"If you are unwilling to answer any of the feelings of Holy Night, don't see Holy Night anymore"
Even after I got home, the bud grenade had been thinking back to Makoto's words.
"Answer or nothing... I didn't say anything to Mr. Qin Zao..."
But I couldn't say "no". If you think about it that way, there are a lot of things that have been said or deceived that are similar.
"... I wonder if I'd rather not see you"
The chocolate that I made while still feeling complicated, I didn't know what it tasted like myself, and the beginning and end of getting Mariko to make sure.
If it's like this, I'd rather not give it to you.
Forced to look for a reason not to see him and tell himself that, Bud Grey was holding the phone he borrowed on Holy Night.
This is the first time I've called from myself.
After a few calls, the call connects. The first thing I heard was a faint voice of Holy Night, like a surprise and stuck in my throat.
Did you lose it? He said he'd call from you. '
"Sorry I'm busy"
'Yeah, I was just about to call you. So, what's up?
When I hear the kind voice of Holy Night, all the words that were in my head until just now disappear into the corner of my head.
"Um... tomorrow"
"Oh. What time are you coming? Pick me up."
"That, what... chocolate, I failed"
'... hey, even you fail or something. But if I make it at home, yeah. Well, it doesn't have to be chocolate. Yeah.'
"Huh."
Unexpectedly, my voice goes out. No more excuses left to say no to bud grenades.
And such bud grenade agitation was instantaneous, and it was also transmitted on Holy Night.
Don't tell me you don't want to see me.
It was like joking, a word spinned in a light way. The Holy Night must have been "different," he said, waiting for the bud grenade to answer in a troubled voice.
But that was the star, and the bud grenade could not take up the lie immediately on the spot.
'... what? Really?'
"Uh, not that I don't want to see you, but that..."
"Going Now"
"Huh?"
"I'm going to your house now"
The low voice of the Holy Night quietly reaches my ear. As much as I really came to see you last time. As it is, Holy Night comes to the house for real. The bud grenade was in a hurry, stopping the Holy Night.
"But it's too late."
The time is much slower than the last time the Holy Night came. Coming in the middle of the night is just annoying to the Heavy Gifts. That's what you thought, Holy Night struck my tongue, and you stopped moving now.
"Tomorrow, I'll pick you up. If you don't want to come to my house and tell me, even your house. Yeah...... meet me anyway '
There is no veto on bud grenades. To his own stupidity a few minutes ago, the bud grenades hold his head.
With no excuse whatsoever, the call was cut off.
"What are you doing... me"
As I was saying on the phone, before noon the next day, Holy Night came to pick up the bud grenades in my accompanying car.
Early in the morning, an email had been sent with a proper word, 'I'll pick you up around 11: 00', and the bud grenades were ready to go along with that.
In the car, Holy Night uttered no words, neither did the bud grenade look at each other. I looked out the window in a grumpy manner, and the appearance was only slightly similar to the Holy Night when we met.
After a few dozen minutes, I finally made it to the Holy Night room.
"I will grandpa..."
In a tremendous amount of awkwardness, bud grenades enter the room to be led to the Holy Night.
And as soon as the bud grenade entered the room, the Holy Night shut the key to the room in a gutter.
"Huh..."
"What. Always close it."
Indeed, it always is. But usually, I felt like there was a little more time. If you say you think too much, maybe you do.
It is true that I am more aware of the Holy Night than usual because of awkwardness or because of Makoto's words.
"So was yesterday's call. It's suddenly weird, you."
Holy Night frowns and touches the shoulders of bud grenades. A budding grenade's back hit the front door wall.
"... excuse me. Really, because it's nothing."
"Is there nothing?"
Shoulder swayed slightly by Holy Night, bud grenade gaze tangled with Holy Night's gaze. The face of Holy Night was nearer than I thought, and the bud grenade turned away his face aggressively.
"What?... Really, what?... Now, this is crazy."
Really, now.
Even before, I have spent the Holy Night and this sense of distance.
And yet now I'm conscious, embarrassed, and I feel bad about myself like that.
Without being able to help the reddening face, the bud grenade bit his lip with his face facing down.
"... cautiously, did they say anything?
I guess that's all I could think of. Think a little and you'll see.
If we can change Bud Grenade's attitude to Holy Night, he is the only person most reasonable to know about Holy Night.
In response to that question, bud grenades answer nothing. Now, whatever I answered, I didn't feel like it was going to be a lot of things.
"Hey buddy..."
The Holy Night's smartphone rang like it would help such a bud grenade.
Looks like a work call, and Holy Night can't ignore it either, away from the bud grenade and hitting the smartphone in the ear.
In that gap, the bud grenade moved to escape from the front door to the living room.
I just moved, and this is the Holy Night Room. There is no place for budding grenades to unwind.
What shall I tell you when the Holy Night returns? With that in mind, the bud grenade was stopping his gaze in the corner of the room.
There was a pile of documents compiled with strings to be discarded and a good quality platform stacked in the same way next to it.
