The sunlight that can come from the curtains gradually starts to fade, Makoto cares about her sleeping next door, turning on the lights and brightening the room that began to darken.
Now the border between evening and night, ambiguous time.
Makoto stares at the sleeping bud grenade face as he sits in bed. The white skin also appeared slightly blue.
"... you regret it, don't you?
I had a sense that I let the bud grenade force me.
There's hardly ever been any reason to lose. No matter how stupid or outrageous the action was, it was planned and done properly in the head of prudence.
I have acted thinking ahead so as not to my detriment.
"I... regret it"
Without thinking ahead, it was the first time I had left it to my feelings at that time to act, and the reality that remained in front of me as a result was tragic.
"You regret it...... why are you satisfied"
Betrayed the Holy Night, damaging the bud grenades.
Even though I know that, I am happy and happy to have made the bud grenade my own even for a moment.
The only way I could be cautious was to mock myself for being such a sucker.
"... you suck"
What would the bud grenade have thought when touched by a man who didn't even like it? I was going to help a bud grenade that was about to be attacked by my brother, and it's like I ended up attacking him.
My brother was the worst. But I have a worse self than that.
I just didn't want to hurt you about the bud grenade.
Always will be, if I can protect the bud grenade from the shadows by the bud grenade, that would be great.
More than anyone, it was important. More than Holy Night, I don't want to hurt you.
It was really the most important.
"... sorry"
Touching the bud grenade cheeks with slight traces of tears, Makoto kisses her.
This is the last kiss.
I'll tell myself, "So forgive me," and I'll hope for a bud grenade in my heart.
I kiss him, I can't let go of the bud grenade, and he reminds me enough not to like it.
I couldn't help but like the bud grenade thing.
"... sorry"
But I don't even deserve to tell you that anymore. Makoto put this feeling behind his heart.
Fix the front of the bud grenade and get out of bed.
Shin left the room when he put his uniform back on and called the maid to the room, bringing water, getting the car out for the bud grenade, and asking for a message to the bud grenade.
The bud grenade opens his eyes when he hears Shin's footsteps turn away. Makoto made sure he left and woke up. My body was dull and painful when I woke up my upper body with the blanket rolled over so as to hide my cold body.
"Ah... Um, they were awake"
The maid who remained in the room was surprised that the bud grenade had risen.
"And Shin's message... was listened to, was it?
The maid asks reluctantly. The bud grenade nodded without gazing at the maid, keeping the front facing him.
"If I make a move... I'll go home"
Makoto is not in this room. But his warmth remains next door.
"Soon, I'll bring you some water. Please wait while the car is ready."
The maid moves as prudently told. I walked out of the room once to bring water to the bud grenade.
As such, there is only one bud grenade in Shin's room. As I lowered my gaze, my black hair slipped off my shoulder and wobbled.
"... idiot"
Carefully kissed, the bud grenade woke up. Shin's kiss was comfortable and he tried to turn his hand around Shin's back, but the bud grenade couldn't do that.
-... I'm sorry.
Like always, I wanted you to laugh silly. I didn't want you to apologize.
Covered in bud grenades then, Shin said. He said he would regret it.
But now that it was all over, the bud grenades had no regrets. I do not regret that I have carefully deposited everything.
And yet I can't stop crying because everything's broken.
- I will never see you again. When this kid wakes up... yes, tell him...
Makoto, who left, will never come back.
If I were to throw it away anyway, I wanted it worn out and thrown away. As much as I hate Makoto.
There was no way I could convince myself to kiss gently at the end, apologize and sayonara.
I just couldn't forget about Makoto. Bud grenade's heart is trapped and he can't get out anymore.
But no matter how much you think, Makoto doesn't come back in front of the bud grenade.
"... I hate it"
Bury your face in the blanket. I can't stop crying over the scent of drifting prudence. I finally realized it, but it doesn't arrive prudently anymore.
Bud grenades hated Makoto.
Shin, who lies all the time, hated it, hated it, and loved it more than anyone else.
With the car prepared as Shin ordered, the bud grenade goes home. Once inside the warm house, Mariko greeted me gently.
In the morning, in the car of a boy student in La Fausto, I contacted him to take a break from school, so he shouldn't have contacted the house.
Bud Grenade was relieved by Mariko, who knew nothing, and decided to stay upstairs until it was dinner time.
As I tried to go up the stairs to my room, Kei, who cut up his room early, was waiting for the bud grenade to return.
"Bud Grey Sister"
"… gui"
Kei looks at the bud grenade and looks just a little relieved. By the looks of it, I was horrified to see a bud grenade that made no difference.
"I saw you go somewhere this morning with someone from La Fausto... worried"
That's how the bud grenade learns why Shin came to help then.
Kei, worried about the bud grenade, contacted Fengya and Shin came looking for the bud grenade after hearing from Fengya.
"I heard a senior call from a harp collector saying 'I'm fine'... I was relieved, but I'm really glad."
Even though I thought it was okay, I guess I was worried until I actually saw the bud grenade. Kei sits down on the spot and exhales loudly, "Good".
"Seniors, too, because I'm worried... call him, give him a call"
Kei gave him a smartphone, and the bud grenade lowered his brow and laughed. There was a windy number on the screen, and one tap would connect him to the phone.
"... yeah.... Hey, Kei."
"What?"
"Thank you for keeping your mother quiet."
Kei understands best that Bud Grey doesn't want to worry about Mariko or Heavy Ji. If it still mattered, I would have reported it. Kei had made a good decision about what to say and what not to say.
"... I'm the best at knowing about Sister Bud Grey."
That's what Kei says, get up.
Kei returned to his room with his smartphone in the bud grenade, and the bud grenade dropped it off and went back to his room.
Turn on the light and close the door. Taking a deep breath, the bud grenade hit Kei's smartphone in the ear.
Several calls. And I heard the wind and grace.
"Keikun! Hey, buddy, are you home?
Hearing the windy rush, the bud grenade unwittingly loosened his cheek. I'm sorry to bother you, but I was glad you were worried.
"... yeah. I'm home."
"Uh, buddy!? It's okay!? '
Asked louder than just now, the bud grenade replies "Yeah" short. The voice I laughed small would have sounded feisty over the smartphone.
"I got a call from Qin Zao Holy Night... that Kun Habara picked me up... really, were you okay?
Fengya's voice is serious.
And to that question, bud grenades are not immediately answered.
".................. I'm fine"
That said, the bud grenade held his own nose. The back of my nose stings and hurts. My body hurt more.
"... buddy?
"Take it easy, I'm sorry. I'm going to school tomorrow."
Without wanting to be more worried about the wind, the bud grenades fold the words. I didn't want to be asked what happened with Makoto.
Even if they ask, I can't answer them.
"buddy, are you sure you're okay? Hey, something for Kun Habara... '
"Nothing."
I don't want to say any more. My heart ached as I was torn apart, and the bud grenade crouched.
"Lotus Moon. See you tomorrow."
Ignoring Fengya's voice, Bud Grey hangs up the phone. I circled my body in a gymnastic seat. I wanted to take my uniform off before it wrinkled, but I didn't want to see my body.
I felt like I remembered Makoto when I saw him.
"I don't think you'll be all right... Mr. Hagiwara"
No one can tell you the truth about a tree spirit. There were many tear marks on my skirt.