Reiryuu Academy Student Council

"Yes, coffee"

After showering each other, the bud grenades were drying their clothes and sitting gymnastically on a long chair with legs in the living room, dressed in a pair of clothes.

"Thanks."

The bud grenade receives coffee from the shoots, and the shoots sit across the chair from the shoots grenade from the table.

Mindful of the sleeves of clothes a little bigger and dabbling, the bud grenades were feeling the heat of a coffee cup.

"I'm sorry. Don't do anything."

"What are you talking about? Don't apologize because I told you to sit down."

The bud grenade that came to the house of the Buddha is only a guest. Therefore he slowly sat down in the bud grenade, and prepared even the coffee for the bud grenade. I really wanted it to be brewed in a bud grenade, but the philosophy of the bamboo didn't allow it.

"Well... bud grenades taste better brewed"

He laughs at the bud grenade as he puts his mouth on the cup. Bud grenade grinned bitterly at the words of the unlied.

"It's delicious that Kamiyo-kun brewed it."

"Good for you."

With his mouth full of brewed coffee, the bud grenade turned his gaze to the one in front of him. Noticing that gaze, he tilts his neck.

"Hmm?"

"Oh, uh... it's a shame it's raining, even though it's a big outing"

"Really? I was lucky to bring a bud grenade into the house."

Bud grenades were inadvertently sprinkling coffee in the cup in a bold statement that said: Running over to the bud grenade he grinned bitterly and rubbed the back of the bud grenade.

"I'm sorry. That was a joke."

"... Kamiyo-kun's idiot"

The bud grenade looks resentful about the grub as he coughs up. When he confirmed that the bud grenade had settled, he sat across from the bud grenade again.

"But well... because I was going to go somewhere where I could talk slowly"

Though the way she said it was too blatant, she laughed that she was not joking about what she said earlier.

"... talk,"

The bud grenade shrugged small and stared at the twilight.

I drink coffee in front of the bud grenade in a way that is no different than usual. He should be properly aware of the doubts that are floating in the bud grenade, but it was badly unnatural for him to have a flat attitude as if he hadn't noticed it.

Out of sight from such a gaze, the bud grenade tilts his consciousness towards what is going on in the room.

At first glance I thought it was a beautiful room. I didn't imagine a room that was scattered because of its character, but still too...

"Misty room, isn't it?

The bud grenade raises his eyebrows slightly after being told what he thought. To the attitude of the pictorial star and the round bud grenade, he smiled.

There are budding grenades in the living room. There's just a long leg table and two chairs, then a desk and a bed with a computer.

Apparently clothing and books are in the closet, but only the very least is really put away.

"... I didn't know I lived alone"

'Cause I didn't say so.

Xu replied that with a bitter face to the bud grenade grunt.

"Does everyone know?

"... yeah, I know"

The only person on the board who didn't know about it was a bud grenade. No matter how close you get, it hasn't been a year yet, that fact isn't pleasant for bud grenades.

The expression of bud grenade clouds. I didn't want to see the face of the bud grenade like that, and he dropped his gaze.

"I didn't hide it... I just want you to know that"

He laughed lonely. "I wonder where to start..." he muttered, trying to think of one person, then he quietly opened his mouth.

"The sprouts... what do you want to hear?

As the best way to do this, he decided to talk about everything from what the bud grenades wanted to know in turn.

That's something I've decided from the beginning. Today, he had already decided to reveal everything about himself to the bud grenade. That's why I led the bud grenades to my house without getting lost when it rained.

Bud grenades get lost in the inquiry. There was too much I wanted to ask, and I didn't know which one was right to ask from.

"Since when do you live alone?

"... since I was in the middle."

So early, he lives alone in this apartment. The fact shocked a few bud grenades.

"Why...?

The next question was easily taken from the mouth of the bud grenade. I wasn't sure if I could ask, because he had allowed it to sprout in advance.

Asked why he lived alone, he scratched his cheek like he was in just a little trouble.

"The reasons are complicated...... Simply put, for my cousin."

"Cousin...?

When the bud grenade frowned, he grinned. The bud grenade reaction was natural, and it was natural not to know how it related to the living alone of the cunt and his cousin.

"Now it's my father's sister who's protecting me - my aunt, but my cousin is the..."

"Hey, wait a minute"

Concerned about the premise of the words told, the bud grenade put a stop to the words.

"Protection... what about your parents?

The question of the bud grenade makes me happy. Xu spilled a bitter laugh at the fact that he had skipped the first thing he had to focus on.

"He's dead. More than a decade ago, in an accident."

Hearing that answer clogs the bud grenade's breath. With such a bud grenade reaction burning in his eyes, he continued his words.

