Reiryuu Academy Student Council

Library room at La Faust School.

We had a great time there with the toys that one man had picked up, as usual.

"... open your mouth a little more"

"... Shin, Dear"

On the way to the kiss, Makoto demands it that way. The other lady Shin picked up a long time ago and left alone.

"...... kah cute"

"... it's embarrassing."

Whisper such sweet words with an emotionally unreadable grin. Makoto enjoyed the reaction of the lady pretending to be naughty.

I haven't had a chance to pick up a new woman because every day the Holy Night picks up a woman who throws away every day has ended up at the border.

"Dear Shin, I love you"

"Yeah...... I like it too"

Your body, Makoto adds. Makoto looked at the lady with eyes that looked at things, even if she told herself to love, that she would forgive her heart so quickly if the other men she was looking at told her.

"It's getting cold again this month."

"Ha, but would it be warm if I did this?

Makoto said so and held her body. Shin gently touches that thin waist as if holding a woman she truly loves.

"Still, it's cold."

"So how do we get warm?

Makoto asks the lady looking at this one with her moist eyes with a smile. Even if you know it, it's boring for them to just be satisfied.

It wouldn't be fair if you didn't entertain me a little bit about Makoto.

"... Dear Shin"

Then the young lady put her hands on Shin's shirt in a disintegrated uniform.

Look at the lady in her own chest, Makoto overlaps with another girl's appearance.

Even so, that she's not the kind of woman who fits quietly in Shin's chest, and she looks so mediocre that she thinks she's sorry to compare her to a polished lady.

And yet somehow, how satisfied would she be if the girl she's holding now, Makoto had thought of that.

There is no Holy Night, and the time and time.

I'm sure her face just came to mind like she was bored and free. Makoto, yes, tells himself.

- You said that, didn't you? He doesn't want to kiss me.

As I shook her shadow off my head, I dropped a kiss on the lady, and now the dialogue she said came to Shin's mind.

Cultural festival, kissing her helpless and defenseless is easy. But I didn't because I couldn't betray the Holy Night, so I wasn't prepared to make her my own. And most importantly...

"... I'm sure he won't stop on his way."

"... Master Shin?

Cut up the kiss on the way, Makoto lightly trims his uniform. The lady who wonders about that prudent behavior tilts her neck, but by contrast, Shin returns the wink without evil.

"I'm sorry, I'm distracted. See you later."

Something about the frightening lady left me light out of the library.

Zabburn

A bucket of water came down from overhead.

When the bud grenade came to the bathroom to wash his hands, he heard a voice nearby and realized that the other girls were coming this way, and hurried to hide in a private room.

However, the unnatural footsteps and the sound of closing the door echoed because I freakishly panicked.

"Hmm? Isn't this the handkerchief of the Nanhara bud grenade?

In addition, the bud grenades seem to have forgotten to wake their handkerchief in the washroom. One handkerchief and an executive believer who realizes it belongs to a bud grenade is great.

That's why the bud grenade was sprinkled with water in a private room.

"Pfft, stuck..."

It's November and it's pretty cold already. And yet, if you suddenly wear cold water from your head, the damage isn't half as bad.

The bud grenade scratches his hair sticking to his face and squeezes his own hair and uniform. Then plenty of water dripped from it like a rag that inhaled water.

"I just need to get dressed for this..."

In the meantime, you can't walk in the corridor in a wet spot, currently on break. I don't even have the means to call Maiko.

We'll rent a change of clothes in the infirmary after people are gone from the hallway, although it will take the form of late classes. Once that was the plan, the bud grenade still stayed in the private room for a while.

The bell at the beginning of the class rang, and the bud grenade made a mess and went out of the private room. Take toilet cleaning tools and wipe wet floors. The bud grenade decided to take off his socks and upper wear that sucked the water and walk because it would get dirty with water again when he walked as it was.

The medical faculty who went to the infirmary and only did their job properly when they wanted him not to be there looked at the bud grenade and circled his eyes.

"What's wrong, Nanhara?"

"Excuse me. I twisted my faucet to wash my hands and it looked like I was blocking it with my fingers and I sprayed it"

With a troubled face, Bud Grey said, and the medical faculty sent a sympathetic gaze to Bud Grey, "Oh well..."

