It's still dim in the room. Find the clock by hand and check the time.
4am. I also feel a little early to wake up.
But Holy Night got up as soon as I saw my own arm with the clock in my hand.
"... hung up"
The green misanga that was entangled in his arm was cut and loosely clumped around his Holy Night arm.
An important gift, from a bud grenade.
Even though I remember a tremendous sense of loss for it to have expired, Holy Night reminds me of the bud grenade when it gave me this misanga.
- They say that's what happens when you wear it with your wishes on it -
After that, I looked in the car and saw a sentence saying that my wish would come true when this misanga ran out.
"... did it come true?
That's what I say, Holy Night laughs with my nose.
At present, the wishes of the Holy Night have not been fulfilled. I don't even know if it's likely to come true.
I don't pepper something like a wish, but I still expect just a little.
"About studying abroad... I could have said it right"
I'm always worried about the bud grenade in the corner of my head.
The bud grenades have already returned from school trips, and a few days have passed. By now, are you sleeping in the bed of the house?
With that in mind, Holy Night drinks the water I kept beside my bed.
"I went to see her a few days ago, and I heard her voice."
I bothered to intrude on my school trip and was worried about the bud grenade even when I got back over here, and thanks to Makoto calling me, I could hear my voice.
Even though it hasn't been that long since then, the heart of Holy Night has been disturbed.
Point your gaze under the bed and you'll see a raggedly thrown away pageant picture.
Around the age of the Holy Night. It was close to a time when I really needed to think about my fiancée. It's just better if the house doesn't decide on its own fiancée, but I'm sick of matchmaking pictures that can still be sent on as if to limit it.
When I took the smartphone, there was a message that would have arrived during the night.
Are you coming to school tomorrow?
"Holy Night."
"Don't pack it up, okay?
It was a message from Makoto. It's not like I haven't put my face in school enough to worry about.
It's just that I was actually chased to work for almost a week and I couldn't even get in touch with Makoto.
"... overstuffed, you do it too"
Shin himself, too, is busy now.
Deciding to walk by the bud grenade on his own, Shin returned to the Habara family.
I was originally by my side for the Hagihara family. No matter when Makoto leaves by the Holy Night anymore, it's not weird.
So I was honestly relieved that the Holy Night would still speak out of concern like this.
But I don't know how long that peace of mind will last.
"I wonder if I'll be alone again"
Holy Night mocked herself, speaking to herself not even seemingly.
I don't like the hassle of tying up houses, the pageant.
I feel like I can turn my back on my trusted partner one day, too, and I'm scared.
And my dear child, he's about to travel.
Whether you're told you're coming back again or you're going to line up next door, there's nothing but anxiety and loneliness on this Holy Night.
"... all my wishes come true"
Holy Night throws up like that, while taking care of the threaded misangas.
I couldn't throw away just a scrap of yarn, even though I no longer needed to keep it.
"Soon though... if I could see you. Yep."
Even if my wish didn't come true, it was really just yarn, because it was the bud grenade that gave it to me, and that alone was more important than any treasure for Holy Night.
Returning from his school trip, the bud grenades had handed out Hokkaido souvenirs to his family to blossom into the souvenir story.
Having talked to a lot of friends until midnight, a lot of things happening with everyone on the board, and the last night.
Bud grenades tell lots of fun memories. Both Reiji, Mariko and Kei looked happily at such bud grenades and listened to the story.
"A school trip? I miss you."
"Where did your father go?
When Bud Grey inquired, Seiji began to talk about his memories of his school trip.
"We were in Okinawa around the fall. The sea is beautiful and the food is good.... Oh, yeah"
Shigeji snapped like he remembered something and loosened his cheek muscles funny.
"What did you do?
"Ha, that's not a lot of talk. However, when it comes to school trips, I'm impressed with Tojo."
Seiji is a public high school and Tojo is La Fausto.
When the bud grenade tilted his neck wondering why Tojo would talk, Seiji explained to me as he rubbed his jaw for fun.
"There's always a clear attitude to Tojo... he seemed to envy our school trip and he was plain obstinate.... but remember when the garment gave the souvenir a key holder for Cesar, he said he was probably in a good mood."
As I say I can't get over it, Shigeji laughs at Guerraggera.
Tojo is a very calm and grown-up image. Aside from the memorabilia of Shigeji, Megumi, Mariko and, of course, Kei express their surprises on their faces.
"I think I bought him a souvenir too, and he'd be so happy."
"But it's really not a big deal..."
"The garment you gave me is also your local keyholder, right?
Still, they were more valuable to Tojo than anything expensive.
The bud grenade's heart only warmed a little when he could hear his parents' friendly stories.
The bud grenade back in the room falls asleep on the bed.
When I think back to the school trip I enjoyed, my cheeks loosen naturally.
I feel the loneliness of the end of my school trip and the time of my breakup to start approaching, but now I felt happier than that.
"When I give you a souvenir... will you also listen to memorabilia from my school trip"
I also want to talk to Tojo. I want to tell you that I was able to make proper pleasant memories. And I'd also like to hear memorabilia from Tojo, like I just heard from Heavy Ji - that's how I thought, Bud Grey closed his eyes.
Close your eyes and think back to Heavy Ji's story.
Imagine Tojo happily receiving what he had received from the garment, and I pictured them both happily ever after.
Tojo cherished a small gift from the garment - understanding the fact with his head, Fu Shouguai opens his eyes.
"... Mr. Qinzo"
In the summer, Holy Night still wears the misanga I gave in return for my birthday present. Holy Night was important to me, even though it wasn't really a big deal, it wasn't strange to be abandoned, it wasn't even a gift.
I realize that I've already had a similar experience myself, and the bud grenade feels somewhat illuminated. But I'm so glad you're taking care of what I gave you.
"Was your mother happy, too"
I wonder what Tojo thought when he saw him carrying a keyholder.
Bud grenades don't have memories with grenades.
So I can only talk about the garment in images I hear from Shigeji and Mariko.
Still somewhat of a "cute guy," he floats as the garment looks at Tojo and laughs.
I'm sure it was because the emotions I now had on Holy Night were like that, Bud Grey was convinced by himself.
"I hope I didn't push you"
Even when I made the call during the trip, I seemed busy as ever.
I feel like I'm stuffing my job again and I'm just a little worried.
"I should have taken some pictures of you with Akizo..."
Stuff and twinkle as you look at the digital camera pictures in your hand.
The photos with the officers are taken by Laila a lot, and there are a lot of photos with the classmates on this digital camera.
But I forgot to take pictures of Holy Night and Makoto.
Without having to photograph it, I wanted to keep one memory with them clearly and without lacking, in the head of the bud grenade, but in shape properly.
"I hope to see you again as soon as I'm over here"
Looking at the glittering bracelet on his desk, the bud grenade told him to talk.