Reiryuu Academy Student Council

Shin was dropped off and the bud grenade returned to the Holy Night room.

Holy Night is sitting on the couch the same as it was earlier. Though I know the sound of the door brought back bud grenades, but Holy Night says nothing.

Such a holy night was only a little creepy, and the bud grenades walked to the front of the couch, facing the Holy Night.

"I'm back......"

Holy Night with its cheeks does not turn its eyes to the bud grenade in front of it. He was throwing his gaze somewhere that wasn't a bud grenade. Was it still a bad idea to let the Holy Night go and chase Makoto? Holy Night finally opened its heavy mouth when the bud grenade thought so much.

"Did Makoto drop you off?"

"Yes."

Holy Night again shut up in reply to the bud grenade. The gaze thrown looks slightly down. And after thinking of something, the Holy Night spun the word in such a way as to exhale.

"... Hey, bud grenade"

Holy Night stares jizzily at the appearance of bud grenades. From the gaze of the Holy Night, which does not deviate in any way, the bud grenades do not escape.

"Me and Shin, if you drown in the river... which one do you help?

A question that doesn't even clap. But the answer is neither deluded nor duly returned. That's all bud grenades found out.

After a period of silence, the bud grenades picked out only one answer. Even with a bitter smile, the bud grenade mouthed it.

"… to help Mr. Qin Zao."

Holy Night keeps an eye on that answer. Bud grenades choose themselves. That's what Holy Night wanted - and yet when it was spoken of, it only left me uncomfortable.

"Why, ya."

The voice of the Holy Night was clogged. The bitter laughter of the bud grenade lingers on my mind. Dominated by the idea that bud grenades cared for themselves, I honestly can't be happy with the bud grenade answer.

Asked why he chose Holy Night, the bud grenade grinned with his cheek as troubled.

"I don't know what to say... I couldn't imagine Mr. Hagiwara drowning at all."

Holy Night raised an eyebrow at the bud grenade answer and narrowed his eyes at the next moment.

"That's... if I did it, I'd drown. Is that what you could imagine saying?

"It will, won't it? So sorry."

That was the reason for the bud grenade's bitter laughter. I'm good at Holy Night. So the imagination that I might not be able to swim was within reach. As soon as I said that, I could imagine the look of it. No.

But to be discreet, I couldn't imagine it at all. He will never drown. I didn't even feel like drowning first.

That's why bud grenades answer. Holy Night or Makoto, the bud grenades led the real answer to that question from their nature, not which is more important.

"Sounds like you."

Holy Night when I hear why, I say so and spill a hoot of laughter. The holy night finally made me laugh and the bud grenade stroked down my shoulder.

That's how the bud grenade looks at Holy Night again as if it's serious. I heard from Makoto that this Holy Night is free and prudent all day. I would be resting at home all day, so I pushed him to his house.

But Holy Night's stature is solid even though he said he was indulgent at home.

My hair is moister than usual but I don't have any sleeping habits because I don't wear wax. Of course, clothes are decent, not bedtime clothes, probably branded stuff.

Seeing the appearance of the Holy Night, the bud grenade shifts its gaze to himself. I'm so worried about standing in front of him, I'm dressed appropriately. The bud grenade sighed hahhhhhhhh.

"Bud grenade"

"Huh? Hey, Mr. Qin Zao"

After a sigh, he was called by name on Holy Night, and the bud grenade rushed up his neck. But the hand of the Holy Night stretched out to the arm of the bud grenade, and the bud grenade fell on him as it was pulled by the Holy Night.

The bud grenade hugged to the chest of Holy Night on the couch feels his heart pulsing hard. "I started floating again the other day to say that I had just done it," Sprout said, shuddering at himself in his head.

"Excuse me, Mr. Qin Zao. I'll be right back."

"Let go, asshole."

I pulled my arm to make this happen. The opinion of Holy Night is natural.

Holy Night hands off bud grenade arms and holds bud grenade hips. The body was securely secured and the bud grenade could no longer escape completely.

Even just a bud grenade will temper your chest through tension if you stay still and embraced on the knees of Holy Night. Such a disgusting self, the bud grenade concentrated on distracting himself from his thoughts so hard.

"The room is huge... you don't have to do this cramped"

"It's... it's cold. You're warm. Do it for a while."

Of course the house on Holy Night is heated and moderately warm. It's definitely cold out there, but this room isn't cold at all. As hot as it gets to the bud grenade because of his current posture.

"If it's cold, why don't we heat it up?"

"... I'm eco-friendly."

With the most pointers from the bud grenades, the words that the Holy Night rushes to fix still become hilarious.

The bud grenade I heard laughed unexpectedly.

"Every day, do people say they drive to and from school? It."

No matter how resistant you may be, Holy Night will surely not let you go. No matter how weird the excuse is, he's still holding the bud grenade.

I can see that, so I stopped "letting go" of the bud grenade as well.

"... Mr. Qinzo"

"What?

"To everyone, I could say it right"

bud grenade said in a small voice.

Give me your face, and there's the face of Holy Night right there. So the bud grenade stared jiggly at his own hands, matching them with his chest without knowing where to put them.

"... know. I'm picking you up... and postponing it again."

Holy Night told me that in a different serious voice. The voice of Holy Night is unchanged somewhere. I'm sure the expression reveals that emotion more.

"Mr. Qin Zao"

But when I see that, my heart is going to shake, and the bud grenade won't be able to look up more.

"I'm not going to La Fausto"

Bud Grey said so calmly, calming his mind. That was decided by the bud grenades. The bud grenades will never transfer to La Fausto in the future.

