Reiryuu Academy Student Council

After a month of caution in Osaka, Holy Night was preparing to return to Tokyo.

This past month, Holy Night did not move one thing except for minimal movements such as eating and sleeping, and continued to sit upright on a seat mattress placed at the center of the room all the time.

In doing so, the precautionary disposition handed down from the main house was terminated.

"Dear Holy Night, today is the end of a once and for all prudent disposition"

The moment I heard the words of my entourage, Holy Night was on a smartphone and I contacted a certain person.

He's his partner, of course, who Holy Night contacts first.

"What if. I thought it was time to call you, huh?

Makoto answered Holy Night's call with his usual deceitful attitude.

"Back to school now"

"Rikai. But before you do... you're going to see him, aren't you?

Makoto clouded his expression with a little spiciness on the Holy Night to the question he had heard over the course of time.

"Take it for granted"

'Yeah, well. So I'll tell you what, Nanahara-chan, I think it's the limit already, huh?

"What?"

At this time of year, that news. I also expected Holy Night to be damaging, but I didn't understand Makoto's word 'limit'.

"Nanahara, I hear you haven't been to the student council."

Makoto explains the situation on Holy Night, remembering the other day when he went to see the bud grenade.

The Holy Night, when I heard some talk from Makoto, made my expression all at once.

"That's not true, could you have reported it sooner!

'Yes, calm down. I told you, you can't get out of there on Holy Night.'

"... oh, yeah, I'll be back that way soon"

"Uh, wait a minute! Still hanging up."

Buzz.

Holy Night cuts up calls with Makoto in a rough way and beats Tatami to heart.

"Damn......"

With his fists rubbed against his tatami, Holy Night spewed out his words in bitterness.

"Holy Night."

"... whatya"

My father's entourage, who was watching such a Holy Night, calls the name of Holy Night. From that voice, I returned the Holy Night with a grumpy voice without turning around, knowing that it would be another sermon anyway.

"I just had to be discreet this time, but if this happens again in the future..."

"What should I do? You're breaking the gate?

That's what Holy Night says and laughs with a hoot of nose.

"You can only move in the interest of Qin Zao."

Succession is only on Holy Night. Then it is impossible to break the Holy Night.

I don't like trying to tie myself up in useless words.

But on Holy Night, I knew exactly what was causing my frustration. The truth is, I can't even go against the house, and I can't stand by her at the hardest times. I can't forgive Holy Night the most.

"... it's so cool, really"

That's what Holy Night said, holding my forehead.

After class, the bud grenade immediately leaves the school building behind.

- The last of my days home early without going to the student council is today.

Anxiety and expectations were halfway through the days from tomorrow. Harassment may continue as it is, or it may end quickly with patari.

The bud grenade had felt the past month for a very long time.

With all things in mind, the bud grenade slowly moves forward on his feet.

It's not far from school to home. But not even close. The sun also fell faster, and there were not many streets for bud grenades to pass through, nor so many people.

"... hey, that kid"

"Oh... I won't let you, and you can afford it?

From a little behind the bud grenade, I heard a few guys talking about that.

I wasn't sure if you were talking about yourself, but there aren't many people around, so it's probably about bud grenades.

……

The bud grenade makes the walk a little faster, which I guess is not a good idea to get involved based on the content of the story.

But as the bud grenades speeded up their steps, the footsteps heard from behind also increased their speed.

Tips, tricks...... Tattoo

The bud grenade, which I just thought was bad, was running out the next moment.

"... Ha, ha!

The fact that the usual bud grenades can stay flat is also scary now for some reason. I couldn't help but be anxious even though I knew that the bud grenade's legs were fast and I couldn't catch up with a coarse boy.

- To the president, I'm surprised you had a daughter... -

"Oh no... Ha, ha!

- If you resent me... resent my father...

As he runs, the bud grenade shakes off the voice that rings in his head.

"... Huh!

