Reiryuu Academy Student Council

Thanks to Shotaro, the rumors never spread any bigger.

Really, thanks to Shotaro...

"... grenades, sprouts"

I was boggling about this morning. However, the bud grenade hurts with its voice.

When I turned forward, I was looking at the bud grenade with Maiko's worried face.

"Sprouts, are you okay? You look pale."

Soon the fourth limit was over and they were on their lunch break, not that I don't remember the fourth limit at all. But my head was too boisterous to recognize the end of the fourth limit or the beginning of the lunch break well.

"Uh... yeah. It's okay."

The bud grenade waves both hands around his chest. But I can't even smile.

Maiko seems worried about the noise this morning.

I didn't want to worry, but now the more bud grenades fixed my smile, the more worried I was.

"Why don't you just take a lunch break and lie down in the infirmary?

"Really big, awesome, Maiko"

Seems like Maiko just left the classroom, holding the hand of the bud grenade, knowing he wouldn't listen even if the bud grenade said it.

There was no heat in the bud grenade. But even from the doctor in the infirmary, the bud grenade appeared to be pale, and the bud grenade was to lie down in the infirmary bed until afternoon classes began.

The teacher is called in on the ext and there is a noise leaving the infirmary. The sound of the slippers rubbing off with the floor left the bud grenades alone in a quiet space.

"I'm free..."

I didn't like it because I think extra when I was alone.

I could have distracted myself by listening to Takimoto and Maiko conversations if I had been in class. Though I think so, I was also able to predict bud grenades that I'm sure that wouldn't have even gotten into my head.

"... true, shitty"

Raise your right arm, pull out your force and drop it to your eye. I chewed my lips and exhaled out of my nose.

If Shotaro could have denied it properly, I wouldn't have had to let Shotaro say that.

Bud grenades have always been able to say. "There's nothing nasty about calling Shotaro home," he said. "We're just friends". In fact, I did.

The only thing Shotaro had when the bud grenade was holding him was gratitude.

And now I'm like, "Is that really all?" The sprouts in my head ask me over and over again.

"... just a friend"

At least it wasn't already "just" then. Shotaro was a "special" friend.

A dear friend who helps me with the bud grenade thing. A friend who reassures the bud grenades.

I want you to stay by my side all the time...

Think that far, bud grenades notice signs across the curtain. Someone came in. I thought about who the other person was and my voice sounded to let me know the answer.

"Bud Grey... are you there?

The voice of the wind.

"I'm here," Bud replied quietly.

I didn't like that feeling, like a moment of floating feeling soothing all at once.

The curtain opens shut and a neat face appears.

Fengya, who lowered her eyebrows sorry, looked down at the bud grenade that woke her body.

"I wish I could sleep"

"Yeah. Because I'm not sleepy"

The bud grenade makes a smile. But it doesn't laugh well.

Wind elegance and a private infirmary. A nostalgic sensation reminded the bud grenade of his past memories.

"The infirmary for two, something's going to happen... and it's supposed to be a good vibe."

Sitting in a round chair nearby, Fengya laughs mocking herself.

"Only then will I find it hard to meet Bud Grey"

Fengya exhales deeply and apologizes "I'm sorry".

Disrupting the relationship between all the officers, it was the wind and elegance that started it.

"Lotus Moon..."

"Rumors, listen... and Shotaro Kung's response"

Fengya looks away from the bud grenade and touches this morning with a broken tooth.

"I'm sure Shotaro Kung excused himself, even if Shotaro didn't know about it"

Fengya stared at his tangled hands on his knees.

"I still think it's hard enough...... But more because they know..."

If Fengya hadn't asked that question then, Shotaro's feelings would not have been found out by the bud grenades. If I hadn't asked the question in that place, the bud grenades would still not have known.

But I don't know if it might have been a good thing to be without knowing. What's for sure...

"... I didn't want to know how Gejong-kun felt. But..."

The intersecting gaze pointed a tickle and dull thorn at each other's chest.

