Reiryuu Academy Student Council

The party is over and the bud grenades break up with the officers on the spot.

"Bye, buddy. Say hello the day after tomorrow!

Wind and elegance seem to be the first dates (going out) with officers waiting after Christmas. Fengya said so and waved, and all the other officers greeted the bud grenades and left the party venue behind.

Drop off the officers, bud grenades pack their bags. With his coat and bag in his hand, the place where the bud grenades are headed is the source of the Holy Night and the Tojo, where he is exchanging greetings. Only two people remained at the party venue where no one was left.

"... Akizo-kun, thanks for inviting me. It was a great party."

"That's above all, Mr. President."

When the bud grenades appeared under the two people who exchanged such conversations, their gaze shifted to the bud grenades almost simultaneously.

"Oh, uh... Kiyozo told me to go home, because Kihara told me to..."

"Oh, wait a minute. Okay, president. I have to take her home. Now if you'll excuse me."

Speak to the bud grenade, and the Holy Night greets Tojo again. Then the bud grenades also bowed their heads to Tojo from behind the Holy Night.

"Dear Tojo, thank you so much for today"

"Bud... Nanhara, nothing to thank you for..."

Tojo immediately corrects the name he's about to say. But before Tojo finished, the bud grenade raised his face.

"Also, I look forward to the day when we can talk a lot..."

Tojo's eyes open wide to the words of the bud grenade. The bud grenade spun firmly with its mouth the promise of a reunion that Tojo could not say. Holy Night laughs thinly at the bud grenade who properly gave his wish, staring at Tojo with a serious look.

"I'm looking forward to it, too. Nanhara."

Tojo exchanges a handshake with the bud grenade and leaves the two of them with a gentle and satisfied grin. The bud grenade stared at Tojo's back all the way up until he couldn't see it like that.

"... let's go to the car"

Confirm that Tojo is no longer visible, and Holy Night tells the bud grenade. But the bud grenades did not try to follow behind the Holy Night.

"... budding grenade?

"Mr. Qin Zao. Can you just give me a minute?

Holy Night narrows his eyes to the words of bud grenades. There was still something left to do in the bud grenade. The Holy Night somehow knew what that was. When I pushed down the bud grenade on the couch, it was Holy Night that I uttered words to do so -.

"Stay by the guest room. … wait in the car"

That's what Holy Night tries to say and pass before the bud grenade, but there was only one thing I had to say to the bud grenade before that.

"Whatever you see, pretend you saw it."

Speaking a profound word, Holy Night headed to the car first.

Because we can't make him wait too long for the Holy Night, bud grenades walk early to where Holy Night taught us.

At the back of the aisle through the entrance, the main guest room is a poking right at it.

The bud grenade leaves the party venue and goes too far through the entrance. I walked a little and plugged it in the back of the aisle, stopping the leg.

Should I say my legs stopped moving rather than stopped?

"You are... what are you really, Makoto?"

The voice is new to the memory of bud grenades. I never met her before, it was the same as Shin's brother's voice.

The bud grenade stuck to the wall and asked for a little face from the corner to see the passage leading to the main guest room.

"Don't dance and get well. I don't have to be you to dance. You were praised for honoring me, even if I were your brother. You know what I mean?

It is definitely Shin's brother who is saying that. The gentle impression I saw a few hours ago is nowhere.

The sense of discomfort felt by the bud grenade is connected with the meaning of the word Kazuya.

"Brother, I know. I don't know. Your brother would have been praised a lot better. It's been a long time since I've seen a brilliant brother."

Makoto had a more unreadable grin on his brother than usual.

"It's only natural that I'm good. Not like you. I am the son of the Tachihara family. Watching a stupid, swallowing guy like you is really annoying."

"Ha, right ~. I'm sorry, brother."

Makoto's words and smiles are not as disgusting as lies. Bud grenades surprise it. But the next time Shin's brother acted, the bud grenade breathed unexpectedly.

Gah.

"... eh"

Eating his brother's fist, Makoto strikes his head against the wall with his recoil. And I sat on the floor with the cheats as they were.