When the bud grenade stopped, its arm was grabbed by a boned manly hand.

"No...... Huh!

"Bud ho!

Its voice calling its own name reaches the ear of the bud grenade to scratch away the abominable voice that sounds in its head.

"... lying"

The bud grenade saw someone grabbing his arm and squealed so unexpectedly.

"Harp, Zuo......"

For a moment, I didn't know who it was.

The ruffled outfit was very adult for him, wearing black edged glasses, just weaving shirts on slacks and jackets from above, and he couldn't immediately recognize the person as being Qin Zao Holy Night.

"Why, here..."

The words of the bud grenade are blocked along the way.

Holy Night drew the arm grabbed with its recoil and held the bud grenade to his chest.

It tightened the heart of Holy Night that the bud grenades held by Holy Night were so small that they were much thinner than before.

"... asshole. I don't know, lose weight on your own."

The voices that had not been out for a month were not undone in just half a day, and the voices of the Holy Night were plundering as well this morning.

"... Akizo, be careful at home..."

"It's over. Saya, come see me."

Saying so, Holy Night embraces a guzzling bud grenade.

It's not a good idea to have a guy hugging a girl on the side of the road just enough to be named for the news the other day, even if it's a small crowd. I think so. The bud grenades try to push the chest of Holy Night, but it was still a waste.

"Don't worry. Yeah. I'm disguised for this."

What Holy Night calls' disguise 'is probably these glasses and their outfits. Surely I can't really imagine Holy Night being in private clothes. But Holy Night as if it were some movie actor. I felt that was noticeable.

"Mr. Qin Zao..."

Shin told me everything.

The bud grenade shoulder reacts only slightly to the words of Holy Night. Everything Makoto talks about is what he sees. Probably not one good story in it.

"About me... will you forgive me?

That's what the Holy Night asked in an unreliable voice, and the bud grenade rounded his eyes. I don't remember being apologized for on Holy Night in the bud grenade.

"What... are you talking about"

"Culture Festival - Whether I plucked Tojo into going to Lilong, or struck down the article... it was all because I couldn't help you when you were at the student council. You don't blame me."

As if asking me to blame you, Holy Night says.

But there was no mistake in what Holy Night did then, and in the end it was the bud grenade's own problem that was now being hunted down.

"I can't think of a word to blame you..."

The bud grenade felt the power of the Holy Night weakened and pushed his chest back, looking up at the neat face of the Holy Night.

The face of Holy Night that you will see for a long time is a sad face with worry that the officers show.

The only thing I can do to make my loved ones around me look like this is' cunning, shitty girl 'as the board followers put it - yes, the bud grenade felt it.

"I was really happy then. The next time I saw Mr. Qin Zao, I wanted to say 'thank you' before anything else. But I can't even tell you what's so important..."

What the bud grenades tried to do on Holy Night as soon as I met him was to shake his arm off.

Bud grenades didn't even realize that it was taking the place of Holy Night, not chimps, chasing bud grenades along the way. The bud grenade that I couldn't afford by so long is no longer the Nanahara bud grenade that I liked Holy Night.

"I know I don't like being who I am anymore."

Bud grenades look into the eyes of the Holy Night and tell them. Falling into deep darkness, she certainly doesn't have the same strength as before anymore. Back to back with a trembling voice though, those eyes had the same clear light she had before.

The thoughts of Holy Night are not shallow enough to look at her weak and just hate her. The thought was so deep that I couldn't turn back.

"... budding grenade"

On Holy Night, slip your own hand into bud grenade hair, and add your hand to the cold cheeks of bud grenade.

- I want you to look at me and give it back to Li Long.

Even though the bud grenades are pale now, not once have the bud grenades smiled on Holy Night since they were reunited. I was so sorry to see the sobbing face of the bud grenade.

When I saw the officer who brought back the bud grenade then and the happy face of the bud grenade when I found out about it, Holy Night let go of the bud grenade. If bud grenades can no longer be bud grenades, there is no longer any point in leaving bud grenades at Lilong School.

