Makoto doesn't distract his gaze.
On his own bed, a pushed down bud grenade and a pushing down brother.
Untied ties and a black white shirt that opens up to the chest.
Makoto was staring at the disturbed appearance of bud grenades with a straight face.
Ling looks at Shin's face like that and laughs with insatiable joy. The bud grenade was intolerable and distracted from prudence.
Shin's appearance loosens the power of Ling's hand, and he hurries to get up on the bed. But Ling won't let go by grabbing the raised bud grenade arm.
"Brother... what are you doing here"
Makoto's voice is calm and I find that very scary.
"Mine, in my room... to him..."
Makoto said that much, walking over here like some kind of thread was broken. And when I grabbed the bud grenade arm and pulled it off my brother, it covered my back.
"Don't come in here in a good place, Shin. I'm not ready for your present yet."
"What gift... brother"
Makoto's voice was trembling with anger. The bud grenade clings carefully with a slightly paralyzed body. Seeing the unstoppable bud grenade, Shin's face was distorted.
"To this guy... what have you done"
"I get a little sleepy and can't move for a while... I just gave him those pills"
Ling has no way of reflecting, but rather says with pleasure. Shin grabbed Ling's chest.
"Michihara-san!
"Makoto, can you get your hands on me?
Ling looks at Shin's face, distorted in sorrow, and laughs happily.
"Why don't you hit me? Like old times again, I'll play until you're broke."
To the cruelty of the word, the bud grenade also frowns. But Shin doesn't respond to Ling's words. I'm grabbing his chest and sending a cold gaze.
"That's all I'm trying to say..."
"... what? The way you talk!
Ling is hit with caution, offended by her calm appearance of Shin. But Shin avoided Ling's arm and grabbed his arm and pushed it down to the floor.
"I asked if that's all I wanted to say. Answer me... scumbag."
"Shin... Oh, you! Don't be ridiculous! Luckily I was avoided..."
"You really know that, don't you? As much as I've been beaten up by you on purpose. Did you have a good time?
Makoto's voice is badly calm and thus makes him feel unusual fear. Ling, who had been grinning creepily until just now, was now blushing his face.
"Shin... Yes, don't worry about it, okay? You can't do what you want..."
"Oh, yeah. So together... let's fall to the point of falling, shall we?
Makoto says so and takes out the ballpoint pen he was giving to his uniform chest pocket. When he made a chirping noise and pen tip, he shook it up vigorously.
"Shin... what?"
"Michihara-san! No!"
The bud grenade pushes Shin's arm, aggressively. There is no force in it at all, but it could be enough to distract the orbit a little.
Right next to Ling's ear, a ballpoint pen is piercing the floor. There was blood seeping through Ling's ears slightly.
"Oh... I took it off. 'Cause I'm gonna succeed next time."
Makoto tries to pull through the ballpoint pen. But the bud grenade stopped such prudent hands.
Touching Shin's hands, the bud grenade shook his neck left and right.
"Please don't..."
"Why?"
Makoto stares at the sprouts. The bud grenade just shook his head sideways, unanswered by Shin's question.
"Shin... Are you kidding me? This is between me and you... playing, right? Mm-hmm. Don't be a pain in the ass, okay?
Ling has a blue face and is about to get in the mood for Makoto. But Shin's complexion overlooking Ling doesn't change at all.
"Oh, it's a game. All of it. That's why I went out with him without complaining... Exactly. Hands on this guy. There's no 'play'."
"This... has happened before, hasn't it? I'll take your girl."
"Don't be shy with me. This is not my girl.... you know everything and you chose this guy on purpose, right?
Makoto's eyes are full of killing intentions.
"This guy belongs to Holy Night. Against the Holy Night, aren't you an idiot? Whatever I don't do, that's it for you, right?
Ling's body is shaking. Are you afraid of Makoto's words, or of Makoto himself, the answer must be both.
"Let my father report it all. You're banished from the house. You deserve it, don't you?"
"No, don't. Makoto! That's all..."
"Same thing you did to me, didn't you? This is a game."
Makoto says so causing Ling's body.
"Already... ghosts are taking turns"
I tried to throw it away and threw my brother's body away. Makoto kicks his brother, who clings to his rising prudence.
"Get out of here.... If you're still here, I won't really take it off next time"
Makoto says so and tries to walk over to Ling. Ling shook his neck sideways with a crying face and left the room intact.