"For my kindergarten graduation celebration, I went for a drive with my parents... I was in an accident then. It was a big accident, a tragedy that made me want to cover my eyes... and yet it seems I'm the only one who miraculously survived."

Xu was telling the facts of his past by doing something else like HR. But the bud grenade regretted reminding him of such a tragic past and letting him speak out of his mouth.

"Sorry...... Remind me of the hard stuff."

That's how the sprouts apologize. But when I heard Bud Grey's apology, he looked at Bud Grey with a lonelier face than he had just done.

"If I can remember... it must be hard"

"Huh?"

The bud grenade tilts its neck at the words it contains. Xu said the fact of the shock with a thin grin.

'Cause I don't have any memories of my parents on my head.

Bud grenade eyes open wide.

"There's no one left...?

"It's missing. Even so, I spent a little over six years with my parents, so not much."

The bud grenade accidentally opens its mouth. But I couldn't find a good word and couldn't speak up.

"The shock of the accident, the confusion, I lost all my parents' memories."

I've heard stories of amnesia in accidents. If you lose part of it, I hear it is often an important memory in the person.

Contrary to the bud grenade, which never forgot one tragic incident, he lost all of his precious memories with the memory of the incident.

"So to be honest, it's pretty tragic to remember about a week after the accident."

Lost their parents, lost their memories, too. I can't even remember that, even though two strangers lying in front of me were very important to me. The fact that I saw the remains of my parents did not create an emotion of "sadness," and even though my relatives were all crying, I did not only weep.

"He's a terrible son, isn't he?

Though he says so, the bud grenade could not answer anything. He didn't cry because he was ruthless. The reason is too spicy, bud grenades can only distort the face.

"But fortunately, my relatives told me that I'd be happy to take it from them."

It seems that the parents were a well-known couple of scholars in their muscles, and the original IQ value was high. My relatives wanted me rather than neglect what I could be proud of in the future.

But that led to one guess.

"If you're the perfect person, they all need me. So, what's the other way around? …"

"... Kamiyo-kun"

A person who doesn't need to be perfect - it was exactly the same anxiety that the bud grenades once had.

"That's why I made it a rule in myself that no one can beat me in everything to protect my place."

And as a result of his relatives' discussions, he was to be taken to his aunt's house. To avoid any inconvenience to the aunts and their wives, Xu continued to produce their satisfactory results. That would have protected his place.

"... really, just where I am (...)"

Instead, the remarks of the Qi were very creepy, as if they had broken someone's place.

"My aunt had a son my age.... say you're full. To be clear, I'm not a very guided kid..."

Originally unable cousins were further depressed by comparison with My aunt drowned a well-made stepson and became obnoxious to a badly made real son.

But he didn't think it made sense. It took away the place that was originally given full power.

"If I were him... I'd probably want me to disappear. That's how I started living alone when I was sure I could stand on my own."

The truth about why that's why I lived alone for my cousin.

"My aunt disagreed so much with me... but she would allow me so much if I promised to always be my aunt's proud son..."

So extra, I just had to think that's all because * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Then again, while the anxiety could not be removed, he remained at the top of the table. If you fall from that throne, everyone will be gone from around you, and you will be abandoned. The only way to know whether or not that obstructed idea was to lose its status. And as one person, he could not plunge the bull off the top seat, and his reasoning had begun to turn into certainty.

"That's when I met you."

"To me...?

That day - the first Othello with a bud grenade on a rainy day as if it were today - was the first moment in which he didn't win.

You don't have to lose, you don't win. That was the first wall I had been waiting for for.

"So... if you didn't recognize me as anyone else, even if I fell from where I am one day, you're the only one who needs me the same... that's what I thought"

So he craved a bud grenade to hold his keys, and made the bud grenade an officer. The truth was deeper, although the reason why the pomegranate was placed by its side certainly exhausted the phrase "because the pomegranate did not beat the pomegranate".

"That anxiety... is it still there?

bud grenade asks quietly. Then he shook his head to the side.

"If I'm still stubbornly committed to winning... I'm definitely the King this year."

“ That ’ s what he says, ” he said, taking a seat. I took a black leather notebook from the top of the desk where the computer was located, and I opened a page and gave it out in front of the bud grenade.

Sticky paper sandwiched in a notebook page is firmly engraved in the memory of bud grenades.

"1/∞ = 0"

Read the equation written on that sticky note, and Xu smiles. Bud grenade was surprised that he still had that sticky note, which he wrote sappily and appropriately.

"Really, you're way beyond my imagination... you've scratched out my anxiety"

The equation was a testament above all to the fact that the bud grenade admitted to his defeat. And I knew the bud grenade wasn't the perfect person, and he needed it right.