"If you can't laugh anyway... if you stay by my side, yeah, why not?"

The plundering voice of the Holy Night, it doesn't hang up.

The truth is, "If you laugh by your own side, yeah," that's what I wanted to say on Holy Night. Without telling the officer anything though, I'm sure the bud grenade won't laugh heartily if you lock it in your cage with just one big guilt in your chest.

I just have to figure that out and put my thoughts in the back of my heart that the Holy Night, spitting out masochistic words, is still going to crumble.

"Why are you so kind?"

The bud grenade makes me want to stick to that word.

Holy Night narrows his eyes when he sees a bud grenade whining so bitterly. The eyes staring at the bud grenade seemed lovely were slightly worried.

"Why... really, don't you see?

The Holy Night makes me wonder if the bud grenade doesn't realize his obvious heart so far is just pretending not to notice. But for bud grenades now Holy Night is a man on the clouds. Even if he ever liked a bud grenade like that, it was a good friend's level, and I didn't want to think it could be any more than that, no matter what.

"... you don't know that. Yeah."

The Holy Night gently exhales words and releases his hands from the bud grenade cheeks.

The answer to the bud grey question is simple.

But you can't tell a weak bud grenade that. I'm sure an unstable mind may accept all the thoughts of Holy Night without knowing what it really feels like. But it is not the real heart that the Holy Night seeks.

Now all Holy Night wants more than anything else is a bud grenade smile.

I had all sorts of desires to see myself, to be by my side, but still what Holy Night wanted was a happy smile that the bud grenades had lost.

"Just a little... I'll give you some time"

And bud grenades already know how to get it back.

So all you can do about Holy Night is make that trigger for you.

"Tell the board everything by then and change the situation. If I can do that, I'll bring you back."

Spit out your past ready to break everything to stay in Li Long, or give up from the beginning and descend under the Holy Night?

The choices given by Holy Night poke brutal reality into the bud grenade. But if you don't, bud grenades can't move on forever.

I don't want to see the bitter face of a bud grenade.

"Ha... stop talking about this already. I'll drive you home."

That's what Holy Night said, taking the bag out of the hand of a sprouted grenade with a distressed expression.

"Oh, hey..."

The bud grenade tries to take it away because he's sorry to let Holy Night hold his luggage, but Holy Night doesn't give way. I gave up bud grenades because they would get in the car anyway, but if you think about it, you can't see a car anywhere that's supposed to catch your eye.

"It's troublesome when I use it, so I'm getting out of the car on the way. I don't care if you call me now. Yeah."

That's what Holy Night says and walks out. Words say that, but they're not willing to call the car.

I don't know what to do with the bud grenade and it still stands still. Looking back at such budding grenades, Holy Night turned his smile full of his usual confidence.

"You'd rather walk with me for longer. Do it?

That said, Holy Night hangs the black edge glasses back on. His gentle voice sank into a quiet evening path.

The bud grenades line up for a small run next to Holy Night and slowly walk home.

"Mr. Qin Zao"

"What?

"It's fresh, this"

Holy night in uniform bud grenades and personal clothes.

I'm sure there will be no more walking side by side in this neighborhood later or earlier.

"Mr. Qin Zao"

It may have been unfortunate luck to see you now on Holy Night. The slightly lighter mind gave the bud grenade only a little bit of its original strength.

"If it all broke... if I could be me, I'd be back, right?"

The determined bud grenade returns to the strong bud grenade figure that Holy Night wanted to see.

"... let it go"

Holy Night embraced all of the bud grenades in one word of it.

The two slowly proceeded with their legs and headed home.

If we reach home, the bud grenade and the encounter of a moment of Holy Night will mark the end.

There's not a single thing that's endless.

No matter how cruel the tragedy that awaits at the end, there must be an end to it.

Believe that, the bud grenade closed his eyes.