Reiryuu Academy Student Council

Since the menu was decided, the preparations for Group F's cultural festival have improved.

Bud grenades will indulge in a new tried and misguided menu, and several F-group brainmakers, led by the chairman of the committee, will consider the price. The Maiko women's groups decide on seller costumes and classroom decorations, and the Takimoto men's groups encourage hard work such as making signs and carrying desks.

And the bud grenades...

"This is going to be tough."

Squeeze around sighing as you walk down the hallway on the top floor of the second grade building.

The sprouts were headed to the art preparation room to clean up the tools used by the men. Bud grenades have not been assigned a defined role because they will be busy on the day. That's why the work that comes around naturally becomes an easy parsley business.

But this is surprisingly tough. I repeat the task of going up and down from the ground floor to the top floor and stopping by the class over and over again. I'm so impressed with myself that I don't get muscle aches.

With that in mind, the bud grenade walks relaxed with a slightly larger cardboard.

"Uh, the key..."

Reach in front of the art prep room and remove the key you borrowed earlier from your skirt pocket. Unlocking the keys, the bud grenades fixed the tools in the cardboard in order.

"Okay, that's the last..." Wow. I wonder if it'll arrive there. "

With the last tool in the cardboard in hand, the bud grenade becomes half-eyed.

The place where that tool is stored is at the top of the tool shelf. It is in a place where bud grenades reach when they stretch their backs over a small stepladder in the art room.

Besides, it is such a place, so others are cluttered with the placement of tools. Tonkachi mountains are going to fall.

The bud grenade exhaled to his feet. Stretch your back and tidy them up first. But a sprouted grenade stretched hand hit a pile of tools that were still going to collapse.

"Ugh, wow!

Gatter, gutter, gutter!

The bud grenades jump off the spot so as to avoid collapsing tonkachi, pencils, etc. A tremendous noise echoed into the room.

"I did it -... Unconscious."

That's what the buddy says and holds his forehead. Then, with the busy footsteps, the door to the art preparation room suddenly opened.

"I heard something tremendous, are you okay?!?

At first fearful, and the end of the story almost screamed, the boy came into the prep room.

"Sprouts, what are you doing!

Feng Ya changed his blood phase and rushed over to the sitting bud grenade.

"Ha ha. I made a little mistake."

The bud grenade laughs swallowingly, but if the bud grenade's reflex nerves were bad, it could have actually been a major injury.

"It's not funny..."

Fengya says like trouble. Seeing the soothing look on Windy's face, the bud grenade smiled sorry.

"Sorry to surprise you."

"Fine. But please, let me help you."

Fengya says so by cutting the lead not to be rejected by the bud grenades. I honestly took his offer because that bud grenade also had to be helped by a tall wind in this situation.

"Thanks. That was really helpful."

"If it's for you, buddy, it's cheap."

When he finished neatly tidying up the prep room, the bud grenade bowed his head to the wind. Are you glad it helped the bud grenade, Fengya was very nicotine.

"But it's been a while, Lotus Moon."

The bud grenade locks the art prep room and says gracefully.

It's been about a week since I've seen Kazuya. If you don't wear student council working days, you don't have to meet with Fengya because the classes and the floors with classrooms are different. Rather, that's the norm.

Bud grenades were only a little concerned that Fengya still wouldn't even show up in Group F.

Windy smiles bitterly at such a bud grenade reaction.

'Cause I've been in the music room most of the time lately.

"Live practice, busy?

A bud grenade tilts his neck as he heads over to the music room. But Fengya shook her neck to the side.

"It's mostly personal practice, at all. But let's just say we're all busy."

Fengya says so and adds her index finger to her mouth. Guys, that means classmates and fan kids.

"Maybe you're hiding?

Bud Grenade somehow tries to say what he thinks. Apparently, it was a star from an elegant smile.

"Yeah. Not really this time of year, I don't even want to be in class..."

