Reiryuu Academy Student Council

The final test is over and the holidays come again. Day one is a bud grenade that went down with high fever, but after day two we got back on track. The vest was exhausted by sprouting grenades, although the result was gradual.

"Eh, I don't know if this is all..."

And budding grenades are currently shopping. It's not a buyout of ingredients, it's a personal purchase this time. Check out the inside of the shopping bag and squeal like that. I had already bought everything I planned to buy.

"… but it's cold today."

The sprouts rub their hands together. I'm wearing a warmth-oriented mockingjay hoodie, but it's still a little cold.

"Home..."

"That's me. I'm proud to say you're a good pawn."

I thought I'd go home. The bud grenade suddenly opens his eyes to the voice I heard from behind. I found out who the person was by the way he spoke with his voice. The bud grenade tried to escape without looking back.

"Yes, yes, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

That's how they told me, and the man grabbed my right arm.

"What is it... Hagiwara-san"

Bud Grey looked back and glanced at Shin Habara, the man who grabbed his arm. I remember this exchange. Even in the summer, Makoto and I ran into each other in the city and were eventually taken to La Fausto's nightclub.

Now that I think about it, it's not a coincidence, and I don't have to wonder if it was a planned story for Makoto from the beginning.

"I've known him for a long time, and I wonder if that attitude? I'll lose my friends ~"

"If you're a friend like yourself, go away. Goodbye."

Kerakera laughs Makoto. Makoto smiles back, but Makoto doesn't try to let go of his bud grenade arm. Bud grenades don't even freak out when they try.

"Nanahara-chan has power over women, doesn't she?

"Do you want to brag that you're grabbing it with stronger force than that?

Kosokoso and those around him stare at the two people arguing in the center of the sidewalk. A woman's gaze feels enough to stab her. Curiosity about Shin and envy for the bud grenades, both mixed glances were poured on the two of them.

"I also have the ability to learn, so I will follow you properly. So let me go."

"Heh, I was looking forward to more resistance"

Makoto deliberately provokes it, but bud grenades take it carelessly. This is the pot that Makoto thinks it would be if it became cute.

Makoto pulls the arm of the quieter bud grenade. No matter how much I asked, my arm wouldn't let me go. But it's better than stopping there extensively.

"Oh, yeah."

That's what Makoto says as he remembers something, and he looks sideways at the bud grenade. "What is it," the bud grenade asked, pointing head-on at his lack of interest.

"Congratulations on returning to the Student Council"

I didn't expect to hear that word from this man's mouth, and the bud grenade immediately raised his face. When he says it's in front of Makoto, the bud grenade accidentally gives him a soft look.

Every day I didn't stop harassing her, Makoto saved the bud grenade slightly. Remembering that fact, the bud grenade opens his mouth forgetting that his opponent is that Shin Habara.

"… Mr. Hagiwara. At that time, there was..."

"Barca."

Makoto stops the bud grenade trying to say thank you in those words. With the same unreadable grin.

"You're not really blessing me, are you? I have to get back to the student council. Holy Night would have brought me to La Fausto. Then every day I (...) bullied Nanahara. Oh, I'm so sorry."

Yes, this is Shin Habara. The bud grenade I remember narrows my eyes at once. That's like saying, "Give me back the gratitude that came to mind for a moment".

"So what can I do for you this time?

Bud grenades, to calm themselves, change the subject. Shin then opened his mouth with a grin.

"Nothing. It's just that my husband said he met Nanahara."

When it comes to Shin's master, he's the only one. Shin's opinion that he met the bud grenade, so he tried to find it and take it, is that he is a loyal dog. If it's for my husband, it seems prudent to ignore the plans for bud grenades altogether.

"What would you do if that person didn't want to see me?"

bud grenade asks, clapping his shoulders. I don't know if it's moving at the request of Holy Night, but it's only an action from prudent speculation. Makoto laughs at Kerakera again to inquire about the bud grenade.

