Reiryuu Academy Student Council

It's Christmas.

If you walk through the city, you can hear the comfortable Christmas song of the bell from here and there. Standing in the heart of the city, beneath the Christmas tree is so overflowing that it can wait for its loved ones.

Group F girls are meeting in front of the grocery store, a short distance from the Christmas tree.

"Uh, here we are at last. This day..."

"You can't stand it mentally unless you plan something only this time of year."

He looks melancholy at the Christmas tree and voyages like that in a group.

"Thank you for waiting."

There, it was Maiko who showed up just fine. Appearing in the same stylish outfit, Maiko mixed with a herd of F women.

"Why doesn't Maiko really have a boyfriend?

"He's not here. He's not here."

In response to the classmate's remarks, Maiko turns away. Maiko has a beautiful face and looks like she could use a boyfriend as soon as she wants to make it. Still, Maiko doesn't make boyfriends because someone likes them. Maiko would never say anything about it other than a bud grenade because it would be a story to say.

"Is that it? The bud grenade hasn't come yet?

Check the gathering members and Maiko tilts his neck. It's 10 minutes before the meeting time. It's not strange if you're not here, but it's too late for bud grenades.

"Yeah. You're not here yet. And Nanahara, Akane, Yuriko..."

That's how the Christmas party organizers. When the girls started checking on the members they hadn't assembled yet, it got somewhat noisier behind them.

"What? What? Something wrong? What... lying!

Group F girls look back with wild horse guts. And they confirmed who was at the center of the noise and all turned their eyes in unison.

At the heart of the noise is the girl running through the sidewalk. That's quite a pretty girl too. Everyone's eyes were nailed by a beautiful girl running with tremendous momentum.

"Guys, sorry! Late, I'm late!

The bud grenade, which came running to the F group of women, bows his head as he shorts his breath.

"No... it's only 10 minutes ago, fine"

As everyone stared, the bud grenade gave his face with a look of sorry. It will be seen in the eyes of Pokan Group F women since the Cultural Festival, as a beautiful girl bud grenade. The outfit looks like the usual bud grenade, and it's not that cute. It's normal, but the face is so cute that it covers it.

Bud grenade anxiety is further increased because everyone's reaction to the bud grenade is not too strong. I noticed that. Maiko walked over by the bud grenade.

"Ah, Maiko."

"Bud grenade. Did you put on makeup?

In response to Maiko's inquiry, the bud grenade nodded lightly, laughing embarrassingly.

"Uh... yeah. It's my first time... it's hard, it took me a while."

Using the cosmetic tools I got for Christmas presents from Holy Night, the bud grenades tried on their own today.

Because they also taught me how to make up carefully, it makes no sense if I don't practice. That's why I just put on makeup, but this was difficult to show off, took longer than I expected, and I was late to leave the house.

"I figured...... bad, huh?

"What are you talking about? It's perfect."

When Maiko returned that to the bud grenade question, the surrounding woman nodded over and over again, "Yeah, yeah," praising the bud grenade makeup.

"How are you wearing makeup then!?

"What are you using!? Tell me too!!

The bud grenades take less than a minute to arrive and are surrounded by classmates.

"Nanhara-san, that's good. I can't be cute at all with a little makeup!

The word itself is a delightful compliment to the bud grenade, but most of all what made the bud grenade happy was that I was at the heart of the class girls conversation.

"Something about being cute when you wear pink colors here..."

The bud grenade seemed happy, teaching his classmates his freshly remembered makeup knowledge.

After a while, the girls all get together and we all start moving. When I rang the intercom about the big house for the purpose, a chairman of the committee appeared from inside.

"Fine, sorry to bother you!

"I'm just finishing cleaning up. Please, come in."

It is in the house of the chairman of the committee that there will be a Christmas party for Group F. The committee chairman's house is huge and his parents are currently traveling and they have provided the place with pleasure.

The chairman of the committee holds down the door to the house and directs everyone into the house.

Mr. Chairman, I'm sorry to bother you.

When the last bud grenade that came in said so to the President of the Commission, the President of the Commission had his eyes rounded as surprised.

"Wow, Nanhara-san, I'm surprised. You've been wearing makeup today."

Usually Spin bud grenades wear makeup still seems to have shock. Even so, in the case of bud grenades, one of the reasons for the shock is the intensity of the before-the-after when wearing makeup.

"Haha, well..."

"You look as good in makeup as ever," laughed the chairman of the committee when the bud grenade gave it back with a bitter smile.

"From that, Nanhara."

"Hmm?

When the door closed and the budding grenades rose with their shoes in alignment, the chairman of the committee once again spoke to the budding grenades. When the bud grenade tilts his neck to encourage the story to continue, the chairman of the committee pulls the bud grenade straight away and takes him to the living room.

In the living room opposite the kitchen, all the classmates who went inside first wore aprons and waited for the sprouts.

"Uh... what do you mean?

When the bud grenades asked the chairman of the neighboring committee half-eyed, everyone poked their hands in front of the bud grenades.