It is also confession season when it comes to cultural festival season. An ambiguous reply, but when I found out what Fengya was trying to say, the bud grenade decided not to listen any further.

"buddy, do you have a minute?

To Fengya's question, the bud grenade answers "just a little". Then, Fengya took the bud grenade to the music room where she was until just now.

"Hey, Lotus Moon."

Enter the music room. No, Fengya hugged the bud grenade as usual. Being caught off guard, but left unattended, the bud grenade tries a little resistance in the bosom of the wind, knowing it's useless.

"I missed you......"

Windy says in a stuck voice with a loud sigh. At the same time, there was strength in the arm holding the bud grenade.

"Such a big deal..."

"Yeah. Really, 'cause I've been fucked lately due to a lack of bud grenades"

"What, the nutrient-like way to say it"

That's what the bud grenade says and laughs karakularly. Wind graced her shoulders with a bud grenade laugh.

"Now I just bother you more than usual when I go to see Bud Grey...... I knew I had to be patient. I knew it was tight."

I say it in a voice where the wind is about to disappear. But the voice sounds in the ear of the bud grenade, so it all arrived properly without leaking in the ear of the bud grenade.

The language that Fengya directed at the bud grenade was always straight, and just the bud grenade, only Fengya's favor was properly understood.

"Lotus Moon..."

"Yeah."

"... too bad for my taste"

"Huh..."

Feng Ya turns into a troubled face for the abrupt remarks of the bud grenades. The bud grenade spilled a bitter laugh when he realized his words were too scarce.

"If you like other kids...... it would be easier"

Bud grenades say in a rare and unreliable voice.

I know how it feels, and it's not really good to be hugged like this.

Bud grenades like to talk about the wind and elegance.

But the likes are not the same as the ones that Fengya is pointing at the bud grenades. It's not enough yet.

Around Fengya, by comparison, some girls are beautiful enough to walk alongside Fengya and grandeur, and some are kind enough to think of Fengya from the bottom of their hearts, pointing the same favor that Fengya leans on the bud grenade to Fengya.

If you like a kid like that, you're sure everything will work out, no one will complain about anything, and this is how you don't have to run away from a fan kid right now or feel this painful for a mediocre girl.

But Fengya doesn't. No, it's not.

"You're trying not to let me do that..."

I knew it all and the bud grenade only came out sighing at my cunning that still wouldn't let out the wind.

"Bud ho, no"

That's not how I feel about the wind in front of me.

Fengya freed the bud grenade from herself and took only a short distance so that she could see the bud grenade face.

"Surely it would be easier if you liked someone other than Bud Grey. But I still want this one."

That's what I laugh at. There's no lie or falsehood in Kazuya's face...

"Whatever kid is by my side, I look for and find Bud Grey. That's my only pride no one can beat."

I can't breathe.

In that, the bud grenade managed to speak out.

"I have to go..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You're busy getting ready."

"Yeah, I'm fine"

That's how Bud Grey laughed, and at the end of the day he left saying, "Good luck with Lotus Moon," he hurried out of the music room.

Leave the music room and go down the stairs.

The bud grenades couldn't stand along the way and sat up.

My face, my body, it's hot.

I didn't have to look in the mirror to find out what I look like right now, buddy.

"What is this..."

Lately, every word we all say to ourselves tightens our breasts cuckoo. The language of the current wind was extremely elegant.

"... strange..."

I can boil my sight.

An irrepressible few drops of tears fell on the bud grenade's knee.

I'm sure if I'd been there more than that, I wouldn't have been able to get here.

"I'm glad..."

- I think I finally got on par with Nanahara-san. -

- It doesn't start with you.

- I missed you...

I didn't know you were so happy that someone needed you.

My voice trembles with tears.

I'm clumsy enough not to tell Shotaro myself. I feel the bud grenade.

The bud grenade was biting one of these joys that could not be put into words well so that no one could hear it and no one could see it.