Reiryuu Academy Student Council

Makoto brought Fengya to the library.

Makoto laughs at Kerakera when he looks around at the wind and elegance.

"Don't worry. Nobody's coming here."

That said, Makoto deposited his back in the deepest window of the library room - his fixed position.

Normally, libraries are set up for all students. It's impossible that no one is coming.

"This is your playground, so?

Makoto laughed niggardly at Fengya's query.

"Heh. You got it. Uh, can you use reading minds?

"It's not that big of a deal."

Seeing the wind and elegance of giving it back, Makoto had a pleasant grin. The face of the wind and grace tends to the smile of prudence that sees everything through.

"Too much face is a loss."

Shin put his arms together and looked up at the ceiling as he threw up a dialogue with no clapping.

"Everyone only sees their faces. No one needs self. Then you just have to be a satisfied man for everyone"

Makoto's words raise a windy brow.

"That's how, if you were looking at someone else... you could read in their mind?

Makoto laughed as he redirected his gaze toward the ceiling to the wind again, making a fool of himself.

"How did you know? Because I am."

I can't read Shin's grin. I can't even guess what's in that mind in the wind. But what Kazuya thinks with a man named Makoto in front of him was similar.

"But the more you read in your mind, the more vain you've become, right? Because I can be sure of my expectations. I don't want to believe that - I deal with all kinds of women. One day, wait for a woman to show up to look at herself. You can't show up like that."

Makoto laughs. Makoto's words were a fact for Fengya. Fengya glanced back at Makoto and exhaled.

"Yes, I am."

The word of affirmation sounds lonely and disappears. Fengya's gripping fist was shaking slightly.

"Nobody saw me. Even my parents boasted about my appearance. So is the girl. And the boy hated me for it. Then you can be what they want me to be in order to have a look at me at all. What do they think is the ideal me? If you keep thinking about it, you can read it in the other person's mind. I was with all kinds of girls. So I was always vain... but still looking... And I finally showed up."

Shin looked at the wind and narrowed his eyes, keeping his arms together.

"Bud Grey is the only girl who ever looked at me."

Fengya's voice echoes Sin's library. Fengya and Shin, their gaze intertwined tightly.

"Because you're such a buddy... I can't complain about the path that buddy picked, and I don't think I can help but say that buddy picked another boy that isn't me one day. Because I am so helpless. But..."

Fengya grabs Shin's shoulder and pushes him against the wall. He then inhaled and said the following words with a serious face.

"I won't just put you by my side"

Makoto looked at Fengya and closed his eyes with a grin.

"Something by my side... I can't put it down"

"Huh?"

Shin's words, spun with a small voice, do not reach the ears of Fengya.

Makoto replied with a clear voice to the wind of listening back.

"I'm sorry -. I'm not the one with Nanahara by my side, Holy Night. Someone you don't know at all."

Makoto grabbed Fengya's hand and forced her to pull it off her shoulder.

"I exist only to catch what I want for Holy Night. So, officer, you're in the way."

Makoto exists only to fulfill the wishes of the Holy Night. That was the condition for Makoto himself to be released from his home.

And Holy Night craved bud grenades.

"He's not yours, let alone mine. It belongs to Holy Night."

Makoto stares at the wind. Nor will Wind divert attention from its gaze.

"No."

Fengya waves away Shin's hand. The voice of the wind and elegance sounded clear along with the quiet sound of the pasin.

"Bud Grey is... not mine, not Haruzo Holy Night's. It belongs to Bud Grey."

Makoto looked into Fengya's eyes. Windy eyes have a solid light, which inadvertently reminds me of the bud grenade words of that time.

- Lotus Moon is not like you...

"I see..."

I finally understood what Bud Grey wanted to say, and Makoto said so and laughed Kusuri.

"What's wrong with you?

Fengya frowns.

Shin against narrowed his eyes and looked jealously at the wind and elegance. Fengya had a slight sense of envy mixed in the mockery.

"Me too, I guess it would be easier if I could be as simple as you... I can't"

Makoto took a piece of paper out of Slack's pocket and handed it to Fengyu.

"What is this..."

"Formal Incorporation Procedures Paper for Nanhara Bud Grenade"

Fengya stares at Makoto with a glance.

"That's the first decision I've made to incorporate since it was submitted"

"Why..."

"Anyway, I thought this was gonna happen, so I stopped it at my place."

Makoto laughed joyfully, "If I told you on Holy Night, I'd kill you half."

"You..."

"But I'm not nice enough to tell you where Nanahara is."

Then Shin gave him what was in the wind.

"Give it to Nanahara-chan."

Seeing what you have in your hand, Fengya rounds your eyes even further. Grabbing Shin's arm in awe, Fengya was shouting at him.

"What did you do to Bud Grey!?

"You don't have time to slap me in the mouth, do you? This school is huge, so if you don't find it, the sun will go down."

Makoto says so and turns his back on the wind. Like saying we have nothing more to talk about.

Fengya still seemed dissatisfied, but as Makoto put it, he put his hand on the library door.

"Thanks"

The last time I said that, Fengya left the room.

"I don't know what you're doing, I'm..."

Shin, who stayed alone, whines in disdain.

It will be the hands and feet of Qinzo Holy Night for the sake of the Hagihara family.

That gave me the way I wanted to live.

Lived without all the burdens, like the Holy Night.

The only constraint I chose to chase whatever I wanted.

And due to that constraint, Makoto can't go after what he wants most right now.

Do not want what the Holy Night desires.

You just have to hate it. That's what I've always done.

But I couldn't do that...

Makoto stares out the window.

The face still had the same grin as usual.

"Here's your thank you, Nanahara."

Shin's lips gently touched the bond cream on his index finger.