints about that, but I find it boring.
ãâ¦Itâs bad enough that the movie wasnât interesting.ã
I couldnât keep looking at the screen with interest, so I became aware of Sendai-san next to me.
Maybe Sendai-san could have done to me what she did to the Penguin, or I could have done to her.
How the inevitable was almost born from somewhere in me, then erased, then born again, and so on.
Even now, I almost wish I had followed her lead and gone on.
I have a hazy feeling inside me that wonât go away even if I am in the bathroom without Sendai-san. Instead, the haze turned into something heavier than hot water, darker than the blue of the waterâs surface, and headed toward the âSendai-sanâ inside me. I slapped my cheek as the elusive thought seemed to take on a definite shape.
I wonder what Sendai-san would do in a situation like this.
Such a thought pops into my head and I rush to turn it off.
This is not something to think about.
Because, Sendai-san is aloneââ
I almost recall a secret of hers I had heard in the past, but I hastily dismiss it.
ãReally, itâs frustrating.ã
What I need to think about now is not Sendai-san, but the place where the two of us promised to go to see the âpenguinsâ during the holidays. Now that Iâve said Iâll decide, I have to pick a âdestinationâ before the holidays are over.
The aquarium I went to with Sendai-san.
The zoo I went to with Sendai-san.
Penguins were in both places, so I could do either of those. But penguins arenât that rare, so there are a number of places where I can see them if I look for them. So, other places are fine. If Iâm not sure, I can choose by ladder lottery, or you can look for a place that is the closest to here.
To begin with, penguins should be unimportant to Sendai-san, and it should be no different no matter where we go to see them.
Perhaps Sendai-san does not like penguins that much.
Itâs not just penguins.
Animals and non-animals alike seem to like it equally and not so much. At the same time, there doesnât seem to be anything that could be called something I dislike. Maybe it is something that I can call unimportant.
The âlikesâ and âdislikesâ she refers to are like fluffy clouds, easily changing shape and seemingly disappearing.
When I am with Sendai-san, I sometimes feel that I am one of those things that she doesnât like so much, and that maybe she just doesnât dislike it.
At such times, it seems as if Sendai-san, who looks at me and touches me as a matter of course, is looking at me and touching me by some mistake.
I donât mind if her tutoring students are like that, but it is not interesting for me to be like that.
ãâ¦Itâs all your fault, Sendai-san.ã
I slap the blue surface. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
I donât care how Sendai-san feels right now.
I want to see the penguins during the holidays, and if Iâm going to go see them anyway, Iâd better do my research before I go.
I leave the bathroom, change into a sweatshirt, and go to the common area. Place a glass on the table, take an orange juice out of the fridge and pour it. I take a sip and look at Sendai-sanâs room. The door doesnât open. I take another sip and exhale.
There is no point in staying here, so I grab my glass and try to go back to my room, but the door that didnât open earlier opens and Sendai-san comes out into the common space.
ãYou just got out of the bath?ã
A soft voice asks.
ãYou know it when you see it, right?ã
ãI know, but let me check.ã
As she said this, Sendai-san came up to me and lightly pulled my hair.
ãMiyagi, your hair is still wet. Did you dry it properly?ã
ãMost of it dried out.ã
I wiped my hair after getting out of the bath, although it may not have been as âproperlyâ as Sendai-san said. It might be wetter than usual, but I wiped it off, so there should be no problem.
ãWhat do you mean âmost of itâ? Wipe or dry off more or youâll catch a cold.ã
Sendai-san says it like the nagging parents you see in dramas and manga.
ãItâs you who catches cold, Sendai-san, isnât it? And I donât.ã
Before and after I came to this house, it was Sendai-san who had a cold. I may have been sick, but I never fell asleep.
ãMaybe so, but even you might pull it off, Miyagi. Iâll bring you a hair dryer. Stay here.ã
ãDonât bother bringing your hair dryer.ã
ãOkay, Iâll just towel you off.ã
ãI donât need the towel as well.ã
ãI wonât hesitate. Wait for me.ã
My words are ignored and Sendai-san disappears. She then quickly returns with a towel.
ãMiyagi, sit here.ã
She pull out the chair I always sit in, and Sendai-san smiles at me.
ãWhy?ã
I ask her as she stares at me.
ãBecause itâs hard to wipe your hair.ã
ãI can at least wipe my hair myself.ã
I avert my gaze from Sendai-san.
I donât want her to touch me now.
The haze I felt in the bathroom has not gone away.
I was trying to fill my head with thoughts of where the penguins were, but that didnât work out too well. I think if Sendai-san touched me now, the haziness would grow even bigger and I would crush the penguins.
ãDo you really want me to wipe your hair that badly?ã
I canât answer the question.
I gulp down my orange juice and pass it to Sendai-san.
ãIâll give you the rest, so give me the towel.ã
Sendai-san said nothing.
It was too quiet and I glanced at her and she said,ãOkay, here you go,ãand a towel was placed on my head. I pick it up and spread it out, it smells good, and I turn my back to Sendai-san. I scrub my hair with the towel she gave me and tell her in a small voice,ãItâs tomorrow.ã
ãWhat about tomorrow?ã
ãA day to see the penguins.ã
ãIsnât it too sudden?ã
ãIf you donât want to go, thatâs fine.ã
ãI didnât say I wouldnât go. So, have you decided where weâre going?ã
When I turned around after being poked in the back, the orange juice was gone from the glass she was holding.
ãâ¦Iâll tell you that tomorrow. Weâre going out for lunch early, so make sure you get up.ã
I donât want to say that I donât know where weâre going.
I donât want to tell her what weâre going to find out.
If I told Sendai-san, she would probably make a lot of noise, and I donât want her to follow me to my room and say weâll decide together. If she were next to me, I wouldnât be able to calmly investigate.
I donât want to decide where the haziness is going before I decide where Iâm going tomorrow.
ãMiyagi, you should get up as well. No oversleeping and cancelling appointments!ã
ãI never oversleep.ã
ãif thatâs the caseâ¦ã
Sendai-san then handed me the empty glass and added,ãIâll leave the washing to you.ã