Reiryuu Academy Student Council

Dark room.

No sound, no color - a world alone.

"Yes, ya... let me out..."

It was like being in a narrow world between this world and the afterlife, left alone in such a space.

"Let me out. Yeah! Please! No, no, no, no! Scary, frightening, no. '

Only by speaking out can you see that you exist. But there is no word to return and no one else exists when they know they exist.

My heart is crushed by anxiety. But there is no helping hand.

There's only one person there, a lonely world.

'Ahhhhhhhhhh!!

"... uh, ha, ha... again, then."

I woke up. The bud grenade was sweating so much it didn't look like this season.

Wake up your body, bud grenades hands on your forehead.

I've been having the same dream here lately.

All this time, a dream I've never seen. No, bud grenade past.

Ten years ago, the budding grenades kept themselves at this time of year, when the tragedy that struck the budding grenades was trapped in the back of their minds over and over again, and in November of each year.

If I didn't, my brittle heart was going to shatter quickly.

"... ugh"

Disgusting. I feel nauseous.

Having this dream now is proof that my mind is disturbed and my teeth are no longer working. As unsound as it sounded, the bud grenades had become unstable.

"... help"

I don't know who you asked for help.

I don't even know what you want me to help you with.

Maybe I'm not really asking anyone for anything.

It was just a sure fact that the bud grenade threw up that word.

But whatever the circumstances under which the bud grenades are, that doesn't matter to the people around you. Harassment continues without end.

"I'm coming with you, buddy."

"Nanhara, lend me your stuff, I'll take it."

Knowing the circumstances, Maiko and Takimoto were always worried about the bud grenade.

Still, it's not like the two of them can stay by the bud grenade all the time.

If they make me Dr. Matsuda's parsley, or go to a different choice class than the two of us, I'll be able to do it every second.

"Die, skank."

You can just say those words. But the fact is that what is given to bud grenades is unchanged violence, and because it's a woman's power, it hasn't taken care of it yet.

If you engage with an officer, the pain that can be added will only be greater for what you have been involved with.

"Nanhara-san."

"Ah, Langtang-kun"

One day, bud grenades met in the corridor in a perfect way with advantages.

"What's next, a mobile class?

If you make a mistake in the hallway, you usually stop for a moment and have a conversation. So while the advantage was concerned with the eyes around me, it stopped me.

"Yeah...... bye"

The one who didn't stop - the bud grenade.

"Huh..."

"Bud grenade"

Maiko also pulled the bud grenade hand as she was surprised, but the bud grenade just laughs and passes by.

If you look at a flashing, advantageous face and say in a nutshell what you think, you're exhausted with the usual word 'spicy'. I have a lot of thoughts in it, but it's all just an excuse.

People around them don't like that bud grenades and advantages talk. Advantage is responsible if harassment is heated by the fact that the bud grenade has spoken of advantages. Though I do have that thought, in the end that's a clean afterthought.

Bud grenades avoided advantages because they just want to protect themselves. I don't want anyone around me to neglect me any more. And I feared being rejected out of favor.

With such shallowness and pity of myself intruded, the bud grenade's heart keeps breaking.

There was also less for officers to take to the sprouts. That's the result that the bud grenade wanted and the officer accepted it.

"Nanwon"

But the only one, Shotaro, who promised to be himself as usual, came to see Bud Grey.

"Gejong-kun"

After school, Shotaro sat down in front of a bud grenade who worked for the student council in the classroom and was reading a manuscript.

Both Maiko and Takimoto go to the club because Shotaro is nearby.

Shotaro raised his face to the call of the bud grenade.

"What?

"Don't you have to go to the student council?

The bud grenade asks Shotaro as he runs a pen on the paper. Shotaro exhaled gently when he saw Shotaro's worried face.

"It's a personal interview today. I've got a little time before my turn."

"... well"

Though I will remain sorry for Shotaro for coming all the way to see me during that little time, Shotaro is still happy and smiles.

"I'm almost done with the interview"

"Yeah......"

Even after the interview, I didn't feel like the harassment would end.

"Thank you, Gejong."

When the bud grenade laughed, the officer always smiled back at me. But the bud grenade let go of its happiness himself.

- You don't reveal that... you don't trust me, do you? -

Makoto's words come to mind.

He doesn't spoil bud grenades.

Makoto's words to say what he thought was so convincing when he learned about the bud grenade's past and that the bud grenade was hurt trying to hurt him.

