Library room at La Faust School.
Shin Habara is just one person, sitting there reading a book. The room is unusually quiet with just the sound of turning the page.
I haven't been close to the Secret Service lately. I hadn't even seen him for nearly a week on Holy Night.
There's no way I can see you.
Bud grenades chose themselves over Holy Night. That couldn't have happened.
- I like Mr. Hagiwara.
Remember that voice, its face, Makoto's hand stops. I sighed loudly and hit my forehead in the book.
My uniform pocket trembles and Makoto takes his own smartphone out of it. The screen indicating the incoming call said "School Security".
"Yes... Shinohara"
Makoto answers the phone in a slightly troublesome voice. The target is the guard in front of the gate. If there are any unscheduled visits, pick-ups, etc., they will be contacted from there.
"I need to see Master Hagiwara."
"... who?
"I'm a student at Lilong School."
That's what they said, Makoto let go of his smartphone. I rush back to fix the smartphone that slipped out of my own hand and hit my ear again.
For a moment, the face of the bud grenade floated. But I didn't think she was coming to see me.
I will never see you again. She said so, too, and I didn't think she'd disagree with that.
That's all I said. They absolutely hate me already.
That's what I think, and the question comes up next: "Then who is it?" But the answer to the question was immediately communicated over the phone.
"Really! I know Makoto Habara! Because if you tell me that Lotus Moon Fengya is here, I can tell!
"So please be quiet now that we are checking"
There's a guy on the other side of the phone screaming. And when he heard the man's name, Makoto narrowed his eyes.
"Um, Lady Tsuhara. Lotus Moon Fengya and you said '
"... I don't know"
Quietly, Makoto turned the page of the book in front of him.
"I don't know that one.... Just go home."
Makoto told him to cut it up and cut the call.
Final day of the final test at Lilong School. The test is over in the morning and the school is closed in the afternoon.
After lunch that day, there was a wind and elegance in front of the gates of La Faust School.
"I'm sorry, Master Tsubara can't follow you."
The guard tells you a little tired. Contrary to the words, Fengya shouted out loud.
"Really! Shin Habara needs me! Say your name and you'll see!
"I checked with Master Hagiwara, but he said," I don't know. "
"Ha ha!?
Fengya rounds her eyes at the guard's response. You can't know that. Because you can see that you deliberately refused, Fengya said, "Damn it!" I shouted in my heart.
"Please!
"So..."
"... what's the fuss, this is"
The car stopped in front of the gate as the wind was making noise. When I saw the car and the person with his face out the window, the guard's face was stretched out all at once.
"Ko, Master Qin Zao!!
All the guards in front of the gate are bowing their heads towards Qin Zao Holy Night.
The very supine air makes me nervous too. Seeing such an elegance, Holy Night glanced.
"This is... Lotus Moon Fengya from Lilong School. In a meeting with someone?
"... to Kun Tsuhara"
Fengya answers slightly reluctantly. The only thing I can think of is the person that Fengya will come to see, etc., rather that man.
The Holy Night seemed to know the answer and didn't show any surprise.
"Really? … then go to the car"
Holy Night signals the driver's seat and the car door opens. Amazingly elegant, Holy Night persisted in a gentleman's manner.
"I'll let Makoto see you."
"Ko, Master Qin Zao. Lady Tsubara said not to take after..."
"It must be some mistake. Or... can't you get my opinion?
Ask the guards about Holy Night with a true face. Starred by the Holy Night, the paled guard shook his neck wide beside him.
The opinion of Holy Night and prudence, if you want to put it on the balance, take the opinion of Holy Night. That's natural.
Fengya bows her head on Holy Night and gets in his car. And went into the grounds of La Faust School.
Even with caution reading the book in the library, the contact quickly turned around.
"The Holy Night...?
The guard tells him with all due respect that 'by the life of Master Qinzo, we have sent Li Long's students to school'.
I'm not willing to blame you for what you did on guard. It was just surprising that Holy Night put Lotus Moon Fengya through the school.
Hang up the call from security, Makoto releases his smartphone on his desk. It is also possible to escape the school without bowling to the Holy Night and the wind if you escape now.
But Makoto doesn't move from there. Wind Ya keeps chasing Makoto in those places. There was also a limit to continuing to avoid the Holy Night.
If this is the time to come anyway, you better get it over with.
Shin was laughing lightly as he sat in a seat in the library.
After a while, the library door opens. Behind the door, the wind and elegance were best seen, and from behind it there was a glimpse of the Holy Night.
"Kung Fu, Kung... Huh!
Seeing Makoto, Fengya flies toward Makoto. I grabbed Makoto's tie quickly and began to make a scene with the scan.
"I don't know! You ran away!
"I just said I don't know because I don't talk about it. Run away first. You're kidding, right?
Makoto answers in a feisty manner with a thin laugh. Such reasoning made the wind extra loud.
"You may not be here! I have so much to tell you!
Stunned straight by the wind, Makoto takes his gaze off him a little. At the end of Makoto's gaze, he kept his back in the library door, and Holy Night was dropping his gaze on the floor.
Makoto saw such a holy night and narrowed his eyes just a little.
"Talk, right. Let me ask you something. I know more or less what you want to talk about."
Turn your gaze back on the wind, Makoto tells you. When he looked spared and released his words, a wrinkle "wrinkle" stopped between Fengya's brows.
"... what did you do to Bud Grey?"
Fengya asked, reluctantly for a moment. At the edge of Makoto's sight, the Holy Night reacted slightly to that question.
"What, hey. When can I answer that?
Makoto doesn't break his kidding attitude. If you say it's like him, it's like him. But that attitude now made the wind extra irritating.
"Don't provoke me like that... if you know what I mean, don't tell me everything!