My brother leaves through a broken door. I'm sure you'll start thinking about the means to fix it.
Makoto looked frustrated and kicked a desk nearby.
Broken doors, messy beds, everything looks dirty.
The bud grenades remain crouched, unable to stand. My body is shaking because of the medicine. But I think the fear that Shin's brother nearly attacked me is one of the factors.
Shin crouched together, before the bud grenade.
"Why... I got on to your brother's invitation"
Makoto's voice was putting a little emotion on it. Spicy, bitter, such a voice tightens the bud grenade's heart.
"I told you to be careful... I advised you.
"So, yes."
The bud grenade grabbed enough to wrinkle the unbuttoned white shirt together.
"Go back to the Habara house... your brother's beating you up more often, right? Every time I see you, I realize you're getting more scratches, too."
"So... so what?
I just met Shin's brother, and I knew as much as there was nothing I could do for a bud grenade.
Still, if I could do anything, bud grenades wanted to do what I could for Makoto.
As Shin has done to the bud grenades, the bud grenades also wanted to move for Shin.
"For me? Don't make me laugh. Who asked you to do this!
Makoto's yelling is hard. Makoto's face is uncut and distorted.
I wanted to do something for Makoto, but in the end the bud grenade can only worry carefully and make him look like this.
"If I..., for Mr. Tsuhara, want to do something, can't I?
The bud grenade struggles with seeping tears and asks. The trembling voice really hits my nose.
Shin laughed with his nose at such a bud grenade inquiry. But its face is more distorted in bitterness than bud grenades.
"So, you... you can't do anything for me?
Shin grabs the bud grenade arm and takes him to bed. I lifted the body of the bud grenade and put it straight to bed. You look rambling, but you're incredibly sweet with your hands to touch and your arms lying on the bud grenade.
Shin, covered in lying bud grenades, blamed the bud grenades there again.
"My brother did this to me, why don't you resist. Is that for me, too?
"That's..."
"Why... I don't know... say it for me"
On Makoto's crying face, the bud grenade holds his breath. I couldn't distract myself from Shin's sad, warped face.
"Shinohara,..."
A bud grenade speaks. Then Shin took a deep breath and laughed hahaha. The dry laughter sounds very sad.
"If Nanahara really wants to do something for me... deal with me here and now"
Makoto is laughing. My mouth is up, but my eyes aren't laughing at all. Shin really just looked like he was about to cry on the bud grenade.
"You can do anything for me, can't you? Then let me do what I want with you."
"Shinohara..."
"... you can't, can you?
Makoto says in a frightening voice, letting go of the bud grenade's hand. Shin reminded the bud grenade by purposely saying terrible things, as he pointed out the sweetness of the bud grenade idea.
There's nothing a buddy can do to be discreet. Makoto said he didn't need a bud grenade.
What other girls can do, they can't bud grenades.
"I can't do anything... don't say anything halfway"
Shin lets go of the bud grenade arm and tries to get away from the bud grenade. But the bud grenade caught such prudence.
"What..."
"... you can"
The bud grenade answers in a small voice. Not that it's damned. The feeling, too, was not a lie.
"What?"
Makoto's eyes are shaking. There was unusual, unspeakable satisfaction in the appearance of upset Shin.
"You can.... Anything."
The bud grenade grabs Shin's blazer and floats his torso just a little bit.
I don't know how. I'm sure it sucks. Still, the bud grenade kissed discreetly.
I kissed him just to touch him and stared at Shin's face nearby.
"What, do..."
"This... is what I can do, isn't it?
If you ask me if I'm not scared, of course I shake my head to the side. Scary, but still bud grenades chose Shin.
"... you're trembling. It's not funny. It's a joke... don't do it.... really stop"
Makoto says so, but he can't leave the bud grenade. Makoto doesn't, even though it's easy to shake off a bud grenade.
"Why not? Why... eh, silly woman"
Makoto mutters in a crying voice.
And he was kissing the bud grenade as it was.
Makoto's mouth is so deep and sweet that he can't remember his first, bud grenade awkward kiss.
"Absolutely... you'll regret it."
Makoto shrugs like that and pushes down about the bud grenade.
"Fine... still"
For Makoto's sake, I wanted to do something for you. I don't even know if that thought was love or hypocrisy, bud grenade.
The warmth of prudence to touch gently was delightful. I won't just falsify that feeling. True.