Use the subway for dozens of minutes. Taking a taxi from the nearest station, Fengya headed to La Faust School. The taxi driver seems to have mistaken Fengya for a school student, and the response was so polite that he ran the shortest course at a critical speed limit when he found out Fengya was in a hurry.
"Thank you!
The driver looked surprised at the wind getting out of the car in gratitude, but wind got inside the school without worrying about it.
"Oh, too!... It was bigger than Li Long here!
When you open the front door of the school, you will see a number of branches. Three corridors to the back of the school, a path that goes up on a luxurious staircase that draws a spiral. I guess there is an even further divide ahead.
"... I told you to come, it's where I know you."
Fengya whines in retrospect of Makoto's words.
I once came to this place to retrieve the bud grenade. So it was the library room that was taken with caution.
I kind of remember if I was on the road to the library. I'll turn my back on you, but Fengya won't walk out.
"Bud Grey......"
Yesterday and today, budding grenades refused to hear from Fengya. So I knew Fengya as well as Bud Grey didn't want to see me.
Do bud grenades want themselves to appear in front of them now?
- It just keeps moving away.
The last time I spoke to a bud grenade is on my mind. Bud grenade was right.
Bud grenades must have spooked me yesterday when I was even afraid to hold hands.
I don't even know what I was worried about. Maybe something happened to the bud grenade again because of me. I would never say bud grenades to the wind even if they were harassed. I was anxious when I thought so. I don't touch it when I think so, that it's always me who hurts the bud grenade.
I'm going to hurt, defile, and get more and more scared of my beautiful bud grenade body.
I can't rely on bud grenades for people who are crushed by such anxiety.
"I guess... I can't do it"
Behind the wind and grace that stands up thinking about it, the front door opens.
It sounded a grand opening and closing noise, from which emerged the man who would reign at the top of this school.
"That's unusual with students coming to school on Sunday......... What, you?"
I guess I thought you were a student at school. It was Holy Night when he uttered his words in a gentlemanly manner until along the way, but when he firmly recognized about the wind and elegance, he returned to his original attitude.
"Lotus Moon Fengya. What are you doing here?"
The Holy Night narrowed his eyes and said with a glance about the wind and elegance. Stunned by the Holy Night, Kazuya also drinks gokuri and spit. It's not as intimidating as it sounds.
"Kun Suhara called me... and said I'm here with Shouguan."
"Sprouts?
When the name came out of Fengya's mouth, the complexion of the Holy Night changed. Seeing how Holy Night looks like that also hardens the look of the wind.
"Shin's one...... what the hell"
Holy Night tries to think and whine. Normally I'd almost be furious, "Put me down and see you again," but this time I was calm.
If Makoto just brings the bud grenade here, we can talk about it with his breath. But the Holy Night instantly deduced that if we were to call for wind and grace there, we would not talk about it.
"Oh... you did it"
And Holy Night reminded me of the day before Valentine's Day.
"... prudent. Chocolate from sprouts to you."
After meeting with the bud grenades in the Tojo group, Holy Night handed it over discreetly. Normally, I get it, and I'm like, "Did you get Holy Night too? 'Or' Don't be jealous because you gave it to me, too, huh? 'I'm kidding,' Shin said that day, just looking at the chocolate he had received and narrowing his eyes.
"What are you not happy about?"
That made me angry, and Holy Night asked in a grumpy manner. There was also something wrong with the bud grenade asking me to hand over the chocolate discreetly. I'm pretty sure something happened to the two of us, and that's not funny.
Then they perceived the grump of the Holy Night. Makoto glanced back at the book he was reading to the brink and laughed quietly.
"Are you glad I know there's another fate?"
The Holy Night surprised me with Makoto's words. What Makoto is saying is that I have a favorite opponent for the bud grenade. With a thin, grinning prudence, Holy Night was asking with an upset round voice.
"The other guy... Who or what?"
