Reiryuu Academy Student Council

The next day, the bud grenades were in Tojo Group's office.

Sometimes just before Valentine's Day, the bud grenades had come with chocolate to give to Tojo.

"Handmade of bud grenades? Glad to hear it, thanks."

Lower your eyeballs and Tojo will happily receive it.

I was glad that the bud grenade was happy, and smiled back small.

"Thank you for taking the time to do this, even though you're busy. Before we go to America, there's something I want to teach you."

There are a lot of things that the bud grenades don't know about the Tojo family and the Tojo group.

If you're going to study in the United States anyway, I want to try to figure out what the place is where I'm coming back.

That's what I thought, the bud grenade was apologizing to Tojo.

"It's one of the few holidays in Japan, don't you have to meet a friend?

"I want to be with everyone as much as possible, because as many days as I can meet with President Tokyo (...)"

I don't even know if I'll ever see him. Fine. That's when I finally get to see you, and now I'm not going to see you physically.

That's why Tojo, for bud grenades, is also someone I'd like to meet during these few hours.

"Oh, yeah. This is a souvenir of a school trip."

A souvenir to Tojo is a glass figurine found during a barrel sightseeing with Fengya. When Tojo opened the box, he was admiring the bright colors that reflected on the light.

"It's so beautiful. Thank you. Let me decorate it here."

He liked it, and Tojo quickly decorates his desk.

As Seiji said the other day, Tojo seemed really happy to loosen his expression.

"Hmm, is something on my face?"

"Oh, no. I remember hearing that President Tokyo was very happy with Cesar's key holder."

"... Nanhara"

When the buddy answers, Tojo distracts his gaze resentfully. That's how I sighed and glanced back at the bud grenade.

"You never really talked about garments like this."

Tojo muttered emotionally and told me about that time with just a little shyness.

"I was delighted. A present from the garment. Because the garment was the one you chose purposefully for me, even if it was common, like it was sold everywhere"

More than words, the expression had conveyed my thoughts on Tojo's garment. Very sweet face. I guess I always showed my face like that to a garment. When I thought so, the bud grenade also felt somewhat happy.

"School's different, 'cause I didn't have a lot of time to see you. I was just happy to be with you for a little while."

- Happiness.... I am. Anytime, anywhere... anytime...

Previously, the words that Holy Night had told the bud grenades as they slept turned heads.

There is no such special emotion on Holy Night as Tojo was sending to the garment. Though I think so, for some reason, Tojo appeared to overlap only slightly with Holy Night.

"Is that what anyone thinks of the bud grenade?

I couldn't answer Tojo's question right away.

The "likes" that Tojo had in his garment. I'm not sure if the same emotions exist in my mind as that.

But there was only one thing I knew.

"... there are people who would like to be with you"

The bud grenade said so with a serious face, like a twinkle. Tojo also looked a little surprised, as the response seemed unexpected.

"Student union kids, huh?

That's reasonable to think about.

Of course, for budding grenades, everyone in the student council wants to be together.

But the "I want to stay with you" emotion I just crushed was a little different from that.

So the bud grenade shakes his neck to the side.

"... he's a little like Tojo."

Then I got right to the point, and in the evening the bud grenades left the Tojo Group's office.

Today when I leave, I have to make the chocolate I'll give you tomorrow at Holy Night.

As the bud grenade tried to make its way to the subway, a known face appeared in front of him.

"Oh, it's been a while."

"... Mr. Hagiwara?

"Ambush successful ~. Why is that doubtful? Who do I look like besides me?

"It only looks like you... but I knew it would be uncomfortable if you had dark hair"

"Ha, you look great ~"

I have already seen Makoto's dark hair when I came to school about Holy Night, but I still feel uncomfortable. I prefer it to the brighter hair before, but I don't intend to say it to him either.

"So, why are you here?"

"I told you, ambush"

"Do you want me?

"Yes."

Makoto laughs delightfully when the bud grenade openly looks disgusted. If you ask "why," etc., I know you will get a reply that says "don't tell," etc., so the bud grenade only returned a sigh.

"Don't sigh when you see people's faces. That's rude ~"

"... excuse me. Me, there's something I'm going to have to do at home, so I can't stop by. Bye."

That said, the bud grenade walks out. But Makoto is walking next to a bud grenade.

"Um, so..."

"You don't have to stop by. Until you get home, you'll be my spare time."

I have no idea what Makoto intends to do.

But as Shin said he didn't want to understand the bud grenade or anything, he said, "Here we go," and started walking a little before the bud grenade.

Until we got off the subway, Shin just told us about his proper return to the Habara family as declared and what was going on.

Cautiously, I thought, don't go on with the decent story, etc., but the minute I got off the subway and into the less popular path, the real deal started.

"So. Is it true that Holy Night stayed at your house the other day?

Talk abruptly switched.

Has the Holy Night communicated it carefully? Even so, in the days of bud grenades and Holy Night, there is nothing nasty about it.

"I am, though. Did you ask Akizo?

"Oh. When I went to see you, he said he had a fever and stayed put."

That explains it. There's nothing else to talk about.

But Shin seemed to have something to ask about it.

"Well, I'm a sick man, and I wouldn't drive you back. But you've been in the same room all night, haven't you? How about that?"

"But nothing..."

"It's Consequence Theory"

Shin continued his words, blocking the bud grenade excuse.

"So, I'm in frequent contact with Holy Night, and I'm visiting your Holy Night home tomorrow"

It's all true. It doesn't matter discreetly, even if there's been a lot of interaction until that happens.

The facts are no different from what Makoto summarised.

"About Holy Night, do you like it?

Naturally they ask that. But again, the answer to that question remains vague.

"Holy Night is the next chairman of the Qin Zao family. Naturally, there's a lot to talk about. You know I can't keep flirting forever."

"That's how Qin Zao looks at me..."

Come on, man.

Shin, who turned off his grin, grabbed his arm so he wouldn't miss the sprouts. And as I said, I put my strength into that hand.

"No..."

"You really know. Holy night feelings. I don't just want to pretend I don't know."

No. That's what I'm trying to say, but Makoto won't let me say that word.

Makoto's serious words lead him to that certainty that Holy Night likes to be about bud grenades.

Think about it a few times, that you truncated it as different.

For Holy Night, budding grenades are truly dear friends. A handful of people who can forgive their hearts.

That's right, I seriously thought the bud grenade.

"If you are unwilling to answer any of the feelings of Holy Night, don't see Holy Night anymore. You're just wasting Holy Night's time to keep going in your current state."

Makoto is right. Yet I have myself refused to be able to see you on Holy Night.

The feeling was reflected in the face of the bud grenade.

"But if you have any feelings for Holy Night at all... stop thinking about that extra thing about whether you really like it or not, and choose Holy Night right now..."

Makoto's expression is slightly distorted. Think of the Holy Night, or for other reasons? Makoto was as serious as he was about himself.

"There may be a lot of things that can make Nanahara happy, but only Nanahara can make Holy Night happy"

That said, Shin let go of the bud grenade hand.

"Otherwise, I'm gonna give up or I'm gonna cheat."

Makoto laughs hahaha at himself.

It is only prudent to know who the subject of the word is.

"That's all I wanted to say"

He said it was like he was here to put on a kejime, and Makoto was back to his usual kidding attitude.