"Nanahara-san is surprisingly dodgy."

"Haha. Looks like it."

Bud Grey smiles back at the medical faculty dialogue as he receives his uniform for loan. The medical faculty cared and lent the hairdryer as well, so the bud grenade dried his hair and left the infirmary.

Go to the dressing room and take off your wet uniform.

He turned out to be a camisole and a skirt, and the bud grenade sighed when he saw himself.

Harassment gets worse every day.

Shoulders, arms, and belly moles will make new moles again before they disappear, and I don't really think it's the body of the girl back home. Even athletic kids wouldn't make so many moles so far.

"Daughter, I can't go."

Bud grenades squirm at themselves. The scar on my cheek seemed to fade and fortunately I didn't have to leave any marks. But not all moles in your body will go away clean either.

Bud Grey smiled bitterly and took the black white shirt he borrowed from the infirmary - for a moment.

Gacha.

"Huh."

"Oops. Let me hide for a second..."

A boy who should not have been in this school, let alone in the women's dressing room, appeared in front of him.

"Shinohara,"

My voice stuck in my throat in surprise. but that seemed to be the same with the opponent. Shin Habara had his eyes rounded rarely.

"Why are you here?"

"No, no, because that's this dialogue"

The bud grenade returns the words with half eyes. It's the strangest and weirdest thing that Makoto, who is not a student at school, and Makoto, who is a boy, is here.

And anyway, I don't really care about that in my current bud grenade outfit.

"Um, could you please leave?

The bud grenade being dressed narrowed his eyes and said. Although the camisole is slightly wet, the bra is light and clear. A gentle way of putting it, the bud grenade complains "get out" with his expression.

but Shin is a full grin.

"It's okay, it's okay. Because I'm used to seeing women naked, and I'm not accumulating enough to be excited to see your mediocre body. Besides, I'm wearing underwear, okay?

"I don't know what the problem means."

A bud grenade that sends a discreetly contemptuous glance doesn't know, for example, that he is desperately fixing himself with a false grin and words. I wish I could just leave if I could fix it. I'm just trying to make it even with my misery by looking at the disgusting bud grenades.

But if even such a peachy head of prudence seriously reflects what she looks like, it will calm her down.

Leaning closer to the bud grenade to get dressed just in case, Shin grabbed the bud grenade arm.

"Huh..."

"This mole, what?

Makoto turns his eyes to the bud grenade's shoulder and two arm moles. The bud grenade makes a strong voice "let go" and tries to shake Shin's arm off, but there is no way Shin could have fought with force.

"Take it off"

"Ha!?

The next word that came out of Makoto's mouth, the bud grenade sounds insane. But, of course, the bud grenade couldn't have taken off, and Shin put his hand on the hem of the bud grenade camisole.

"Mr. Tsuhara! Hey, no!

Shut the fuck up.

"... Huh!

There is no usual grin on Shin's face.

Makoto's serious face, which he shows from time to time, is scary. Seeing his face, Makoto saw that his strength to resist had weakened a little, and Shin slammed up the hem of the camisole as he wished. But the only thing that makes me dewy is directly under my bra, my stomach.

Though relieved, the bud grenade belly was not much to be seen now either.

"Did he hit you? Uh, did you ever get kicked?"

Shin, who checks the mole of the bud grenade's body all the way through, spins words that way away from the bud grenade. Too many stars, the bud grenades had trouble reacting.

"You're not with the board right now?

"... because the student council is off"

Makoto narrowed his eyes to the words of the bud grenade.

Shin had also heard from some lady the other day about an interview squad immersed in Li Long. but Shin wasn't even expecting to be away from the student council because of it.

"Why... is Mr. Hagiwara here?"

Makoto, a student at another school, can't help wondering what he's done. If the Holy Night was with us, I still wouldn't have seen him.

"I'm here to see Nanhara."

Makoto answers with a smile.

He's the only one who knows if the word is true or not.

"Nah. I was free, and there was no Holy Night."

"Huh."

Shoot grenades only slightly open their eyes to the fact that Makoto informs them. The fact that Holy Night is being made prudent at my parents' house in Osaka was a less public matter.

"... is it my fault?

"I don't know. But I'm pretty sure Holy Night doesn't want you to look like that, huh?

Makoto leaves his back at the door and tells the Word instead of Holy Night.

