Reiryuu Academy Student Council

The day the cultural festival was one week away. The lady in the class was called to tell me that the bud grenades were thinking about the committee chairman and the number of materials and the budget.

"Nanhara-sama. Hey, come here."

Looking back, a group of women, including Maiko, were solidifying. I wondered what it was, and the bud grenades head that way for a small run.

"What's wrong?

The bud grenade stops by Maiko. But soon the contents of the cardboard surrounded by women entered his sight, forcing his face to stretch.

"Thanks for the reaction as expected, bud grenade"

Maiko laughs at such a bud grenade reaction.

Among those cardboards surrounded by women was a piece of costume to be worn by women in group F on the day of the Cultural Festival.

Because the Japanese and Western compromise is the theme, the costume is also like that. The costume chosen by the lady in her class is as good as frills on her knee-length kimono. This costume is likely to be seen at a made-to-measure coffee japanese event.

Even though he said he would be cosplaying at the student council, he was going to be cosplaying here as well. But because we can't complain about what we all thought, bud grenades laughed deceptively hahahaha.

"Yes, try it on"

"Huh?"

Next, a woman gives that costume to a bud grenade and tells her so. The bud grenade inquired with a troubled face.

"I don't know what size looks like, so I'm talking about thinking about size with a mis-average"

Maiko says, the bud grenade is convinced. If everyone says "hello," bud grenades won't refuse either.

"Did the boys try it on?

"Takimoto's wearing it right now."

Another girl says. Takimoto was also in a similar physique among the men, "I see," said the bud grenade.

After a while, the F group gives me a "ooh" voice.

"Nanhara-san, you look surprisingly good"

A woman says to a bud grenade who came out in costume. Boys have also gathered who were concerned about the thriving women's group.

Lovely costume, but the mediocre bud grenade looks pretty good too. This means that the costume is likely to pick people for the purpose they saw, but it actually proved to be suitable for everyone.

"Awesome. unexpected"

A man sees a bud grenade with an inspiring look. Rude remark in a way, but bud grenades honestly decided to rejoice in what was being praised.

"I'm perfect in this size."

When the bud grenade told the costume clerk, the costume clerk was thanking the bud grenade to note something.

"Woman. I'm having a lot of trouble wearing this."

Saying that in a slightly tired voice, it was Takimoto who came back to Group F.

Look at Takimoto. Once again, the F group gives me a "ooh" voice.

"Takimoto, that looks cool!

"What, that rude statement!

Takimoto complains aloud with his lips pointed.

Men's costumes are exactly the same as women's themes.

Wear a white shirt with a slightly open chest inside and a black slack. Weave a kimono that even boys can wrap around on top and wrap it in a stall, not a belt. That's the men's costume.

In fact, Takimoto looks great in that costume.

"Takimoto-kun, you look great. Maiko."

"... right"

As the bud grenade shrugged by the masoko, the thinly cheek-dyed masoko nodded small.

Maiko stares jizzily at Takimoto. You noticed that gaze. Takimoto also shifted his gaze to Maiko, and looked at the bud grenade next to him and opened his eyes wide.

"Ku, Nanhara?

"Yes, it's Nanhara."

Takimoto blinks repeatedly when he sees his bud grenade outfit. The women looked forward to seeing how it was, and the costumer was happy to reassure them that their costume choices were accurate.

"Nanhara-san, you look great, don't you?

One woman says so, and Takimoto rushes away.

"Normal."

That said, Takimoto just left the classroom to get dressed. Girls and boys alike were nicking at the attitude of Waterfall Book, which was unusual.

……

Contrary to what looks like fun around you, Maiko says nothing and tries to get back to work.

"Maiko?

"Nanhara-san, get dressed."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry."

I was concerned about Maiko's condition, but the bud grenade went to get dressed, as the lady in the class told me.

After school, the final drop-out time was nearer, with only Maiko, the chairman of the committee, and bud grenades remaining in the class.

"Bud grenade, committee chairman. You're not leaving yet?

Maiko, who started the return journey, asks the two of them. "I'll be home soon," the chairman of the committee says, but the bud grenade nods.