The roar of wind and grace echoes. Seeing the rugged face of Fengya doesn't make Makoto "Hiru" at all. I was laughing thinly the same way.
"If you ask that woman, it's early, but you ask me on purpose... Because he's not gonna say it, is he? You want to know what he doesn't want you to know?
"It's..."
Fengya clogs the words. If you name the bud grenade, it was easy to contain the wind elegance.
But it's not just the wind that's here.
"If I still want to know, will you tell me?
The voice of Holy Night reaches Makoto's ear. At that moment, the spare grin disappeared from Shin's face.
"That day...... Did something really happen with the bud grenade the day your brother took it?
Holy Night stares at Makoto and asks him quietly. Shin against was distracting himself from the Holy Night.
"He kept telling me... what does' sorry 'mean"
"... you mean as it is. About your brother on Holy Night."
You're lying to me.
Holy Night whispers Makoto's words.
When I looked up, the sad, distorted face of Holy Night appeared in Shin's sight.
Even if Holy Night wants the truth, Makoto must hide the truth through it. This truth hurts more about Holy Night than any lie.
Yet the easily floating lies do not leave Makoto's mouth.
"I know you like sprouts. Still... you know how to shy away from me"
No matter how twisted Makoto says, her thoughts on the bud grenade are special, and that special is nothing more than her thoughts on 'liking' her.
"Did Bud Grenade tell you to do what he liked? Did you shake it?"
So that's the only circumstance that hurts both Makoto and Shoot Grenade. That's all on Holy Night, but that's all I found out.
"I don't know what he thinks... because it's his mistake. So I just taught you that."
Makoto answers in a small voice. It was feminine to react to such prudent answers.
"Mistake? What's that? That's what you said, you shook about Bud Grey?
Fengya looked at Makoto with an incredible face. You'll never know what it's like to be discreet.
Even if it's a mistake, you don't know what it means to be confessed to a bud grenade and fu.
But more than that, there are things that the wind doesn't understand.
"What terrible way to pretend...... buddy will collapse that far?
If Makoto gave a good reason and legitimately waved about the bud grenade, the bud grenade should accept it properly.
I wouldn't do anything to distract you as close to breaking as I am now.
There must be nothing hard to keep a secret about what happened with Makoto.
The bud grenade hurt, the real reason is deeper.
Fengya spotted it. And Makoto resents Kazuya for spotting it.
"... a wound that will never go away, because I put it on"
Makoto says so, leaning down. I sighed loudly and put my hand on my forehead.
If you meditate on your eyes, you'll see the face of the bud grenade that day that looks painful. I held it so bad that I was going to break it, kissed it so many times, I couldn't contain my thoughts at all.
I'm sure even if I refused with words, my feelings were all conveyed to the bud grenades.
Yet, he escaped. I wanted to escape the disloyalty and guilt of betraying the Holy Night that tainted me about the bud grenades, and I also tried to forget all about the bud grenades.
I said I'd never see you again, and I really wanted to see you again. I've been dreaming about bud grenades ever since the day I made them my own.
Bud Grey came to see me and told me she liked herself and it was nice to have another kiss.
Wanting to take away the bud grenade thing, I returned the kiss with the idea of letting go of the bud grenade.
Yet again, his heart was filled with irrevocable guilt for the Holy Night, hurting the bud grenades with the lowest of words.
I wanted to be liked by the bud grenades above all, but above all, I refused.
"... you're sorry to me about the bud grenade?
The Holy Night asks discreetly in a dismal manner. Seeing Makoto, who still wouldn't look up, he was distorting his expression.
It's my fault. I'm sorry.
That's what Holy Night says and walks over to Makoto. I thrust the wind and grace standing near Makoto and banged the desk by Makoto.
"Take care of me, don't hurt me about the sprouts. Who wants such pity?... he chooses you either way if you don't care about me"
No matter how much Holy Night held back, the bud grenade ran to Makoto. No matter how Shin refused the bud grenade, the bud grenade did not run to the Holy Night.
Even if your thoughts on Makoto don't come true, bud grenades don't do anything to make you like Holy Night instead.
What Makoto is doing is not saving the feelings of Holy Night either. I'm just hurting even the feeling of bud grenades that make me happy.
"Still, if you do what you say for me... don't make me feel sorry for any more men"
Holy Night frees Makoto from the cage of himself this time. Without knowing it, Makoto was trapped in the cage of Holy Night.
But when I was liberated, there was no place for Shin to go outside the cage anymore.
"Oh, come on."
Makoto was laughing.
"Hurt me so much... he doesn't even like me anymore... I must have noticed"
Re-talking that I like it now, it won't arrive anymore. You won't believe me.
"So already..."
- It's not too late.
That's what Fengya said, discreetly giving up about the bud grenade.
When Shin turned his gaze to Fengya, he was staring at Shin with a face where Fengya was about to cry.
"I hate you so much... But Megumi is still waiting for you."
I also knew exactly what it felt like to be a bud grenade because of the breeze that I think of it.
"I'm waiting... I'm not counting on anyone"
Bud grenades don't grab anyone's hand. If you want to forget about Makoto, you can take someone's hand and override your new feelings.
But bud grenades don't. The reason was one.
"Still, if Kihara Kung doesn't move... I'll do everything in my power to take the buddy. I don't shy away from anyone because I like buddy grenades"
If Makoto's thoughts on the bud grenade are enough to shy away from others, Fengya will never lose.
"... Makoto"
Makoto and the intertwined gaze of the Holy Night are uncut and painful.
"I don't care about sprouts, I like them. But... I think you're important too."
Makoto stares and solidifies.
The word "important", first said on Holy Night, crept across my chest.
"Not for me anymore... move for yourself"
Quiet library. Each way I thought was different.
But before the three thoughts intertwined, there was the smile of a precious girl.