"That's all I wanted to know, and I put the bud grenade by my side.... maybe it was all my ego after that."

I affirmed all of the bud grenades, and I wanted the bud grenades to rely on them, all for bud grenades. But the truth is that it was all for me, for my own pleasure, and since when has my anxiety begun to descend?

"This is who I am."

The anxiety that is overridden by the disappeared anxiety is endless. That was the true weakness of the perfect mask.

What did the bud grenade think when he found out all about it?

He turned a sad glance at the bud grenade, which just stared inside the coffee cup and wouldn't open his mouth.

"... disillusioned?

The voice echoes in a very quiet room, very uncut. The shoulder of the bud grenade asked shook slightly.

Suddenly, the thought of bud grenades has not caught up with the packed story. But I just know I have to say something now, and the bud grenades drank the warm coffee in the cup all at once.

"Bud grenade...?

"to… but"

Spread the bitterness of the coffee all over your mouth, bud grenades spin your head. He watched as if he was surprised.

"Boss..."

"Kamiyo-kun"

As he tried to peek into the face of the bud grenade that leaned down, the bud grenade tried to control it and called his name.

"Kamiyo-kun is not perfect"

Bud grenade tells the fact that he is also aware of it. But before the words clouded his expression, the bud grenade continued his words.

"But then... there's no need for Kamiyo-kun to move just for others, is there?

Still shaking her slightly damp hair, the bud grenade said that in a quiet voice.

"Bud grenade..."

"Kamiyo-kun needed me, he led me all the way... even if it's what Kamiyo-kun did for Kamiyo-kun, so if he saved me properly, it's not just an ego"

The happiness felt by the bud grenades was genuine even if it all began and continues to this day in the selfish way of thinking.

"So I knew I'd say 'thank you' to Kamiyo-kun."

The gentle words of the bud grenade creep into the heart of the garden.

"I'm not disillusioned. Even though you knew my secret, you accepted the whole thing."

Makes me want to believe that I am a good person to be gentle with buds. Just looking at the smile of the bud grenade, his heart stopped hanging up.

"But I... fundamentally suck, right? I couldn't shed a single tear when my own parents died, and I just used the aunt I raised so dearly... I threw away the place I was given."

Even though his face, which he tells him so, is so uncut and distorted that he is likely to cry now, there is no tear coming from his eyes. So the bud grenade gently touched the cheeks of the clams.

"Bud grenade..."

"If you think you suck, it's okay"

The gaze gets a slight voice. But that's speechless.

If you had seen the remains of your parents, you could have lied and cried. But I didn't do it because I cherished my parents, who I don't remember should not mourn with a false heart no matter what others thought of me.

I must have thought of them not least, though I may have stayed perfectly human for my aunt and his wife to protect my place, but I still tried to be perfect after I left my place.

And if you really were a chunk of ego, you didn't even have to leave your place thinking about your cousin.

"Because even though it's really all something I can't help but still, Kamiyo-kun can blame himself properly..."

So the sexual evil that is in the temple is a falsehood spread later.

"Kamiyo-kun is a sweet man."

The bud grenade laughed at him as he was without makeup.

"... budding grenade"

He squeezes the hand of the bud grenade touching his cheek.

"That's what you say... you're sweeter than anyone."

Hidden eyes in the forehead cannot be seen in bud grenades. Still, I was only certain that the word bud grenade had arrived properly in his heart.

"Well, let's be tough - shall we?

"... that's not too bad... but only now, I'd be glad to give you extraordinary kindness"

The bud grenade also laughs crunchily at the words of the mingled smile.

"Kamiyo-kun always suppresses too much. I wish I could say more Wagamama."

When the bud grenade said so in his troubled face, he sighed as he leaned down.

"If I start talking about Wagamama, I'm sure the bud grenade will break."

"What kind of wagamama......?

When the sprouts frown, the sprouts lift their faces.

"You want to hear it?

The eyes staring at the bud grenade were fun, but somewhere full of love.

"... just for today, I'll make it happen for you"

That's what Bud and Bud replied to his teasing glance.

"Then..."

Of all the wishes that I wanted to be fulfilled, I chose the purest and most unintended.

"I'd love some sprouts."

"Huh?"

Receiving an excessively simple wish, the bud grenade looks surprised. Then the quencher snapped his throat.

"Would you have preferred another wish?

That's what he says and pulls the hand of the bud grenade. The bud grenade got onto the desk with its recoil, and the distance from the * clogged at once.

"If you want... I'd be happy to change your favors."

That was told at a breathtaking distance, and the bud grenade shook off his hand in haste.

"You can cook, right? Kamiyo-kun."

The bud grenade asks quietly in the guise of calm so that his face does not turn red. The way it looked was funny and I snorted with laughter.