"I don't care if you buy food for a class party, it's me...... I was hoping to get Nanahara to make it anyway!!

That's how the hostess says it, giving the apron to the bud grenade. It's closer that I almost forced him to have it than to give it to me.

"I picked up the dishes I wanted Nanhara to make!

That being said, now the chairman of the committee gave him a piece of paper with his dish name written off in front of the bud grenade.

Christmas cake. Tandoori chicken, roast beef, etc. Anyway, the full course cooking name is written. You think I already have the ingredients?

"Fine... I would have made it if you'd told me in advance"

"That's why I kept my mouth shut," Maiko pointed out, when Bud Grey said so with his shoulders clasped.

"I ended up asking for a bud grenade, but for once, we all decided to keep our mouths shut because we wanted to help."

All the girls nod at Maiko's words.

"For once, we can serve or something, so I'd like to ask Nanahara for the key flavor!!

The hostess asked the bud grenade to do it again, and the bud grenade laughed cously.

"Absolutely. Everybody make it delicious."

The sprouts turned on the apron and began to look through the cooking list given to them by the chairman of the committee.

My classmate said, "Yay!," he rejoiced in Banzai, and cooking time began just for busy girls.

"Nanhara, what am I supposed to do here?

When the dish begins, the bud grenades are just ready for sampling and seasoning, and they are taken to the working stage where they can be made into classmates such as serving and decorating. But serving is also quite difficult, so I can't exhaust my voice for help from bud grenades.

"Apply some more cream there...... Ah, Harada. It would be more voluminous to serve it on top of each other."

While cooking, bud grenades do so without instruction in serving and decorating classmates.

The chairman of the committee looked in love with the look of the bud grenade, which he relied on during the cultural festival, but which is still as reliable today.

"All right, let's go."

The bud grenade finally left a decoration on the cake with "Merry Christmas" in chocolate, and the dish was all done.

"That's Nanhara."

"You're really smart."

You can create all 15 dishes scheduled in two hours, and the classmates all get a sigh of admiration. Normally I just need more time, but when I heard the classmate's opinion that I wanted to finish making it by 18: 00, the bud grenade finished the dish just before 18: 00.

"It's because everyone helped me. Thanks."

The bud grenade laughs and removes the apron.

It is true that the cooking time was reduced because we help with this number of people and make it in parallel at the same time, because it is one of the factors, but the most significant element would have been the accuracy of the bud grenade cooking procedure.

"Oh... when I start living alone or something, I really want Nanahara-san"

Everyone nodded at the whining of one classmate, and the bud grenade who heard it grinned bitterly, and Maiko laughed with pleasure.

Then about half an hour later, the intercom of the President of the Commission's house rings. Looks like Group F boys have arrived.

"Fine. Sorry to bother you."

"Wow, so good. House of the Chairman of the Commission"

Men come in, reacting similarly to women. Girls relaxing in the living room welcomed such boys everywhere.

"Welcome, boys. Merrickly."

"Merrickly...." Awesome! What, this dish "

The man who came to the living room glances at the sumptuous dishes in his eyes.

When she saw that face, the woman grinned and said, "Handmade! Let me brag," but the boys soon found out who made it as the Lord.

"As always, that's awesome. Nanhara."

"Shit, you cracked it."

The woman laughed so jokingly tongue-in-cheek. No matter how you look at it, it's not just the level of cooking that high school students make, so it's natural to say that the bud grenades made it without hesitation.

"So where's Nanhara?"

When I put my stuff down and started settling down, I started looking for a bud grenade where the boys weren't in the living room, led by Takimoto.

"Nanahara-san is in the kitchen with Uemura."

That's what I'll tell you. The chairman of the committee is smiling at Nimmari. I didn't know why he was smiling so much, and the boy leaned his neck, but at the same time the sound of patties and slippers rubbing against the floor echoed from the kitchen.

"Did you call someone?

A bud grenade came to the living room after he had finished washing when he heard what he called the men's "Nanhara".

But the moment the bud grenade appears, the men's thought circuit stops. Several overheated, frozen men made a noise and dropped the smartphone they were messing with.

"... uh, okay? Smartphone not broken?

A bud grenade picks up a smartphone in front of him and gives it to him, but Takimoto doesn't open his mouth with his face in bright red.

Takimoto Ku

"Nanhara-ah! Thanks! Merry Christmas! Thankyou!!"

Suspiciously narrowing his eyes to a bud grenade, this time a group F boy began worshipping. The eye of the bud grenade narrows once again to its unintelligible behavior.

"I missed this Nanhara again!

"Nanhara is Nanhara..."

"It's not hard to be single if I can spend time with you right now!!

Being single and not alone, if you can spend time with a beautiful girl from Lai Luo Chong, it's the result Au Lai.

"Why do you get sad when you're praised?"

"I won't punish you for hitting me, buddy."

The bud grenade stared at the man calling out the exclusive words "now" and "this" with a distant eye, and sighed so that Maiko could sigh as well.

"Nanhara! Why don't you try Santa Cosplay?

"... wow!! You guys, come on!!

