Reiryuu Academy Student Council

"I like it" was said on Holy Night.

The feeling of bud grenades is not the same as Holy Night. I know that, and Holy Night still tells me I like bud grenades.

"Just stay by my side. Yeah. I don't want you to like me right away."

Let me say that much on Holy Night, and the bud grenades still can't shake their necks vertically.

"Still... not me, no?

The feeling of the Holy Night is so painfully conveyed. Hold the bud grenade strong and Holy Night will not let go. "Stay by my side," everything about Holy Night had told the bud grenades.

But that didn't work. Then I'm sure it hurts the Holy Night more than it does now.

I knew it in sight.

"... Mr. Qinzo"

Put your hands on the arms of Holy Night. I pressed the chest of the Holy Night and stared from the front about the Holy Night.

"I..., I..."

Say it, bud grenade stops the words. Footsteps were ringing at the door. The bud grenade immediately turns its gaze towards the door and sees the slightly open door.

"... Hagiwara-san"

The bud grenade shrugs its name small and tries to get up off the couch. But Holy Night grabbed that bud grenade arm.

"... let go"

"No. Let go."

Holy Night stares seriously at the bud grenade thing. But the bud grenade had to leave this room now.

I'm sure Makoto was there. So if we go after him now, we can meet prudently.

I know what those bud grenades think, and Holy Night doesn't let the bud grenades go.

"Please....... Mr. Qin Zao. Me..."

I felt like I was doing something stupid. If we accept the feelings of Holy Night here and now, bud grenades can certainly be happy.

But the sprouts...

"I... like Mr. Hagiwara"

The eyes of Holy Night open wide. With strength in the hands of the Holy Night, the bud grenade arms clasped.

"... and yet, yes, I say"

"Well, that's no good."

"Why not"

Holy night doesn't pull off. The serious eyes of Holy Night were straight through the bud grenade.

"Can't I replace Makoto? Do you really... do you have to be careful?

The voice of the Holy Night sounds sad, and the bud grenades can't shake off the hands of the Holy Night.

"... don't go, bud grenade"

The Holy Night rises and embraces the bud grenade again. I held him over, and I tried to kiss the bud grenade.

"... eh"

But the bud grenade refused to do it. Refusing to kiss me on Holy Night, I lowered my face.

"Sorry...... DO"

It hurt me about the Holy Night. But with Makoto in mind, if I were by the Holy Night, I'd hurt the Holy Night more.

"I'm sorry."

Press the chest of the Holy Night and step back.

I saw the face of Holy Night. Spicy. On Holy Night, there is no word for sprouts.

The sprouts bow their heads on Holy Night and leave the Secret Service.

"... asshole"

Though I heard the Holy Night squeaking so much and sitting on the couch, the bud grenades did not look back any more.

Run down the hallway at La Faust School. The shoe sound of the bud grenade wooded and the heart made a loud noise.

Makoto's destination must be the library. The bud grenade runs after what he looks like.

I ran, I ran, I turned the corner of the hallway.

There's the back I found out about.

"Minotaur, hara......!

I had a voice before I thought with my head. He was speaking on his back as he ran.

Stop calling out loud. But Makoto can't stop walking.

"Mr. Tsuhara! Wait, please!

Shin ignores it and keeps walking, even though his voice should be heard. The bud grenade followed Shin's back and packed the distance.

Just a few more moments, and I can pull back on Makoto.

At such a distance, Makoto stopped walking. Stopped on the spot with pitali, bud grenades brake suddenly surprised by it.

Will there be a distance of three meters? The bud grenade was staring at Makoto, who was a little further ahead.

Makoto stays still and doesn't look back.

"Mr. Hagiwara..."

Hold your rising breath, bud grenades speak carefully. But there was no response from Shin, and the bud grenade took a step forward.

"Minotaur..."

"I told you I wouldn't see you again... didn't you hear?

Bud grenade feet stop.

Makoto's voice is cold. Without looking at the bud grenade, Makoto asked.

"I heard.... I heard, but I haven't responded yet"

"I didn't ask for a reply."

Tell him to let go, Makoto starts walking. Reflectively, the bud grenade moved his leg and grabbed his arm so Shin wouldn't go any further.

"Back to the Holy Night"

"... I don't like it"

"Go back."

Makoto says that strongly and tries to pull off the bud grenade thing. So Shin finally saw that the bud grenade was.

Put your hand on the bud grenade arm, Makoto looks scared.

"You said you liked it on Holy Night, didn't you? Why did you come here after Holy Night? Get back here now."

Makoto gives precedence to the feeling of Holy Night over the feeling of bud grenades. Don't ask me for bud grenade opinions. So I'm sure Makoto would be angry if he knew the answer that the bud grenades gave him on Holy Night.