I had no expectations. I was sure it wasn't me. Because if they are themselves, Makoto will surely make fun of and congratulate them enough to dislike this one.
Inquired by Holy Night, Makoto exhaled deeply.
"... mine, the one I hate"
Remembering that day, Holy Night stared at Fengya with a tighter look.
"Just yeah. I'll take you to Makoto. In the library, anyway."
"If it's in the library, I'm in the same place..."
Fengya tried to turn down Holy Night's offer. But passing just beside such an elegance, Holy Night laid his hands on the railing of the stairs.
That's all the luxurious decor suits him.
"I'm talking to you, too."
Turning only the wind and grace in his face, Holy Night said. Wind and elegance have no choice but to obey the voice without saying yes or no.
Fengya followed behind the Holy Night in silence. Holy Night goes the same path as the route that Fengya was drawing on his head. For a moment I was wondering if they would stop me on Holy Night, but now I really understood that Holy Night was just something I wanted to tell myself.
And I was also reading from the look on Holy Night that the story was about bud grenades.
"You..."
Up the stairs, when I reached the hall, the Holy Night opened its mouth. On the quiet low voice of the Holy Night, Fengya shivers her shoulders only slightly.
"Are you dating a buddy?
Holy Night does not see about Fengya. Pick one of the divides that leads from the hall with your back to the wind and walk towards you.
"... hang out, I don't"
Fengya answered in a small voice.
The bud grenades made the wind elegant special. He became aware of the wind and elegance.
But now all those words also sound like just an excuse. Fengya adds nothing more.
When I heard such an elegant answer, Holy Night lowered my shoulders as if I was relieved.
"Good to see you again."
The Holy Night stopped saying so, and now it was time to look back at the wind and elegance.
"Lotus Moon Fengya. I don't like you.... heartfelt."
Holy Night narrows his eyes and turns his cold gaze to the wind. The voice had rounded out its disgust from the heart.
Unlike the "dislike" gaze directed at the pointing it towards the wind. That is only "disgust".
I knew why, too, from the look of the Holy Night.
"I forgot. The officers are spoiling you, but I... you hurt my bud grenade. Forget it."
That case, harassment, though centered around the Windy Fan Club, was not solely because of Windy. Everyone on the board is responsible.
But everyone was desperately doing something to protect some bud grenade.
Back then, away from the bud grenades, only Fengya chose to be in the human mood for the fan club.
I cried and hurt the bud grenade and still fuelled the harassment by being in the mood of other women.
The perception of the Holy Night is so, and neither does Fengya deny it.
"Makoto said. He said he had moles all over his body. Maybe... disappear for the rest of your life, maybe there is."
lest it should, the Holy Night did all it could. But I won't say that to the wind.
Even if the body wounds heal, the heart wounds of the bud grenades may still be there.
"I can't trust you. Even if the next sprouts get hurt again, there's no guarantee that you can protect the sprouts."
That's all I know for myself, even if they don't say it on Holy Night.
"I trust that chairman more than you do.... Makoto thinks a lot more about him than you do."
Holy Night doesn't put itself out there to engage. I couldn't help you bud grenades then. I don't let myself be picked up on Holy Night.
I couldn't help you because you weren't close. That's only an excuse. Still, I can't forgive you for being nearby and not helping the bud grenades.
"Still, if he chooses you..."
Still, if a bud grenade chooses even such a shitty breeze, I can't speak out on Holy Night.
"Next time, protect him properly. If you're not sure about that, get away from the bud grenade."
That is what Holy Night said, as if he had seen through the anxiety of the wind and elegance. I'm sure Holy Night doesn't know anything about windy anxiety. I just said what he wanted.
But it was a stabbing word in the current wind.
"I'm sorry about the shackles on him."
- Shackles.
Afraid of hurting you, I'm not sure I can protect you, only in the shackles of a bud grenade. It just confuses the bud grenades and makes them anxious.
When I was able to make up with the bud grenade, I thought that would be fine if the bud grenade laughed at me. I thought that was all I needed.