It was Takimoto who finally couldn't help but raise his voice to what the heating men had to say.

"What is it, Takimoto? You want to see it too. Santa Cos of Nanhara"

"Just kidding! Don't get into your delusions, Nanhara!

"Yes, that asshole boy there. Ugh! Nanhara-san, come here."

A woman directs a bud grenade to a safe place as she sends her contempt gaze to the men who engage in silly conversations. Then Maiko calmly slapped Maiko on the head saying, "Takimoto, shut up" and the matter was collected.

That's why the Christmas party started.

That doesn't mean we'll do anything special, but we all had a bud grenade made treat and let Wye and I play the conversation.

"Heh, you have a brother named Nanhara?

"Yeah. I'm in high school now."

"Hey, Nanhara! Don't you have a picture of Langtang-kun? Sell it to me if you want!!

"Ugh, sell......?

Surrounded by classmates other than Maiko and Takimoto, the bud grenades participate in daily conversations. That was fresh, it was just a chat, but it was fun and I couldn't help it.

Fun time keeps passing. It was already dark outside the window and the bud grenades looked out by the Christmas tree decorated by the chairman of the committee.

"Nanhara, what are you doing?

Takimoto comes by the bud grenade. When the bud grenade looked back and laughed, Takimoto still dyed his cheeks red.

"I thought we were done with the Christmas party, and I missed something."

Saying that, the bud grenade laughed lightly.

"Sure, two hours is fast. The class feels so long."

Takimoto stood next to the bud grenade and looked out the window just like the bud grenade.

"That feeling, I've come to understand it lately."

"Huh?"

Takimoto tilts his neck toward the bud grenade. The bud grenade smiled lightly as he looked out the window, opening his beautifully moisturizing lips.

"You say when it's fun, you feel time go by fast, and when it's boring, you feel time go by slow, right? I never thought of that in the past."

In the bud grenade, the flow of time was much the same. There was no sense of "fun" in everyday life that really changed anything, and it didn't even give the bud grenade the sense of "boredom" that comes from that comparison.

"That means it's fun now, right?

"Yeah, that sort of thing"

When the bud grenade laughed hella, Takimoto turned a little serious by saying "Lai Ian".

"Nanwon"

"Hmm?

"... I'll give up on you"

To Takimoto's abrupt remarks, the bud grenade raised his eyebrows only slightly. Takimoto laughs bitterly at such a bud grenade reaction.

"Nanhara, who liked me, was still about to reach me."

Shoots grenades, who liked Takimoto, did lose their abilities, but their appearance, the surrounding atmosphere and personality were all the appearances of girls in high school who lacked a little motivation to show them to Takimoto.

"But you, you're getting better and better... It's so cute today, I can't line up next door. Do it."

Takimoto tells the bud grenade as he dyes his cheeks. The opposing bud grenade clouded his expression only slightly.

"Was Takimoto-kun better... the old me?

That makes the bud grenade mind anxious. Sure, bud grenades today are different from the old bud grenades. For the greater sensitivity, the change in expression was also slightly greater, resulting in a girly, rounded serenity in both speech and method.

He frowned as to whether such a slight difference had created a wall with Takimoto, and to the anxious bud grenade, Takimoto exhales a great sigh.

"Chicks."

……

"Uh... I like you now too. Don't be sorry! Because I know!

Takimoto doesn't ask for a reply to the third confession he didn't intend to say. But no matter how many times I see it, there seems to be resistance to the statement that I "like" it, and the thin, reddish cheeks of Takimoto darken its color more and more.

"It's just that I'm close to admiring what I like about you right now. I can't believe I'm making out with you right now, like a real officer."

That's why Takimoto decided to give up the sprouts. The imagination of dating a bud grenade kept moving away from reality every day more and more, and I saw a beautiful girl bud grenade today and Keri attached to its heart.

"So you'll always be my proud girlfriend."

That's what Takimoto told me, the bud grenade looked a little surprised and laughed happily fuzzy at the next moment.

"Yeah, keep it up. Takimoto."

That's what the bud grenade says and returns to the circle of classmates with a light foothold. It was difficult to get into the class circle before, and now it can blend in with nature.

Maiko slowly walks over by Takimoto staring at such bud grenades.

"Are you sure? If you work hard, it could have worked out surprisingly well, right?

Takimoto looked back at Maiko and exhaled a grand sigh.

"You can't decide. He's definitely my favorite guy. I know you haven't noticed that at all."

When Takimoto said with a troubled face, Maiko saw the bud grenade laughing happily over there while saying "hey".

She said she would be cute if she fell in love, but the bud grenade had only gotten a little cuter these days without makeup. Who is that by...

"Who the hell does that kid like?

"I don't know. But I'm not going to notice that unless it's a big trigger."

The emotional boundaries of "likes" to a buddy who can share everything and a special "likes" given only to one person are very vague for a buddy who hasn't even had his first love yet.

"Well, we just watch in the shadows, right?"

Maiko and Takimoto stare jizzily at the fun laughing bud grenade thing.

That's how the fun Christmas party ended.