Reiryuu Academy Student Council

The villa of the Qinzo family had a large, beautiful construction, as expected.

The bud grenades follow discreetly walking around our house. As he was led to the room where the Holy Night was, Fufu Shin turned only his face to the bud grenade behind him.

"What is it?

"... nothing. Holy Night's Room, Because This Is It"

Shin answers with a broken tooth somewhere. Shin's gaze was complaining about something to the bud grenade, but that was unreadable to the bud grenade. Surprisingly, the bud grenade stared at Makoto, but Makoto opened its door to escape from the eyes of the bud grenade pursuit.

"... excuse me"

The bud grenade enters as he stares into Shin's face until the end. Never breaking Makoto's illegible grin, though, the bud grenade turned his gaze toward the Holy Night in the room as it was.

The Holy Night sitting on the edge of a large window and looking out at the landscape was grown up and still somewhere lonely.

"... slow"

The Holy Night says so in a grumpy manner. The bud grenade I heard looked troubled and Shin, who came inside from behind, laughed Kerakera.

"It would have been quicker, wouldn't it? Damn, it's because of you, Holy Night."

"Ugh. You shut up. frustrating."

Holy Night turns a sharp gaze at the prudence of how you played. Shin then laughed, "Yes, sir," and proceeded to the bookshelf in the corner of the room.

When Makoto begins to sit back in the corner chair and read the book, the room essentially becomes just a space for bud grenades and holy nights.

"Sorry, I couldn't find the time to pull out and it's late"

When the bud grenade said so with his cheeks, Holy Night sighed small.

"Don't be so angry... don't be so angry"

Holy Night still keeps its gaze out the window and does not try to exchange its gaze with the bud grenade. The bud grenade should not have felt like it was intentional, not accidental.

"Well, sit down."

That's what they said on Holy Night, and the bud grenades turned their gaze towards the couch that was installed a little further ahead. If it was a place to sit, that was about it, except for Shin's chair, so the bud grenade proceeded to you.

"Travel, sounds like fun"

A similar thing was said on Holy Night during the Cultural Festival. Bud grenades laugh bitterly at the same tricks and voices as they did then.

"Yes. I didn't expect to be able to participate, so it's more of a pleasure than fun."

Sitting in a chair and bud grenades said so, Holy Night exhaled in a small way that seemed uninteresting.

"If you could have been on Li Long's trip, I'd have taken you personally."

Words like jokes are also meant to be said on Holy Night, so the bud grenades had trouble reacting, just laughing and deluding.

"Don't spoil me too much."

"Even if I try to spoil you, I'll tell you to spoil me."

The Holy Night answers as if obstinate. On a holy night that would not hide his displeasure in front of the bud grenades long after he entered the room today, the bud grenades clapped his shoulders.

"Mr. Qin Zao"

"What?

I still don't see eye to eye with bud grenades on Holy Night. Bud grenades somehow knew why Holy Night was grumpy.

"Mr. Qin Zao is angry... are you talking about my study abroad?

When the bud grenades say so, the shoulders of the Holy Night shake pictorially. Seeing the honest reaction of Holy Night, the bud grenade dropped his gaze on a beautiful deep red carpet.

"Mr. Qin Zao thought you'd be happy."

"... rejoice?

Holy Night frowns and gazes at the bud grenade. The bud grenade continued his words quietly under the slightly tighter gaze of Holy Night.

"If I study abroad well...... as promised, I will be able to stand in the same place as Mr. Qinzo"

Let them stand in the same place as Holy Night as Nanhara bud grenades. That was the promise that the bud grenades made with Holy Night on Christmas Eve. The Holy Night hasn't forgotten about it either.

"Let it go. Glad to hear it. But... I know it's not going to work easily."

Still, a bud grenade will do it right. Yes, I knew the Holy Night. Because I knew it, it was also visible that bud grenades would hold harder baggage for it than ever before.

"... you don't have to cut yourself any more."

Saying so spicidly, Holy Night raises his hips, which he kept on the edge of the window, and walks over to the bud grenade.

That's how the Holy Night crouched before the bud grenade gently touched the bud grenade cheek.

"Why did you choose to study abroad when there was an easy way for it all to work?

To that question, bud grenade eyes shake. There was certainly only one other way to put all the folds on without the bud grenades leaving everyone's source. And the budding grenade refused above all to do so.

"If you come to me, it all fits round, why don't you pick it?"

Says the Holy Night with teeth twitching. The bud grenades refused, above all, to accept the condition that the easiest and most bud grenade my grandmother wanted to be engaged to the Holy Night would not have to suffer. The Holy Night knew it, and it was unconvincing, and the Holy Night came after the bud grenade.

"... Mr. Qinzo"

The bud grabs the hand of Holy Night touching his cheek. And peeled off his own hand.

"Until then, why did you choose the hard road?"