"Ha, brother. Exactly. This hurts."

Makoto is grinning as he mocks his battered cheek. Makoto's brother was abominable.

"I can't believe you're good... don't make me laugh. Shin, you're an idiot, and there's nothing you can do about it, brother. Don't you?"

"Yeah, I am. I'm... stupid, swallowing, I can't help it, I can't help it, my brother."

Makoto replied with a thin grin, trying as if to recite it. Apparently satisfied with such prudent words, his brother returns his heel.

"Don't say a word because your father ordered you to be the pawn of the harp."

With that said, Shin's brother began to take the aisle in the opposite direction from the guest room, and the bud grenade hid behind the statue of the goddess, which was nearby.

Shin's brother left and the bud grenade rushed to Shin with his bag.

"Mr. Hagiwara."

Shin's face stretched strong at once as the bud grenade bent down the aisle and saw Shin.

"Why did you... eh, Holy Night"

Makoto, who spoke of his doubts, immediately understands the answer. The bud grenade ignored Shin's words and so on, adding a handkerchief to his cut and bloody lips.

"More than that, you see... hey, seriously"

Makoto laughs and says that. The bud grenade on his knees before Makoto had an indescribable look.

"Why... did you not avoid getting beaten up"

That was the first question that came to mind when I saw Shin's face. That's what the bud grenades were asking, for some reason, even though there was more to ask.

"That... was avoided, wasn't it?

Makoto was holding onto his brother's fist. Yet Makoto dared to reorient himself so that his fist would hit him clean on his cheek.

Shin laughs Kerakera as usual at the bud grenade pointing out.

"Because if you take it, it'll be over soon. You just stir it up if you avoid it."

The concise answer meant a lot in it.

"The dance... shouldn't have, should it?

bud grenade asks with a serious face. Seeing from my brother's story earlier, Shin danced a real dance and it touched my brother that he was recognized in public at least.

"Exactly."

"If you knew... you should have danced properly."

It's the usual pattern to do this appropriately for Makoto, and there shouldn't be any resistance. The bud grenade frowned and said so, but Shin against still gave a disgusting laugh.

"I was gonna lose my hand, too, right?

"Then... eh"

"But you couldn't help it."

If you get out of your hand, you can't keep up with the genuine dance of bud grenades to say Shin.

"You're the only one I'm serious about, aren't you? Yet... you can't dance properly."

Saying so and laughing satisfactorily Makoto is so grumpy that the face of the bud grenade seems to distort bitterly. Makoto was continuing his words instantly so that no word could be uttered by any bud grenade that looked sad.

"Nanhara, I'm not interested in what your brother thinks. Well, if it's any other human being, it seems like it is. If you're angry, you can be angry, or if you want to look down, you can look down. I think you should take it personally. Because if I fix the words, I'll be in a good mood just like I was."

Makoto said so faintly, closing his eyes.

"I don't care who denies me more than I am. That's not what I found out."

There are plenty of people in the world who say that with strength. But Makoto thought so from the bottom of his heart, and he really lived his life as the word goes.

"All I obey is the Word of Holy Night."

That's why the word catches on.

"Why are you doing this for Mr. Qin Zao?"

Makoto's loyalty is not half-baked. I'm sure he can do anything for Holy Night.

With all that instrumental weight, Shin didn't even know why he kept pretending to be stupid.

As if she had guessed such a bud grenade question, Makoto laughs thinly and mouths the answer.

"I didn't want to get away from the bondage... I wanted to get away from your bondage"

Shin's eyes, as he spoke out, were black, and I didn't think even the bud grenade in front of him was showing. Those eyes are the exact same color as Shin's eye, who spoke of his brother at the waltz of the night club, gave him a glimpse for a moment.

"My brother was usually good. But... I was simply better at what I did than my brother. Uh, not proud or nall, huh?

Makoto smiled like the same doll he was showing his brother earlier when he said so and said "Ha ha".

Shin's brother has been working very hard for a long time. He also learned a lot and made a good effort. The abilities gained by it were certainly positioned as' excellent ', but Shin, who had not done one lesson, could have done better in anything than such a brother.

