Then, a few days. Though the relationship with Shotaro is still not completely repaired, thanks to the care of Shotaro and the others, the irresistible air had been wiped out.
Next week is a week before the test and the student council is closed. It was a bud grenade that I felt somewhat of a load on my shoulder, but now another important event was imminent.
"Do bud grenades give officers chocolate?
Lunch break, Maiko asked the bud grenade as she checked out the Valentine's Day feature on her smartphone.
Valentine's next Monday.
The only person I give you every year is my family. Only gave it to Maiko for the first time last year. That's why I didn't even have to put in a special mood, but there are a lot of people I'd like to give you this year.
Nonetheless, bud grenades had yet to decide to whom they would give or what they would make.
"Uh... yeah. I want to give it to you because I'm looking after you."
That's how I crush it, reminds me of it. I'm very worried about whether I can give it to you in its current state.
But this is day to day gratitude. I decided to reopen that it was the only time I was pushed back, and I still want to give it to all the officers.
And then there's my family and everyone in group F. And -.
"You want me to give it to both of you?
As if I had guessed the idea of bud grenades, Maiko would say so at the right time.
After I was surprised and shook my body bikly, the bud grenade smiled hahahahahahahaha.
"If I could see you, I'd give it to you. 'Cause you're gonna be busy, and I'm not gonna see you very well."
"That's the trouble with other schools. I mean, well... sometimes they're the ones."
Maiko looked away, then turned his gaze back on Fufu Bud Grenade and looked at him Zui.
"Maiko?
"You don't have to be far away, do you? I don't like it if I can't talk like I do right now."
From now on, the bud grenades will follow the same path as the Holy Nights. In response to such budding grenades, Maiko says to me, 'Let's keep up the good work'.
I was glad to see Maiko, who seemed only slightly illuminated, and the bud grenade smiled and nodded cocklessly.
"Valentine's next week."
After school, the student union finishes and walks slowly home. Next to the bud grenade, there was a white exhaling wind.
"Lotus Moon is amazing this year. Langtang-kun told me it was tough last year."
"Haha...... but this year, a lot's happened and I don't think it's as good as last year"
Fengya smiles bitterly with her head on. Are you remembering last year, or thinking about what 'a lot' means? He looks like an awkward face against the bud grenade, so it's probably the latter.
"But because I'm Lotus Moon now, there are a lot of people who like me."
There were plenty of people who liked the old wind. So some people may not like the current wind and elegance now that they can properly say no.
But some people will like the current wind and elegance again. Rather, I had also heard rumors from my classmates that a woman who had not previously been a fan of Kazuya had become a fan of Kazuya.
Because I think the bud grenade itself is much cooler than the old wind grenade today.
"If Bud Grey could like me, I'd feel confident in myself that I'd be super cool"
"Everybody tells you you're cool?
"It has to be Bud Grey"
Fengya said that without shame. The bud grenades were able to recieve the word because they were so elegant. The truth is, it's not a good word to read.
"That's why, buddy."
"Hmm?
"Chocolate for me, please"
Stop. Fengya offers her hand as she lowers her head to the bud grenade.
With an overly inward-looking favor in front of me, the bud grenade blew out a puff.
"Why are you laughing!? I'm serious!
"Too serious. You get a lot of it, but you're okay with me giving it to you?
"How many times do I have to tell you, buddy! He said everything that Bud Grey gives me is special!
Fengya holds the hand of the bud grenade as she turns her canvas. That's how I grabbed it.
"Please"
I remember how much Kazuya said no, but I'm sure Kazuya would receive all the chocolate that fans would give me. And I'll eat you right no matter how much.
I know that, and handing over the chocolate will be a burden to the wind. Even though I knew that, the bud grenades didn't want to say no to it.
Bud grenades also want to give Kazuya a "thank you" chocolate.
"Yeah, I was asked"
No more feelings, though I can't get in.
Bud grenades had yet to realize the cruelty of such their own actions.
Bud Grey looked at the confetti making book he had been looking at during the cultural festival, thinking it was time to go to bed, etc.
What the schoolgirl gives you must be a classic. So should we at least have something a little elaborate when we think about what we all never get tired of?