Glimpse of the hand stripped by the bud grenades, the Holy Night overlaps words with grief and distortion of the face.

"... or you'll be with me, but you didn't want to do it."

The question that the Holy Night led me to ask myself is just a mistake. But the Holy Night that I assumed was hurting me more than anyone else. And only bud grenades can correct that mistake.

"... no, Mr. Qin Zao"

The bud grenade that stood in front of my grandmother at that time wasn't thinking about not wanting to marry Holy Night. Only there was a desire not to simply involve Holy Night.

"Getting help from Mr. Qin Zao seemed the easiest, and it was the hardest for me."

Yes, when the bud grenade answered, Holy Night looked up. Bud grenades staring at the face of a painful Holy Night also look painful again.

"I don't want to get any easier until I use Mr. Qin Zao."

I don't want you to carry even the burden of yourself on Holy Night, which you carry even now from birth onwards. The thought was a manifestation of utmost kindness and respect for the holy night of bud grenades.

"... what, that"

But Holy Night can be in the form of use, so I wanted you to stay by the bud grenade. I wanted you to understand the thought, and on Holy Night I turned my hand stripped by the bud grenade to the back of the bud grenade this time.

"If it's you, I don't mind being used. Even if you're the only one who can use me. Yep..."

The Holy Night embraces the bud grenade with all its strength. Back to back with the chopping voices, Holy Night's arms were strongly seeking bud grenades.

"Mr. Qin Zao, bitterness......"

My breath is bitter, and the bud grenade tries to escape from the arms of Holy Night. But the Holy Night will not forgive me for it.

"Your kindness... it's hard right now"

Holy Night has become fond of the gentleness of bud grenades that no one can imitate. But now, it is nothing but such bud grenade kindness that grieves the Holy Night.

Holy Night buries his face in the neck of the bud grenade so as to ascertain the feel of the bud grenade. At the same time, at the end of the bud grenade's sight, Shin, who was dropping his gaze on the book, was seen quietly raising his face.

"Kiyozo-san, I'm the same."

The bud grenade continued his words as he felt the hot body temperature of Holy Night.

"He doesn't want Qin Zao to cut himself any further because of me."

"... I can't believe I shredded myself because of you."

"There's too much. What are you talking about?"

To the impossible words of the Holy Night, the bud grenade replies to a bitter mix of laughter. It is no exaggeration to say that the body of the Holy Night has been shredded, for the thanksgiving that the bud grenades made him recruit for the Holy Night, sometimes crossing dangerous bridges for the bud grenades and being cautious in the main house.

"But I've never hated it, or liked it, or done it."

"... even so, I can't do it."

That's what the bud grenade said, pushing the chest of the Holy Night.

"... I'm going to America. Now it's time to stand on your own feet and walk forward."

If we sweeten ourselves any more to the kindness of Holy Night, the bud grenades will not be able to walk alone for the rest of our lives. Then it means nothing.

"So my last favor to Mr. Qinzo is..." Please support me, "that's all."

To show his strong and unwavering will, the bud grenade made him laugh nicely. Seeing a beautiful, cloudless smile, there's not one complaint left to be told on Holy Night.

"... asshole"

Holy Night groaned so in repentance, exhaling deeply.

"One last thing... let it go."

Go on. That's what Holy Night says, touching the head of the bud grenade. And I stroked my bud grenade hair and stirred it up enough to sneeze.

"Ko, Mr. Qin Zao?

While fixing the messy hair, bud grenades gaze at Holy Night like trouble. Then the Holy Night slowly rose before the bud grenade.

"If you do what you wish... I'll do anything with backup. When it gets hard on you, I want to go see America and Brass. When you come back to this side, if you hit the wall, I'll be there for you."

"But then..."

"Awwwwww, asshole. If it's not my back shield, the rookie will crush you."

Holy Night bumps opinions by dispelling bud grenade objections. Because the Holy Night's opinion was correct, neither did the bud grenade come up with any objections ahead of it.

I said, "You can count on me. You can count on me."

Strongly, Holy Night smashed his cock and fist gently against the forehead of the bud grenade.

"Saya... don't say the last one"

Turning his back on the bud grenade, Holy Night said so in a small voice. The holy night tells me and I also remember the bud grenades. The word "last" was terribly lonely and scary.

Knowing that it was the same on Holy Night, Bud Grey laughed like he was in trouble "sorry".

"Mr. Qin Zao"

"What?"

"It's good to see you today, Mr. Qinzo"

When the sprouts say so, the cheeks of Holy Night stain red. At the edge of his sight, he was gazing down at the book again with his shoulders clasped like Shin was relieved.

"Every time I see you, it seems that way."

"Ha, right"

The dark air disappears and the laughter of the bud grenades echoes into the room. Even on a holy night angry at Makoto's laughter, the bud grenade laughter was heard with a comfortably soft look.