"If I hadn't known, I would have hurt Kagejo-kun more."

Without knowing anything, I would have stayed by Shotaro and kept saying what I did. Shotaro would have concealed his heart and faked his heart that he was a friend and fulfilled his self.

"Lotus Moon, I'm sorry"

It all started with bud grenades.

I knew I shouldn't have hidden it. I should have told him even if it was a hassle.

"You know, Gejong-kun helped me cure my dark spot phobia."

That's all.

But the expression of wind and elegance clouded as the bud grenade had expected.

"... did you ask Shotaro Kung?

"Yeah."

"To me... couldn't you ask?

I hid it because I thought they'd ask me that. It wasn't like it couldn't be feminine. "Shotaro was reasonable," I said to myself all the time.

But the bud grenade knew that was what was wrong with him. Shotaro was the only one who chose Shotaro. No matter how many excuses I made, it was already decided then.

"Yeah.... Gejong-kun was good"

That's the word that hurts the wind, the bud grenade said.

"I'm sure not," he said, but I can't explain it properly. I can't change the fact that Shotaro was chosen by Megumi.

That day bud grenade really thought that the darkness with Shotaro would be fine.

"I'm sorry I lied"

The bud grenade can't see the face of the wind and leans down. When I leaned down, the tears that had accumulated in my eyes spilled in recoil.

"Bud Grey......"

Traces of tears spreading on the sheets were bitter, and the bud grenade covered his face.

"... I'm sorry to make you fight with Gejong.... all, sorry"

The feeling that was ambiguous is clearly colored.

That's how the fog cleared my mind, my guilt for wind and grace accumulated and raised my face.

"Me..."

The tears of bud grenades darken the color of the navy. That's the colour of the windy vest.

Fengya is embracing the bud grenade.

It has been a long time since I've felt the fragrance of an elegant condensed perfume. The fragrance of wind and grace presented by the bud grenade circled the brain, and the tears of the bud grenade increased the mass.

"Don't apologize. Bud grey. I don't regret it."

The voice of wind and grace descends. I miss it in the warm arms of the wind.

The appearance of the innocent embracing wind disappears after many times on my mind. Memories disappear into my head drawer.

"I had a fight, but I wanted Shotaro Kung to admit it. He said he likes you, buddy."

I still don't know how Fengya chose to do that, bud grenade.

But the way the wind elegantly chooses is always straight...

"Because I don't like to be taken by anyone about Bud Grey. Because I can't allow people who don't like buddy to take buddy."

No matter what anyone says, Fengya's feelings are much the same.

Though the depth of thoughts is not extrapolating, the number of thoughts that Fengya conveyed to the bud grenades is greater than anyone else.

He told me that he "likes the bud grenade thing" more than anyone else. It deeply chooses the heart of Fengya.

"You like it, Shotaro Kung thing"

It is so painfully embraced that the feeling of wind and elegance is so painfully conveyed. I always knew it.

"... yeah"

Ambiguous feelings to affirm.

To deny, though, the bud grenade feeling was too far away from 'friendship'.

What I can clearly tell is that the bud grenade is still even thinking about Shotaro in Fengya's arms.

"... Lotus Moon, you"

"Derme.... I won't let you say it"

"I'm sorry" overflows my feelings for unanswerable femininity. But Fengya doesn't ask for a reply from the bud grenade after all.

Don't say anything, and I was holding him tight about the bud grenade.

"Bud Grey...... for the last time, can I kiss you?

That's an almost contradictory inquiry. But it was an elegant "sayonara" word.

"... no"

Tears don't make my voice sound good. When he heard the squeezed bud grenade, Fengya was laughing.

"Sprout's Mean"

Fengya was gentle, all the way from start to finish.

The wind was too gracious to bear on the bud grenades.

"But I like it,... I've always liked it"

Windy lips touch bud grenade ears.

Leaked exhalation along with the words tickles the bud grenade's ears and the arms that hug it unravel.

Bud Grenade loves the Fengya thing, and for Bud Grenade, he will always love it - as a friend.