"Well... if Holy Night were here, I'd have you instantly incorporated over here."

Shin stared at the injured bud grenade body with cold eyes and said. The bud grenade is hazy and weaves the white shirt in his hand. Makoto laughed at his actions now.

"Even so, I was right to come and see how things were instead of Holy Night.... but I thought you might be out of your mind."

Makoto's words "even though" caught on to Bud Grey's heart. That must be a reference to the past of this season and budding grenades. This is my opinion because I am cautious about the nature of bud grenades.

"You haven't told the board yet, have you? About myself. Well, of course."

Shin puts his arms together and stares into the eye of the bud grenade. The eyes were clearly shaking. Bud grenade properties are the biggest weaknesses of bud grenades.

"But you don't reveal that... you don't trust me, do you?

"No!

Shoot grenade denied the words Shin calmly told her without getting her hair in between. I raised my voice because I felt that way somewhere in my mind.

"If I knew, I wouldn't do anything stupid to leave you alone right now. Absolutely"

"I'm nothing."

"Are you all right? Just kidding."

Makoto said so, pulling the hand of the bud grenade and holding it against his chest. The gesture was rough and somehow filled with love, even though it was far more cluttered than the lady I held this morning.

"If you're okay, you don't look like you're gonna cry. If that's enough to make you look like that, tell the board everything. If they dump you... that's all we're talking about, right?

"... No, sir."

The bud grenade's voice trembles just a little.

"I don't want everyone to hate me. I'm sure they'll all accept all of my past. But if everyone finds out the truth, always worry about me... get drawn somewhere"

The bud grenade cling to Shin's chest and buried his face there. Shin's scent creeps into the bud grenade's heart.

"I'm sure it will be a burden for everyone."

If I don't like that, the word won't speak anymore. The bud grenade gripped Shin's shirt hard enough to wrinkle.

I didn't tell anyone the truth, because the bud grenade's heart was lazy. But I must hate Makoto, so I bumped it all into him.

"That's okay, right?

"He says it's not good."

"Why? I picked him up."

"Absolutely not."

The bud grenade utterly denies Makoto's words with his cuddly voice. That was funny and Makoto laughed Kerakera.

"I hate the way you laugh"

"I don't hate myself, do I?

"I hate it"

As if to spit out all his anxiety now, the bud grenade continued to spit his words discreetly. And to make that anxiety go away, Makoto also felt like he kept playing for the bud grenade again.

After a while, the calm bud grenade leaves Makoto. And I changed my uniform perfectly.

"Then go home to my classroom."

"What? I came here because of you. Don't you think my opponent will?

I didn't ask you to come.

"Wow, what's that?"

Even though there was only a little mood until just now, the bud grenades are now completely back to their usual condition.

"Then I'll go home, too. Uh, free time. I need to find someone to deal with."

Makoto says so and takes out his smartphone and starts checking his phone book.

"Mr. Hagiwara."

"Uh... what?

Replying carelessly, Makoto turns to the bud grenade with his eyes on the smartphone.

"Thank you......"

But the voice I heard slightly conveyed so cautiously.

Thanks to Makoto, I felt a little cleared of bud grenades. That was true, and it was no other prudence that took the misery of bud grenades the past few days.

So I want to convey my thanks, but I'm unhappy to say it directly to Makoto, but I feel refreshed if I don't, and Bud Grey stares at Makoto with an upper eye and manages to say thank you.

Though...

"It's not cute."

Makoto says so and disappears from the front of the bud grenade.

Keeping all that gentle, at the end of the day, Shin sent a cooler gaze than he ever did when Bud Grey said he never thanked him for his intentions.

"You idiot..."

The bud grenade got a little angry and beat the place carefully touched so as to pamper him with dust.

Meanwhile, Shin, who went outside the gate and completely escaped from the bud grenade, loosened the thread of tension.

The last one was definitely unintentional.

"Thank you" is pretty tight with a flashing face.

I'm sure Shin would have smiled thinly and kissed her if it wasn't the bud grenade that did that.

"It's not Holy Night... it's not Gala..."

Makoto covers his face with his hands so as to hide his flaming face.

"You've got to be kidding me, silly woman"

To hit eight, Shin kicked the wall of Lilong School and headed back to La Faust School.