"What a day Holy Night doesn't want to see Nanahara ~"

If Makoto's observation is correct, clearly, he always wants to see the bud grenade. It's just that this time it's bigger than usual.

"It's Mr. Hagiwara who gets angry."

I'm not denying that.

Makoto laughs lightly. Holy Night wants to see the buds. I don't want to see you. Regardless, if you two go see Holy Night like this, I'm sure he...

"You always stand next to him before me."

In a room in a luxury apartment, the roar echoed just as Shin had thought of it a few minutes earlier.

After that, the bud grenades were carefully taken to the apartment where they lived on Holy Night. This is my second but still luxurious home.

I saw the bud grenade carefully taken, and the first voice the Holy Night gave me is the yell I just made.

"Well, get mad at me like that. I brought you here for the Holy Night, didn't I?

"I would forgive you if your personal feelings went into it at all. I'll admit it."

That means I won't allow it. Makoto makes his usual fun laugh on Holy Night when he says unscrupulous things. With that laugh, even more grumpy Holy Night first mouths coffee and calms the mind. The coffee, by the way, was brewed by a bud grenade.

"Why do I have to make coffee in people's homes?"

Bud Grenade fixes what he used beautifully and returns to the living room where Holy Night and Makoto are.

"It's extraordinary that you brew."

Holy Night sitting on the couch unhesitatingly told one of the bud grenades to complain. On a holy night with a gentle face that would never show anything but bud grenades, bud grenades exhaled lightly.

"Ah, Nanhara. Coffee for me too."

"There's no beans to grind for you."

I calmly point out that Holy Night drinks coffee. Makoto said, "Huh? It's still fun to say."

"Well, tea is fine."

"I don't even have tea leaves to brew for you."

That's what Holy Night said, sounding the chatter and placing the coffee cup on the transparent table in front of me.

"Can't I have anything to drink? You're a rare ass ~. Holy Night."

Makoto rocks a round chair for fun. Makoto sat in that round chair when he came to the house on Holy Night, not to mention the privileged seat. Treat it as if it were your own room.

Even that was kind of awkward, and Holy Night glanced at prudence as he put his legs together.

"If you want a drink, make it yourself. Do it. Don't bother using bud grenades."

On Holy Night, when he said that in front of the diagonal, the bud grenade smiles bitterly. It was no other Holy Night when I asked him to "brew me some coffee" towards the sprouts.

"Early in the day when I met you, does the Holy Night you used say? It."

Shin speaks for what the bud grenade thought. But Holy Night, which should have been starred, is still a grand gesture in Makoto's remarks.

"I'm not. Let him?"

That's what Holy Night says and I only look behind my face. Stared at Holy Night over the couch, the bud grenade laughed half-eyed. They told me the story at exactly the right time.

"That's right."

I think it would be better not to argue poorly, and bud grenades affirm. Then Holy Night watched over the bud grenade answer and turned back to the front. Holy Night hides a niggered face so that no bud grenades notice.

With such a Holy Night figure in his sight, Makoto grinned lightly.

"... Yes, yes, then the disturbing bugs will be dispersed"

Makoto says so and gets up from the round chair. The bud grenade followed Shin with his eyes as he left Stasta and the living room.

"Um, Mr. Qin Zao"

"What?

"Can I drop you off?"

The bud grenade speaks that way to the back of the Holy Night. The body of Holy Night sitting on the couch rocked just a little.

"... yes, come back"

In response, the bud grenade raised an eyebrow. I thought it could be stopped, but unexpectedly there was no voice for restraint from Holy Night.

The bud grenade follows Makoto through the living room and leaves the house of Holy Night intact.

"Mr. Tsuhara!

I found Makoto trying to push the button on the apartment's elevator, and the bud grenade rushed over.

Seems unusual and boisterous, Makoto hears the bud grenade and opens his eyes. And when I saw the bud grenade, I accidentally opened my mouth.

"What?... Why aren't you at Holy Night's?"

There is no hegemony in Shin's voice, where surprises have preceded him. Makoto was most surprised by the pitiful voice that leaked out of his mouth.