"Gejong-kun"

"... what's up?

Quiet classroom.

Shotaro looks uncut when he's afraid of himself, who's likely to reject Shotaro right now, even soon.

A bud grenade that fears losing can't go a step forward.

But before the stalled bud grenade - I'm sure there's nothing.

"What if I say that I'm really a princess of British royal blood?

The bud grenade suddenly waves a story without a clap. I didn't know what it was like to be told that, and Shotaro had trouble reacting.

"... are there any more realistic stories?"

"Haha, that's right. Bye."

Shoutaro stops the pen and looks into Shotaro's eyes.

"Tojo president's daughter,"

The air freezes just a little.

President Tojo's name came out simply because he is now a school and a rumored person.

But somehow the words were so convincing that Shotaro swallowed the gokuri and spit.

"Nan..."

"It's a joke, don't be serious"

That's what the bud grenade says, trapping the truth in the back of his mind.

Spit it it all out, the bud grenade fearing it would break was just as weak as it used to be.

"Next story, it's Wind's turn."

After finishing his personal interview, Laila returned to the Student Council Room and spoke to the wind and grace of being alone.

Shotaro went to the bud grenade, and the favor went somewhere, and there was only wind and elegance in the student council room.

"... yeah"

Fengya replies quietly and starts unpacking herself.

"Hey."

Fengya today is far more vain than the old, fengya figure that kept swinging by the booking system. Just looking at such an elegance, as if something important had been missing somewhere, Laila stopped hanging up.

"... will you keep avoiding Ru?

Lailuo asks quietly.

Fengya shook Pickle's shoulder at Lailuo's question.

"... I don't know"

Windy voices don't rely small.

Windy doesn't want to avoid the bud grenades. If you'll forgive me, I want to see you and hug you right now.

But I couldn't stand for her to get hurt because of me.

"Me, not long ago... I thought I liked buddy grenades more than anyone else"

The first of the officers to like the bud grenade and like it is the wind elegance. Although I can't tell you the order of my thoughts, no one can deny that his thoughts on bud grenades are deep.

"But... even though I can't be by my side when it's at stake, I can't believe I 'like' it... it sucks and I'm afraid to say it"

"... Wind"

"I don't even have the credentials to like buddy grenades anymore."

Fengya's face is invisible hidden in her shabby, tidy hair. I just know he's not laughing.

- Ru-chan. You might have mistaken Wind for just a woman.

- If Megumi thinks so, I can mean that kind of guy -

But I didn't want to see Fengya say that.

"Stay with me!

Lailuo grabs and shakes the bosom of the unreliable wind.

No matter how clumsy you are or how pitiful you think you are to a bud grenade, the wind and grace such as accepting all the words of bud grenade is certainly the wind and grace in front of Lailuo.

"Ru... I don't blame you for Wind. I know all how Wind feels, and I was still by Wind's side, but Wind can't help it!

Fengya touched the hand softly, as she suppressed Lailuo's hand.

"I know... I know.... but"

"-"

"It would have been easier for you to blame me anyway."

The face of wind and elegance that raised its face and turned a blind eye to Laila was distorted in sorrow.

"Come on... I don't know what to do anymore"

Each one has thoughts and his mind is disturbed by the itching that doesn't work.

Still, the spinning gear doesn't know how to stop. In the end, you can also find an end only by just keeping turning around.

And beyond the gear that keeps turning...

Entrusting Shotaro with the job he finished, Bud Grey bids him farewell. In the end, Shotaro, who doesn't know the true meaning of Shotaro's words, remained a difficult face, and Shotaro even had a hard time seeing such Shotaro.

"... if this goes on forever... let's do it"

Bud grenades walk down the hallway.

The whining bud grenade word no longer has nothing but anxiety. I was sick of myself like this.

A cultural festival that was happy, even though it had not been a month since then, the situation was as if it had been different then.

"Is happiness far from me..."

The tired, dry laughter of the bud grenades dissolves in the quiet air and disappears.

- The plague god...

"... really"

I remember what my old classmates told me.

That's what I said and I closed my eyes. The bud grenade's sight shows nothing. The bud grenades that were plugged in front of the stairs were the best they could do to contain their anxiety and were alarmed.

Tong.

"... eh"

It's too late when I look back.

The body of the bud grenade falls downstairs without defying gravity.

"... eh, buddy!

I heard someone scream, but there the bud grenade consciousness broke off.

Beyond the gear - pity was all I waited for.