But the bud grenade turned me around a little bit, so that made me happy and greedy. Then I knew the bud grenades stopped laughing and ended up making me cry.
"... yes, right"
The Word of Holy Night was both a pushback and a restraint. The rest depends on what the wind thinks. I've been throwing words at you to try the wind.
Bud grenades are strong kids. That's why I knew the humans by the bud grenade had to be stronger than her like that.
Maybe Shin is better off in the bud grenade than someone else who isn't himself.
"The library... there or"
The bud grenades are sweet, so no matter how hurtful they are, they will eventually forgive you about the wind and elegance.
But now I know that's not a good idea.
If you just want to hurt me, you can hide it inside yourself. If the bud grenade smiles, that's fine.
"... Yes"
Let's tell them everything and finish it. Yes, Fengya snapped in my heart.
Around the same time, forced interrogation by Makoto continued in the library room.
I can talk about the status quo in the first question and ask questions that go back to how it went to that status quo. That's how the question was repeated over and over.
"Heh... So you started hanging out with him and his girlfriend?
"What the fuck..."
"You're not."
Makoto says so, ridicules. What bud grenades and wind do is "lover's imitation". It's a matter of way of saying it, and it's no different from what Makoto calls a "lover."
"How do you feel about that... not what you like?
Makoto asks several questions while pushing the bud grenade down to his desk. I don't know what I would do if I didn't answer this. So the bud grenade was honest in answering Makoto's question.
"... I don't know, so I thought I'd come closer and find out."
"So? Get close. Okay?
When the buddy answers, Makoto immediately asks another question about the answer. What good is it to know this carefully? I can't even get time to think about it. I can't get a bud grenade now.
"It's..."
"Nanahara, do you want me to kiss the one you don't even like?
The answer to Makoto's added question was already out. The bud grenade refused Shin's kiss. Even the cheeks hated it.
But the wind became more elegant, and the bud grenade thought it could be forgiven. I started imitating my lover because I thought so, and was anxious that Fengya wouldn't.
The answer came from the beginning.
"Even if jealousy is a lust for exclusivity, the feelings you have now are nothing but liking.... I don't know, I'm just trying to understand."
Makoto ran out of words.
Point out the bad things about the bud grenades and tell them the truth. Never spoil a bud grenade.
Makoto's words are too correct to be said back. Shin's face warped as the bud grenade kept his mouth shut.
"... There are plenty of other things that can make you happy about Nanhara. And yet you look like you're gonna cry... but you want to be there for him."
I like the wind and grace.
I was gradually realizing the feeling from that day when I was avoided by the wind. But now that I realized it, I was just going to be extra sad, so I decided I didn't know the bud grenade and threw my feelings away.
So the bud grenade almost cries out at the thought dragged out by Makoto.
Shin's face was distorted because he saw a bud grenade face that seemed to cry. The grin had disappeared from Shin's face.
"Even if I am, Lotus Moon is avoiding me. And yet, it works..."
"True... why are you so clumsy to be angry"
Shin took his hand off the bud grenade's arm and slapped his desk to hit him with frustration. The bud grenade shook his body at the striking sound of a desk ringing in his ear.
"Don't make me say it out of my mouth... silly woman"
Seeing Makoto's sad expression, the bud grenade glances. I've never seen Makoto look like this before.
You told him you liked him.
Not sweet on bud grenades. But Shin always gives the bud grenade an important answer. That is the kindness of prudence that I think about bud grenades.
"You don't tell him you like him, but you don't think he's getting anxious over there?
Fengya has always liked me. So when the bud grenade turns around to turn around, the wind and elegance will not become more disturbing now. Yeah, I was kind of deciding.
"It's not like you don't think about what a woman you like thinks about you"
Makoto's eyes, telling him so, reflected only bud grenades.
Think about what you think, I get anxious because I'm not sure. Until you like it, your anxiety is on your mind. Even if you can think both ways, your anxiety won't go away forever.