"Because I'm bringing you here for Holy Night, it doesn't mean I looked for you not to come with me."

Get back on track immediately, Makoto tells the bud grenade in front of him. The wall made of condominium concrete reflected Makoto's voice and sounded louder around than I thought, even though it was a small voice.

"I'll be right back...... but I was wondering if there was something wrong with the vibe......"

The bud grenade spinned his words with hesitation. Shin now is a serious, and somewhere scary, face to show once in a while.

"I'm not worried about anything, it's just... it doesn't have a good aftertaste when I find out later that I did."

Even so said in words, the gaze the bud grenades are pointing at is overflowing with concern for prudence enough. Because I only recently had a high fever, I somehow caught my heart because I felt the last look of Makoto was different than usual.

Makoto leans against the wall and smiles thinly when he sees such a bud grenade.

"Nanahara is really cruel, isn't she?"

"Huh..."

"I knew I didn't like you."

Makoto made a knack and shoe noise and stuffed the distance from the bud grenade. Makoto often says, "I don't like it". Some "hate" jokes, others "hate" leaving moaning thoughts in the bud grenades.

And this time it's the latter...

"Mr. Hagiwara."

"Nanhara. I'm not nice to Holy Night or anyone else."

That said, Shin, stuffed with distance from the bud grenade, pulls the bud grenade arm. And Shin, with a bud grenade in his chest, held his head down so that the bud grenade wouldn't turn up.

"I don't even know who Nanahara's feelings lean on... but one day when I realize that"

The force applied to Makoto's arm becomes slightly stronger.

"Already like this, come after me. What I know and don't expect is for a lousy woman to do it. You must be such a woman."

That said, Makoto gently drops his mouth on the bud grenade's hair. My lips touched softly so that the bud grenade wouldn't notice me was still smiling slightly.

"Shinohara,?

The bud grenade voice with its head fixed with its chest is wooden spirit with Shin's chest.

When he heard the anxious bud grenade voice, Shin released the bud grenade from himself.

"Then go back. I'm going."

Press the shoulder of the bud grenade, Makoto turns his back on the bud grenade. And now it was time to push the button on the elevator.

"Mr. Hagiwara."

Makoto doesn't look back on that call anymore. But Shin can tell by the bud grenade that he is listening properly to his voice. So the bud grenade continued his words on Shin's back.

"Promise me, Mr. Tsugara."

The bud grenade recalls the words carefully said. I don't know what he meant by what he was trying to say. Still, I only wanted to return it to the bud grenade for what I found out.

"Promise me that if one day you can have someone you really like... you'll only see that person"

Makoto's only drawback is his floating behavior. If you can fix that, even bud grenades have no complaints to complain about prudence.

If Makoto doesn't want the bud grenade to be the worst woman, so does the bud grenade. Because we recognize each other's strengths, we don't want to leave a flaw that someone can grasp.

"This is how jokes don't turn kindness on other kids."

The bud grenade's voice bounces back to concrete and sounds clearly in Shin's ear. The elevator arrived at the same time that the bud grenade ended saying so.

Makoto doesn't say anything and doesn't even look at the bud grenade. I rode straight into the elevator and headed downstairs.

I didn't return any reaction. Prudentially, the bud grenade flaunts his shoulder. Still, I combed my hair feeling slightly warm and laughed like I was in trouble.

Quiet in the elevator.

It's just a high-rise apartment, and it only takes a little time from the top floor to the entrance.

Shin, sitting alone in a private room, was holding his eyes and laughing.

"I've already done it..."

Return to the words of the bud grenade. It is prudence's kindness and weakness not to say it in front of him.

What I took out of my pocket is an important picture I always carry with me. A very beautiful, dear girl is pictured staring at it, Makoto throws up his words.

"... I won't be gentle with you. Barca."

Makoto says so, and puts his strength into the hands of those who don't have a picture. I can't really grip a picture.

The elevator carrying the indelible thoughts went straight down to the entrance.