My body was moving to you on its own, even though I knew it wasn't something I should have seen on my own.
"We've got a lot of pageants coming up."
Makoto's words yesterday turn my head.
I grabbed one of the cluttered stacked plates and slowly opened it. Then there's a pretty lady beautifully dressed, as the bud grenade expected.
All the stuff stacked under here, too, matchmaking pictures.
"... what a rare photo of a pageant."
Holy night when I finished calling, I was coming to the living room.
Holy Night looks abominable and gazes at the matchmaking pictures to be the hands of bud grenades.
I walked over to the bud grenade and Holy Night took that picture from the bud grenade.
"... you're a beautiful person"
"I don't know. Look at the pictures properly."
The Holy Night answered nicely and returned the pageant photo to its original mountain, as he said he was not interested.
"But don't be reminded by the people in the main house..."
"Oh. Let it stick, even critical. Yeah, come on, Mommy Wagama, it's time to really clear up the burns."
The Holy Night said quietly and looked down about the bud grenade.
You're supposed to be angry about a series of bud grenades words and deeds, but still your gaze toward bud grenades is sweet.
"Be careful, what did they say?"
"... nothing"
"Did they tell you to clear me up or something?
The bud grenade distracts his gaze from the Holy Night so as to escape that inquiry as well. But the Holy Night did not go on with the words, waiting for the bud grenade to respond.
To a painful silence, it was the bud grenade that became intolerable.
"... there's nothing to be clear about."
Now I can still pretend not to realize how Holy Night feels. Makoto told me, in retrospect of the attitude of Holy Night, that you have noticed the thoughts of Holy Night so painfully now relative here, that the bud grenades were still searching for a way out.
"Me and Akizo are just..."
"Like it."
Holy Night easily blocks that escape route.
Without any hesitation, as a matter of course, the Holy Night told the bud grenades.
It's supposed to be a fresh word, but that word gets familiar to my ears, as if I've heard it dozens of times already.
"I like you. I've never seen anything but you again."
Hands were drawn on the Holy Night, and the bud grenades were embraced by him.
"If there's still a chance that you'll turn around... I'll wait for you until it's critical. No matter how painful or hard it is, it doesn't matter for you."
The thoughts of the Holy Night are conveyed straight, and the bud grenade breasts are smeared. Now I know why Makoto came all the way out here to advise you.
As it is, bud grenades will hold back the Holy Night and keep it from moving forward.
"Oh no... you can't"
"Then be mine."
The hand of Holy Night touches his cheek, and the face of Holy Night approaches.
Instinctively, the body perceived what it would do, and the bud grenade had his lips blocked with both hands aggressively.
"... eh"
A slight voice leaks from the mouth of the Holy Night. unspeakable, like swallowing something, voice.
The bud grenades who refused to kiss could not look directly at the face of Holy Night.
"So much, I don't like it?
In a quiet inquiry on Holy Night, the bud grenade shook his neck to the side.
The real feeling of bud grenades is just to vaguely bind the Holy Night again. Though I know so, the bud grenades were telling on Holy Night.
"By Mr. Qin Zao, he wants to stay... I think I'm going to be on his side. But I don't think I like that."
Holy Night has always been a "dependable friend" for budding grenades. It was yesterday today, and I don't have any immediate feelings to be aware of.
Though there may be things to be aware of and like from now on, it's still far from that feeling.
"Then you don't have to like it"
Unexpected words, bud grenade guards loose.
Seeing that gap, Holy Night grabbed the hand of the bud grenade, which was blocking his mouth, and kissed the bud grenade as it was.
"Oh, yeah, Akizo..."
I want to resist, but I can't power it well. No, I knew for myself that the bud grenades were probably almost unwilling to resist.
Because if you really don't like it, you could have done anything to push it off or bite your lips.
I didn't hate the kiss I was forced to do from Holy Night.
"By your side, whoa"
The moment his lips left, Holy Night told him to exhale.
"I promise you'll stay with me forever, even if you don't feel the same way about me."
The face of Holy Night is distorted by bitterness.
I'm not crying, but my voice is shivering so much that I'm about to cry out now.
"If you say you don't like hanging out with me, you don't hang out with me. Yeah. Still, if you stay by my side the whole time... I don't want any more."
Too powerful to hold a bud grenade hand, so painful.
"You don't have to like it. I won't even tell you to like it...... If that's what you think you want to be by my side... stay by my side the whole time. I promise I'll take care of it."
You can't even say no because you've been hit with so many feelings.
"You give me your word, too. Stay with me the whole time."
Might be sloppy.
But if that feeling alone allows me to stay by my side. The bud grenade nodded small.
Seeing the bud grenade answer, Holy Night opens its eyes wide open.
And happily, I slowly lowered my eyes. Put on a happy face that no one can worship except the bud grenade.
"Oh... really, I like it. I'm afraid it's a dream."
It's not what I like. But the bud grenade thought it was a pleasure to see what a happy Holy Night looked like.