With that in mind, the bud grenade turns the confectionery book in pieces.
That's how a few minutes later, the electronic sounds I've heard a lot lately rang.
The bud grenade was left on the desk. Take it and sit back on the bed.
Pressing the call button displayed on the LCD, the bud grenade pressed the phone deposited from Holy Night against his ear.
"Hello."
'Sorry to be late at night.... Have you been to bed yet?
The caller, of course, is on Holy Night.
He greets me like he cares for bud grenades from the outskirts. It's a little emotional, considering it's an impossible sight if you're related to your old self and Holy Night.
"I was just thinking about going to bed if I didn't."
"Well, you could have called me. Go to sleep."
Holy Night comes to me with a satisfying voice. The voice of the Holy Night is brighter than it was this other day when we met.
Since the day I was given this phone on Holy Night, I hear from you every day. I know you're busy, but it seemed like Holy Night made it a routine to call the bud grenades.
I felt like Holy Night was getting better day by day, although sometimes I only spoke a little bit.
Each other, we don't have much to talk about. Holy Night brings me all the "what happened today" questions, like a guardian.
Especially on a day that has never changed, the call is over as soon as the conversation is over.
But there was a topic today that could be developed just a little bit.
"It's Valentine's Day next week, so there's a lot of talk about it at school, and I've been thinking about what to make until just now."
'Oh, is that the time of year?... Making it? Well, in your case, it's worse than buying it. "
Holy Night becomes self-completing as I inquire. And after creating a contemplative silence of something, the Holy Night spoke out again.
"Give it to them."
"To everyone in the student council, I plan to give it to you. Even today when I'm home with Lotus Moon..."
"Sprout."
In a blatantly grumpy voice, Holy Night called the name of the bud grenade.
Even though I'm grumpy, I'm not angry with the bud grenade. Voices like that.
So the bud grenade replies "yes" on Holy Night across the phone with a troubled face.
"What about me?
"To?"
"What that dumb voice. Will you give it to me? You're asking. Do it. '
"Oh, no... I don't know"
I understand the intent of the question properly. It's just that when they say it directly on Holy Night, they eat it.
"Do you want it?
Of course, I'm willing to give it to you from the beginning. It just left me with the question of whether I had time to give it to you.
Neither is this question intended to stir up or try the Holy Night for bud grenades.
'Do it for granted.... really dull and angry.'
"... su, sorry"
"You know what I mean."
"... haha"
Misleading with laughter, Holy Night exhales a loud sigh.
But as I got back on my mind, I kept talking.
"The day after tomorrow... Come to my room on Sunday"
"Huh?"
Give me the chocolate. I don't care if you make it in my room.
Holy Night schedules on its own.
There is still resistance, albeit often alone in the Holy Night and in the room.
That's why the bud grenade tries to argue.
'Cause I'm looking forward to it'
The bud grenade accidentally shut his mouth because the Holy Night spoke with an extraordinary bright voice.
"And time is running out.... too soon. But you're not going to sleep anymore."
"... does Mr. Qinzo still work now?
"The usual. I'll sleep properly when I'm done, and don't worry about it. Yeah. '
Holy Night takes the lead so that the bud grenades don't care.
If I didn't make the call, I'd be able to work for it and get some sleep. The Holy Night is the first to seal the words of such bud grenades.
'When I heard your voice, I got better. Helpful.'
Quote, I'm going to say this.
Not that I'm not happy, but words that are too gentle make bud grenades anxious.
This tenderness is a testament to trust from the Holy Night.
And he's too kind, he said.
Though I had been thinking about it for a long time, I started to get in touch with Holy Night in this way, and the idea was getting bigger in my bud grenade head.
"I can't, please don't"
"Oh. Here, good night."
"... good night"
Hanging up the call, the bud grenade fell into bed with Patan.
Take a deep breath looking away from the dazzling lights.
The next day the Holy Night stayed in the bud grenade room, there was a slight scent of the Holy Night from the bed. But now, I don't smell that anymore.
"Something's weird... me"
I have myself searching somewhere for the scent of Holy Night.
Shaking his head to shake off that embarrassment, the bud grenade closed his eyes.