As soon as I found that out, my brother's attitude changed. My brother, who was born earlier, feared the existence of prudence that would threaten even that right, even though he had the priority right of succession.

"Really, Holy Night and Nanhara without a brother or sister are happy, huh? If I were there, I'd be crushed for sure."

I can imagine what Shin's brother has been doing with young prudence just because of the words and the matter just now. Makoto laughed with pleasure when he said he was talking about such a sad story.

"So I decided, God is cruel - how swallowing, to act stupid for my brother"

That way, public perception becomes a brother of excellence and failure. Even if Shin didn't bother to cut off his relationship with the Shinhara family, that alone equated Shin's authority to nothing. Still, Shin's brother continued to fear Shin's very small possibilities.

"That's why I gave up all my authority almost as much as my brother wanted me to. I'm not interested in politics or anything, and I've hated trouble for a long time."

But Shin's father, the Foreign Secretary, was different. Knowing or not Shin's act, Shin's father tried to keep Shin connected.

As a means of doing so, the Father sent Makoto to the Holy Night. He temporarily freed Makoto from the Shinohara family on condition that he would return once he was abandoned from the Holy Night.

"So I will never betray Holy Night. If it's for the Holy Night, it works as hard as it can. Because then I'm really free. You don't have to be serious, seriously. I'm just tired."

If I can make it right, I've never been over it. I can't forgive Makoto for carrying all the burdens like the Holy Night.

"But if you're still tired of pretending to be stupid, you're gonna make me mean it, like you just did, right? Then I'm good enough.... my happiness is already here"

I can grab everything but what I want for the Holy Night. That was true freedom for Makoto. Until now...

"But don't you think... being a real free man today won't punish you?

Makoto gently grabbed the hand of a bud grenade that put a handkerchief on his mouth.

"So... Nanahara, kiss me"

Shoot grenade frowns at Makoto's words. Shin missed his gaze from such a budding grenade face, staring at a heart-shaped necklace shining around his budding grenade neck.

"That's the Christmas gift from Nanahara for me...... huh?

Makoto adds a finger to his bud grenade lips. Those soft lips are not allowed to touch unless they make such a cunning rush.

But I knew bud grenades weren't the kind of woman to lose such a prudent rush.

"I can't believe you kissed me... like anyone would if you asked... I would never give you a gift like that"

The bud grenade, who said so in a strong tone, wraps the muffler around Shin's cold neck. Appearing from the back of the bud grenade, its brown muffler envelops Shin's neck with gentle warmth.

Makoto touched the muffler while keeping an eye out.

"Nanhara-chan... this"

"My neck looks cold, so it's mine, but I'll give it to you. You don't have to give it back."

Shin can't say anything, bud grenade says so quickly and stands up.

"I will always be your opponent whenever Mr. Hagiwara really wants to fight. I'll beat you to pieces every time. So..."

Holy Night said to pretend not to look. The meaning of this can also be seen in the bud grenades of today. Together, they are likely to send a cautious gaze of sympathy.

"If you say you're happy... don't look so pathetic again"

The bud grenade swallowed all the gentle words that were right out there and stopped trying to escape by Shin.

Shin, left alone, sits on the floor, squeezing his neat hair in a cushy grip.

"Ah... damn. Because I thought I could kiss you..."

Makoto stays laughing even if I let him repent. Makoto's smile is wacky different from the windy tenacious grin, as well as the frigid social grin of Holy Night. That grin, which floats sadly or painfully, was a defensive line built by Shin.

Makoto's grin disappears - that can only happen when he's so upset that he can't block his emotions.

"Nanhara-chan... she's a real idiot"

Makoto says so, pulling a muffler over his mouth.

The muffler given to the bud grenade is as comfortable to touch as a brand. But the muffler wasn't tagged or anything.

"As much as the muffler Nanahara uses, I know.... Barca"

The muffler that bud grenades usually use is a light water color.

"If you get the best gift like this... you can't even complain"

No one can hear a crying voice.

Makoto, who buried his face in the muffler, felt the cozy warmth of enveloping him and couldn't move while sitting there for a while.