"I'm anxious... you won't touch me"
They might hate you. I could hurt you and break it. All sorts of emotions mix in there.
"Because I like it... kissing doesn't make it any easier."
Makoto's little voice sounded remorseful as if she were talking about herself.
"Shinohara,..."
The bud grenade is cautious in his own eyes and reaches out to him. But Shin grabbed such a bud grenade hand, and caused the bud grenade from his desk.
"You're not the one to stretch."
That's what I say. Let go of the bud grenade hand. At the same time Shin's body moved away from the bud grenade. Makoto turns his gaze toward the door and his feet toward you.
"If he's going away... go after him. That's what he's been doing."
Makoto unlocks the door. I look back on the bud grenade and make my last inquiry with a serious face.
"That's what I've been doing... you like him, too, don't you?
Then, at the same time, the door behind Shin opened. Shin probably knew it and unlocked it now.
"Bud Grey......"
Beyond the door, there was wind and elegance.
The feeling that spreads in the bud grenade's heart cannot be expressed in words. There's only one reason why I feel like I'm about to cry, my throbbing chest, and the joy of seeing you.
"... Lotus Moon"
The bud grenade called the name of the wind elegance and covered his eyes. I cried because I couldn't bear the tears.
So I don't know what Windy looks like.
"Shin... you don't bother bringing in bud grenades. What are you finally doing?"
"I didn't do anything. Holy Night is your guide. You're annoying."
The voice of the Holy Night heard was still grumpy, and Makoto had returned to his usual attitude of retreat.
"Bud grenade"
There was a voice of Holy Night nearby, and the bud grenade wiped his eyes with gossip and raised his face. I look at the red-eyed bud grenade and Holy Night looks lonely.
"Why are you crying?"
That being said, Holy Night wiped the traces of tears that remained on his cheeks.
"Good to see you.... I didn't think I'd be able to drop you off because I was stuck at work."
Said Holy Night with a gentle laugh at the bud grenade. But that smile has shed some lonely shadow.
"... thank you, thank you. … good luck with your work"
I just cried and my voice gets clogged. Still, the hard spinning words arrived properly on Holy Night, and Holy Night laughed, "Good luck to you too".
"It's getting dark out there already.... where I'd like to send it."
That's what Holy Night said and I saw about the wind and elegance on the side. The bud grenade sights on the wind in the same way. Fengya in the view of the bud grenade looked at the bud grenade with the same worrying face he had yesterday.
"... don't drop me off here because I don't know who to send it to"
Holy Night pushes the bud grenade towards the wind.
Walking up to Fengya, Fengya said, "Were you okay?" He asked with a faint voice.
When the bud grenade nods at it, Fengya looks just a little relieved.
"Kung Fu Hara..."
And Fengya turns her gaze carefully. Makoto, the person who summoned Fengya, did not see about Fengya, but gave a "go home" signal with his hands.
"I'm done for me.... Nanahara-chan, take her home."
Tell the wind with a smile like his. Fengya frowns at Makoto's unsolicited remarks, but there was no complaint because he was able to take back the bud grenade.
"Bud Grey...... go"
That's what Fengya says and tries to leave the library. Shin's voice echoed into the room as the bud grenade also followed behind it and tried to leave.
"Nanahara, thanks for the chocolate.... It was good"
I hear Makoto's too honest words, and the bud grenade looks back reflexively. But Shin hasn't seen this one.
"Good luck."
I don't see a hidden face well with my forehead. But the mouth peeking through the gap was loose and the corner of the mouth was slightly raised.
"Yes.... thank you"
Leaving only his voice, the bud grenade leaves the library room.
At the same time Holy Night gently pounded Makoto's shoulder.
"I had chocolate after all."
In the words of Holy Night, Makoto laughs "Of course not".
"... but my brother-in-law feels stuck."
The Holy Night was convinced by Makoto's words with a small voice: "Let it be."