"Oh, you can use whatever's in the fridge if you want"

"... yes"

That's what the bud grenade said, dragging the hem of the jersey borrowed from the

Cook and eat for two. There was some calm air drifting through the room even though it was quiet.

After eating the food deliciously and cleaning up afterwards, the two sat face to face again, just like they had just done.

Now I have a proper bud grenade brewed coffee in front of two.

"It's raining, it's falling."

"Oh, it's true"

Looking out the window, the rain grain was getting a little smaller. I have a hand in going out now, but I don't think I'll ever go out under the cold rain again where I've gotten used to my bud grenades, so I immediately erased the plan.

"Bud grenade"

"Hmm?

Before the bud grenade, which drinks coffee with both hands, he offered a white box.

"A gift from me to you."

That's what they say, and the bud grenades panic and hang their hands on the bag. Fishing in the bag with Gossogoso, the bud grenade offered an elongated black box before the

"From me, too, Kamiyo-kun."

We give each other presents and hang hands on the gifts we get. The first one I opened blinked my eyes to a fountain pen that looked familiar coming out of the box.

"This is..."

"It's broken, isn't it? Gejong told me."

The gift given by the bud grenade is a fountain pen that he has always used. And that was broken by an incident the other day. He asked Shotaro, who was nearby just then, because he no longer saw the fountain pen he always had at his disposal at the border one day.

"Shotaro... what did he say?

"Eh, sure, if Kamiyo-kun was putting together a committee magazine, he said it would fold..."

Bud Grey teaches Shotaro the dialogue he told me, wondering what brush pressure would break him.

Then he exhaled as if relieved.

"I'm glad Shotaro taught me."

"To?"

He groans so with a bitter smile. If it was Camero who taught it, he would have taught it with pleasure without covering it up: 'I'm on a committee - I'm upset and broke by your rumored boy'.

"Thanks. This fountain pen is the easiest thing to write. It helps."

"No."

With that said, the bud grenade takes out the contents of the gift he received from the What came out was a small domed figurine.

"Snowdome."

That's what the bud grenade said and looked at that dome from various angles. Christmas trees are embellished in beautiful crystal balls, and the snow is brilliant around them. The base had a lovely Christmas lease decoration and it was so beautiful.

Seeing a bud grenade that sparkles his eyes, he laughs contentedly.

"... I found it the other day when I went to my aunt's house for the first time in a long time"

A voice came down, and the bud grenade pointed only at the gaze.

"I knew that house wasn't a good place for me to be... so I've been avoiding going home"

Knowing Bud Grey's past, he also decided to move on; he decided to head to a place where he had stopped showing his face properly since middle school.

After a while, my aunt and I went back and greeted her like before. Thanks to his departure, he was able to regain his place again, and his cousin Mandu welcomed him with joy.

Their families had regained their original form without them.

"I was honestly glad to see that.... they have theirs, I have my place, because I realized it again"

Leaving his aunt and his wife, he found a place in his own hands. A place where six smiles gather without missing anyone, and that was the real place at the beginning of the tentative or nothing.

It was that snowdome that I found on the way home when I found out about it.

"Look at that snowdome... I thought it was like a sprouts"

"Huh?"

"Beautiful, white... caught my eye"

Snowdomes are commonly seen in the winter, but for some reason, they didn't let go. It looked as if it was a bud grenade for the ladle, so the ladle presented it to the bud grenade.

"Kamiyo-kun is too beautifying about me"

"That's not true."

As the bud grenade lit up and turned elsewhere, he grinned and reached for the bud grenade.

"You don't have to wear makeup, I'm satisfied with this bud grenade face right now."

"Huh..."

He touches the tip of the bud grenade's hair and exhales like he's in trouble.

"I don't think I need to bother to show other guys how cute bud grenades are."

The bud grenade exhales whoops and drinks bitter coffee.

"That's what Kamiyo-kun says right away, so I don't know if you're mistaken."

"If you're a bud grenade, can you get me wrong for a second?

"Idiot."

To a full grin, the bud grenade returns with half an eye. That's how the shoots mislead at the end, so the shoots don't know how they feel.

"Hey, buddy."

"What"

With a cup of coffee, the bud grenade responded to the voice of the

"Another day... will you listen to my wagamama?

"... if I'm not a broken wagamama"

The peeled bud grenade answers that in a slightly blurry way.

"I wonder if that's hard."

He said so in a playful manner, and the bud grenade can be peeled again. "Kamiyo-kun!" "I'm sorry," chuckled the bud grenade, angry in tears.

It's cold outside but warm as spring air in the room.

The temperature difference makes the windowsill frosty and the flowers bloom like a pattern. Only the beautiful frostflower watched the two calm days.