"I said no to Mr. Qin Zao..."

When I told him that quietly, Shin's eyes opened wide. He looks surprised, as I say he can't believe it.

With a surprised face, Makoto brought a "joke" and a dry laugh.

"What are you thinking, you? It's Holy Night, right? You think there's more to you than Holy Night?

Makoto laughs at the shallow idea of the bud grenade.

Makoto's point is not wrong.

Qin Zao Holy Night has it all and he absolutely makes the bud grenade happy. The bud grenade that threw away the promised happiness is foolish for whatever reason.

I know about that. I knew and the bud grenade chased Shin.

"Still, I... about Mr. Hagiwara"

"No way... you're not gonna tell me you like me, are you?

Shin asks, wearing it over a bud grenade voice.

To Makoto's inquiry, bud grenades do not answer. Because I don't answer, the feeling was easily conveyed with caution.

"... eh"

In Shin's hand, slight strength. The bud grenades were feeling it with their own arms.

"Hmm, you've decided to make a mistake..."

"... Huh?

Shin grinned hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha as the bud grenade raised his face. I glanced and lowered my eyebrows to pity the bud grenade.

"You just made the mistake of doing it once and liking it with it.... because then it was only sympathy for me. Aren't you sweet?"

Makoto is laughing. He had an emotionally unreadable smile and looked down at the bud grenade thing.

I'm laughing and watching as the face of the bud grenade is distorted.

"So your feelings are wrong.... If you go back now, Holy Night will reconsider. So sooner."

"It's not a mistake..."

The bud grenade grabs Shin's loose tie and attracts it. Shin's eyes swayed as the distance from the bud grenade came close at once.

I see Makoto's upset. I could see it by accident, its face is true. All the spare faces that mocked the bud grenades were Shin's lies.

"I've always hated Mr. Hagiwara."

The bud grenade opens its mouth with Shin's eyes staring. Words in my mouth, tears seeped in again. I blinked and it was going to spill, so I left my heavy eyelids open desperately.

"I didn't like you, I didn't like you... but I trusted you the most"

It was prudent that he noticed earlier than anyone, both when the bud grenade was hard and troubled.

Even though I wasn't always there, I still cared about the bud grenade and laughed off my bud grenade anxiety.

Maybe that was indeed for the Holy Night. But was it 100 percent all for Holy Night?

Even just one percent must have felt like 'for the bud grenade'. Bud grenades do, I believe.

"'Like' is the closest emotion to 'hate', right?

Shin's body reacts vividly to the inquiry of the bud grenade. The distorted look on Shin's face reassured the bud grenade only slightly.

"I can give you a lot of things you don't like about Mr. Hagiwara. So just as much, I can give you whatever you want."

It was true, though it might be a forced rationale. I can give you as much reason why I disliked Makoto as I liked him.

"I... like Mr. Habara."

I told him so and stretched my back. Push your own lips against Shin's lips. I closed my eyes and kissed carefully.

That's how I was going to leave.

But Shin's arm goes around his back, and the bud grenade can't get his lips off Shin. Makoto attracted the face of a sprouted grenade that was moving away.

The kiss I planted from the bud grenade had become discreet if I realized it.

Rough, but somewhere gentle kissing is the same as that day.

My back is hitting the wall. Shin was pushing his hands against the wall. Body freedom was taken away and kissed discreetly but still.

"Minotaur, reveal..."

I am happy with the kiss answered and the bud grenade grabs Shin's chest and sticks.

Did Makoto feel the same way? Such sweet expectations were soon shattered.

"Now... Satisfied?

After a big sigh, Makoto asked. When the bud grenade raised his face, Makoto was laughing with his eyes open just like earlier.

"To me, you're not special. Nothing's different from the other women.... and don't get me wrong."

The hand on Makoto's chest trembles. In his head, the bud grenade demon mocked the stupid bud grenade as "you see".

"... oh, but you like me?

Makoto says so and leans his lips against the ear of a bud grenade.

"See you later...... won't you let me do it?

Pachin, and a creepy sound.

The bud grenade was reflexively, slapping Shin's cheek.

I thought Makoto might have really thought of himself, too. The feeling of prudence I had hoped for somewhere was only a convenient assumption for the bud grenade in question.

"... idiot.... Oh, idiot!

Even though the words blaming Makoto came to mind a lot, I couldn't speak well. "Idiot" and full of mouth. But my wet voice with tears was putting all my feelings on those words.

"... already"

All the beautiful memories were dyed black.

I can't go back to bud grenades and Shin anymore. Really, I've broken everything.

"Never again... I'm not coming to see you"

The bud grenade pushes Shin's chest away from him. Turn your back on him, I walked.

The only footsteps that resonate are those of bud grenades. Makoto didn't come after me.