About an hour before the ball began.
At the Nanhara family, Mariko's impressive voice sounded.
"Makoto, you're clever."
She looks just a little nervous and Mariko speaks that way. The gaze was pointed at Makoto's hand.
"Really? You should really ask the pros."
Smiling and humble Shin, the bud grenade stared half-eyed across the mirror. Makoto really wants to say "who is this guy" when talking to Mariko. Makoto and Shin were still curling their bud grenade hair in a cot while talking to Mariko like that.
Shin, who came to the Nanahara family in the time he had promised, changed his bud grenade to a dress, also put on bud grenade makeup, and is now wearing a hair set. I was really used to hand wrapping my bud grenade hair nicely.
Overall, roll your hair loose, knit the sides into three knits and tie them up for a half up. Hair fastening is a barretta with rose embellishments perfect for budding grenade dresses.
"... and perfect"
Shin puts his hand on his chin and stares satisfactorily at the finished lady bud grenade. The bud grenades in the mirror are very beautiful. The contents, of course, won't even match the daughters of every good house that looks like them.
"Bud Grey, she's so cute!
Mariko makes her eyes shine. When Mariko said she wanted to take a picture and went to the room to get the camera, the bud grenade twisted her neck to the side and looked up at Makoto. "What do you say?" She stared, "Shin grinned thinly.
"... the best"
Gently touch lips around bud grenade tweezers. I heard Mariko's nose over there.
Finish your preparations and head to La Faust School. By the time I got to school, I had already heard some fun music from the dance hall.
"It's busy, even though it hasn't started yet"
"No, it's already started"
Carefully told, the bud grenade blinks over and over again. From what Makoto had told me, the ball started at 7: 30. The current time is 7: 15. It should have been just in time to arrive 15 minutes ago.
"Uh, the real start time is 7: 00."
No more complaining. "Not again," the bud grenade held on to his forehead. But for once, I decided to ask why I faked the time.
"Is that it? Aren't you angry this time?
"Because I don't want to be tired here.... So why were you deliberately late?
Shin grinned hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
"Because it's more noticeable to be late.... when the door opens, everyone will turn around and see Nanahara."
Makoto stares at the door in front of him and raises his mouth angle. Almost all of La Faust's students are in here right now. All its gaze is poured into the bud grenade.
"Yes, I don't want to. It's another school, and I've been a student here before... even though there are elements that stand out"
'Cause I want you to stand out.
Makoto takes the bud grenade hand he's holding to his mouth.
"I'm proud of everyone.... so grand, proud"
Chuck makes a light noise and Makoto kisses his fingertips. Makoto laughing invincibly was regrettably cool and the bud grenade cheeks were reddish apart from the redness of the cheeks.
That's how the door opens. A loud opening noise echoes through the hall.
As Shin said, everyone turned this way. All of them looked at the bud grenade.
The dance hall plays quiet waltz music just to take the steps. But now no one cares about rhythm. All the dancers cared only about the beautiful girl next to Makoto.
"You see. … a great success"
Makoto shrugs and kisses the bud grenade cheeks to show off. That way, in an instant, the poor girl was told that she was Shin Habara's lover.
"Michihara-san!
"I hear complaints at the dance, huh?
Saying things are going well, Makoto deliberately seduces the students. There are lots of ladies who came in beautiful dresses just like bud grenades and got professional makeup and hair sets. But Makoto doesn't give a glance to any of the ladies. Your sons in tuxedos, just like Shin, were now blinded by bud grenades.
"Shin, Sama..."
I can hear the lady in shock. Shin, however, took the bud grenade to the center of the hall with a flat face like he could not hear the voice.
That's where the confident dancers behave in their own skill.
The place, where several groups stood until just now, is opened up with Makoto's appearance. No man can dance better than him in this school.
Not to mention Shin's tattoo on the other side.
"First, slow down"
In the midst of the noise, a quiet waltz that somehow is about to end. Makoto knew it and took steps to get used to it. The bud grenades also take the easy steps of one to three to go with it.
The sound of the piano began to disappear and the surrounding gaze gradually began to fall off. But like I said not to distract from that gaze, Makoto shouted.
Tanta tantan. Hit the tip of the shoe and the heel on the floor of the hall, making a bouncing sound like a finger snap. Then the music turned into a light rhythm, as if to go with it.
Bright music. It's...
"Don't fall, okay?
Makoto laughs invincibly. It reminds me of the day Shin and I first danced. The same song is playing now as then.
"... that way"
The bud grenade mimics Shin and sounds his heels.
Shin and I exchanged our gazes and moved intensely around the center of the hall to jump. The twirl rocks the red dress and the carefully tied hair dances.
The breath fit perfectly. I can see a lot more discreet movement than I did the first time. Feeling it with his heart, the bud grenade was discreetly depositing his own body.
The distant peripheral gaze returns again. Everyone gets nailed dance. Two of the picturesque looks dance so magnificent that they can't wake up to the painting.
"Is this as planned, too?
When the bud grenade asks with a little shortness of breath, Makoto also exhales into the small pieces and laughs, "Come on."
The bud grenade also laughed karakularly so as to tangle him in such a prudent laugh.
I also saw a bud grenade smile from the catwalk at the height of the dance hall. Watching that smile, I felt like I could even hear a laugh right around the corner.
"Is it fun not to? Dancing with Makoto."