"My place is in Lilong"

In that election, the bud grenades did win. I defended my precious place with my hands. But that's where the bud grenade force could never protect him.

"... thank you for inspiring me"

That's what the bud grenade says and deposits his tricks and head on the chest of Holy Night. I could say "thank you" properly this time.

I realized that the bud grenades could now be sprouted, and the Holy Night also smiled.

"I'm the only one in the world who moves for something other than myself."

That is an indisputable fact. Tell it without hesitation. Holy Night laughs cously.

"... you have to thank me for the past,"

The bud grenade also gave a thin grin. Formerly the best lady in Japan. The Holy Night moves for bud grenades is the only sign of such greatest respect for bud grenades. Bud grenade recognition does. Sure, that's no mistake either, but all the greatest emotions contained in the Word of Holy Night are missing before they reach the source of the bud grenade.

Decisive identity differences between the bud grenades and the Holy Night bury their emotions in the mist.

"Really, that's the difference..."

"... bad?

Holy Night does not give a reply even if the bud grenade listens back. I told you, it's not a problem.

Holy Night grabs a grasp of bud grenade hair and combs it sarcastically. But do you feel insufficient in length, Holy Night kept your hands afloat in the universe for some time after your hair had drifted off your hands?

"Seya... I thought I'd tell you something."

That's what I say, as Holy Night reminded me. The bud grenade said, "What is it?," he asked. With that said, before coming here, Makoto said, "My husband did what he saw me do". I'm sure it has something to do with what Holy Night is about to say. That's what the bud grenade intuited.

"Eve Day, do you want to take it?

"Eve..."

I'm totally stuck with my plans after Christmas. But by some coincidence, Eve Day had no plans at all.

"I'm here..."

When the bud grenade answers, the Holy Night smiles, saying, "Ho, don't worry."

"To Eve, there's a party over here. Oh, this time it's La Fausto's."

I remember the night club and added a proper explanation for the Holy Night to the half-eyed bud grenades.

"The age groups vary from top to bottom to come to this party. That's what keeps the class from the top to the bottom."

"Why are you taking me?

The bud grenade asks Holy Night with a troubled face. Whatever the party, Holy Night should be positioned as the main guest in position. If it's a public party that's not sponsored by the school, then it's all right to have a common bud grenade next to Holy Night, even if it's just a name.

"The son of the Heavenly Qin Zao family can't invite anyone."

"So..."

"I thought you'd say that, and this time I'll send an invitation to the officers of Li Long."

"What?"

The bud grenade solidified in the statement of Holy Night.

"Top schools for celebrities and top schools for ordinary people. Friendship is a story of public satisfaction. There's nothing wrong with asking you out. Let him?"

With articles and caution after the cultural festival, Holy Night understood his position properly. That's why Holy Night figured out the best way to meet the bud grenades, and decided to invite all the officers, even though they were unhappy.

"I'd really like to see you for Christmas, but I don't even want to host a party hosted by the Tsuzomoto family in Osaka."

That's what Holy Night makes me look sorry. The opposing bud grenade was horrified to hear it. I can't even take it off the sprouts for Christmas. I have important plans.

"I'll pick you up that day. I want your dress ready, so I don't have to think about it."

"Eh... I'm going with all the officers"

"Akan"

Returned instantly, the bud grenade narrows his eyes. Holy Night invited officers not to be suspicious by inviting buds. But doing that would end up being weird with only bud grenades being treated specially.

"Also, maybe they'll write some weird articles, right?

Bud grenades say like trouble. I didn't want to be burdened with Holy Night any more because of myself.

"Not this time, because I'm going to crush the editor who wrote the article from one end to the other."

"No, it's the only problem."

"... I can't tell you how good the reason is, so you're worried."

That's what worries me. Holy Night's rhetoric was pretty terrible just for the excuse to put the bud grenade on my lap.

When the bud grenade exhales, the Holy Night twists "What Ya Nen".

"Don't punish me even after that. The officers see each other every day, but this is the only time I see them."

"Well, it's another school."

"I'll pick you up from Saya. I'll tell you."

"I am willing to go to La Fausto..."

"I get it."

I will not let the words of the bud grenade be spoken at Holy Night. The force holding the bud grenade hips loosens. The bud grenade felt it and immediately rose from the knees of the Holy Night. If you don't hold on tight, bud grenades will slip right out of Holy Night's arms that way.

"You'll be late, Nanahara family will be worried."

"Yes, so I'm leaving now"

The bud grenade picks up his stuff and tries to leave the Holy Night room as it is. But the holy night stopped when I grabbed the arm of such a bud grenade.

"Asshole. I'm going home alone. I'll call the car. Wait."

"Er... I thought you said it was eco-friendly."

The bud grenade follows where it hurts. Holy Night cars are luxury cars anyway, so passing through common people's residential neighborhoods can't help but hurt the gaze from your neighbors.

But Holy Night still cannot give way.

"Be kinder to women than the environment, Akan."

Another lame excuse. I can't imagine Holy Night being nice to a woman or anything. Of course there is only one woman on Holy Night.

"... that's the best gentleman in Japan."

On this again questionable statement of the Holy Night, the bud grenade flaunts his shoulder.

If someone else who is not a bud grenade behaves like this, the Holy Night is sure to be clean.

The only bud grenade in the world that can either have a playful attitude on Holy Night or wield him.

Originally reciprocal, now heaven and earth.

The public gaze is, but only when we are together can we still be equal to the bud grenade and the Holy Night.