"Me, I'm probably going to be in student council business for a while until the day... I can't get ready for class, and I'll stay a little longer"

The bud grenade looked sorry. Originally scheduled for today, the Nanahara family decided to warm up what they were making during the morning and have it eaten.

"Well, I'll stay a little too"

"Me too."

That's what committee chairman and Maiko said, and bud grey smiled bitterly and waved.

"Yes. The chairman of the committee and Maiko are always working hard."

That's what bud grey says, but even bud grey does his student council work, he also does his best to prepare his class. And most importantly, it's the bud grenades that are harder than anyone else on the day.

Maiko and the chairman of the committee still try to help, even if they say bud grenades are good. But the bud grenade said, "Because I'm really okay" and I finished the return trip. I dropped off the two of them.

"Ok......"

The bud grenades head to the desk again.

I'm a little nervous about the day. The bud grenades were unable to participate in Chic Month in their freshman year, but I have little memories of the cultural festival even when I was in middle school.

Class offerings were basically nothing to do with chorus or exhibitions either. Even around the lunch break mock shop, I was taking a nap on the roof.

I was certain that I was a little floating at the cultural festival event, which is not an exaggeration for the first time.

"I hope it succeeds..."

Bud grenades whine about that all by themselves while checking the type and number of treats they make for the day.

"That, Nanhara?

Only the sound of a sharpen in which a bud grenade writes something, in such a classroom, sounded the voice of Takimoto.

"Takimoto. What's the matter with you?

Into the classroom, the sprouts look back at the waterfall book coming this way.

There was a waterfall book that should have gone home a long time ago, and the bud grenade tilted his neck.

"Because I forgot something"

That being said, Takimoto was headed to his desk, fished inside with goso and took out a few cartoons.

"What's Nanhara doing alone?

Takimoto, who had forgotten something in his bag, walked straight to the shoots' seat and sat down in the stage seat in front of the shoots' grenade.

"I think I'm going to the student council for a while, so finish the prep I can do"

That's what the bud grenade said, and he wrote a slur and letters in Sharpen again.

"... enthusiastic"

"Guys, you're enthusiastic"

In October, the sun went down faster. The lights were on and bright in the classroom, but it was starting to get quite dim outside.

"You've changed your mind."

"Really?"

"I didn't want to do anything before, because I wasn't motivated at all"

"... right"

The bud grenade laughed with a troubled face. What Takimoto said is true and undeniable. But I know that wasn't a compliment, and now it's just a little hard when they say it.

"It's definitely better now, you"

"... thanks"

Takimoto takes it seriously, so the bud grenade laughs a little lightly.

"Done -"

Calculating, copying, and posting a proposed appointment for the day as it was possible, the bud grenades stretched out thoughtfully. And fall down with Doten on the desk as it were.

"Look, I'll do this"

"Huh? Wah... thanks"

To a budding grenade that wearily lays down at my desk, Takimoto gave me a pink candy ball that I love budding grenades. The sprouts thankfully licked it as soon as they received it.

"Nanahara, you've been working so hard, you want to take first place in your class."

"Yeah. That's right."

The bud grenade laughed and looked out the window.

If you look downstairs, some students look like they are leaving school and are still preparing for the cultural festival until critical. Different things to do. But we still all seem to enjoy it.

"But even if I can't take first place, I'm sure I won't regret it."

The bud grenade had a small voice and whined as if to himself.

That's not because I'm never out of hand or interested.

Because the memories of fun alone are too much for bud grenades.

"I've never been so excited"

Bud Grenade says happily looking out. That smile really doesn't give in to anything.

"Hey, Takimoto."

Beautiful smile.

The face of the bud grenade in Takimoto's eyes ran out of exactly one word of it.

Takimoto glances, and closes his eyes with a hunch.

"Nanhara..."

The bud grenade tilts his neck at the quiet call of Takimoto. When Takimoto opened his eyes, he saw cloudless bud grenade eyes.

It was then that Takimoto's heart was set.

"What?"

- I don't even know where to rewind from. I'm sure that thought sprouted a long time ago.

"Me..."

The only thing I can tell is that I can't go back to normal anymore.

"I like you"

Hurting a dear friend is a love heart that grew quietly in the unknown of bud grenades -.