Cheeks on the railings of the catwalk, Holy Night looking down the hall. I looked at the bud grenade with a smile of love.
He tells me he's absent from the ball. But I still wanted to see the sprouts at first sight, and this is how Holy Night came to hide.
The bud grenades that appeared with Makoto were as beautiful and adorable as Holy Night had expected.
"I still... like it"
Sadly I like bud grenades.
But the beautiful bud grenades that Holy Night stared at seemed happier than Holy Night had expected.
"Good for you, buddy."
I actually see it as a complete defeat. But I didn't feel like I had a choice if they were Makoto.
Because Shin Hagihara is a brilliant partner who has fulfilled all the wishes of Qinzo Holy Night under heaven.
The Holy Night laughed peacefully and followed the occasion.
The music in the dance hall sounds slight. When an hour and a half passed after attending the ball, the dancing tired bud grenades and Shin were in the lecture room a little further from the dance hall.
"Hey... Mr. Hagiwara"
Even though he said he got out to settle down and rest, Shin's actions were the opposite of the word "calm down".
The bud grenade is seated on a long, wide desk in the lecture room, and his hands are placed on the desk and covered so that Shin, who stands in front of him, pinches the bud grenade.
"What?"
Shin's hair touched her cheeks, and Shin held the shoulder of the bud grenade as the bud grenade twisted itself to its tickle. Makoto's exhalation falls on his neck muscles and forces his body into it.
"I'm tired, so let's take a break..."
"You'd be tired of just having a bud grenade dressed like this by your side and doing nothing"
Only that Makoto started calling his name did I know that the screw called his reason was starting to fly. With weird reasoning in his mouth, Shin sucked around the clavicle of the bud grenade.
"Ya......"
When I was embarrassed and the bud grenade turned away, the pink gold necklace I was wearing on my neck shook. Makoto touches that necklace with his fingertips, and now kisses it all over the dress line on his chest.
I have red marks, and I can't go back to the venue like this.
"... here, because I won't do it. But let me put my mark on it."
Makoto doesn't seem to really be able to afford to look like he's in a bit of a hurry, which worries me. The bud grenade slapped Shin's shoulder with a petite, sending him a signal.
"Are you okay......?
"What are you talking about? I'm about to get attacked."
Makoto lowers his eyebrows and laughs. Makoto is right, but I knew I was worried about Makoto and the bud grenade turned its arm around Makoto's neck.
"Nah...... Wait a minute, don't."
Shin rushes to strip the bud grenade's arm, but the bud grenade held Shin in his arms and didn't let him go.
"True...... let go. Otherwise... it's not a lot of jokes."
Makoto's tired voice in his ear. Shin's appearance of stuffed feathers was unusual, and the bud grenade's expression had loosened naturally.
Shin repeated his deep breath a few times, now laughing in self-derision as he was embraced by the bud grenade.
"... I danced, it was a mistake"
"Huh?"
"I don't want to let you go... it's terrible. But I want to catch you.... I think I'm gonna really screw it up"
Everything follows the scenario of prudence. A man in school looked at the bud grenade and blushed, looking jealously at Makoto. I singled out the bud grenades and danced as I immersed myself in superiority.
The only thing that derailed me from the scenario was Makoto's mind.
I wanted to do a breath-taking dance and do this all the time, and both bud grenades and Shin wished for each other that way.
Makoto sighs loudly and the bud grenade laughs unexpectedly.
"... what are you laughing at?"
"Oh, excuse me. But I don't know... happy."
"Huh? Did you hear exactly what I said?
The bud grenade arms loosen up and Shin leaves the bud grenade just a little. Still, I almost snuggled my body in, and I stared.
"'Cause I'm used to being horrible to Mr. Tsuhara."
The bud grenade laughs karakularly.
Makoto did something scattered and awful. Even if Makoto did something terrible to the bud grenade now, such a thing is only so trivial that it can't even count as "terrible".
"So at all... I'm not scared."
The bud grenade laughed lusciously and pressed her lips carefully. Shin's body tenses up and Shin tries to thrust the bud grenade. But the bud grenades knew how to connect Shin.
"... Shin,"
Open your mouth thinly and call it that. I left it to the atmosphere to mouth my name, but it smelled so bright that my heart was about to burst.
"Already... really... why are you calling me now?... I don't know."
Makoto's breath is rough. Shin is kissing with momentum that is likely to bite the bud grenade. The lips that were about to go away were already together without distance or anything.
"Shin,...... Shin, I like it. I really... like it"
Tears overflow. I'm not sad, I'm rather glad. I missed the time I could be with Makoto and he said he was obsessed and liked it.
"... idiot.... what more are you going to do with me?"
Wetting the tears of the bud grenade, Shin kisses the eyes of the bud grenade. The feverish gaze waited for this time again all the way from the day I first layered my body.
"... for one last memory... is this okay?
"... if you don't want to, you can stop, right?
Bud grenades try to imitate Shin's cliché. With a crying and unreliable nose, I can't imitate perfect prudence or anything. The right of initiative to be taken back immediately. But I only felt the bud grenade gripping for this moment.
Seeing a bud grenade laughing invincibly, Makoto glances and laughs.
"I won't stop. If you tell me to stop, I won't stop."
That's how the kisses we exchange were cancelled off by dancehall music.
A lighted lecture room. I can hear the graceful music. Memories of the temporary breakup I made there.
That's a secret between Shoots and Shin, just the two of us.