The test was carried out in full condition in order to fulfill the promise made.
I spent more time studying and reviewing every corner during the test than usual.
Absolutely fine.
Along with that certainty, the bud grenades completed the last test to be taken at this school.
On the day of the final day of the test, the bud grenades headed to the Holy Night room with their feet at the end of school.
Have the autolock unlocked and the bud grenade stands in front of the door of the Holy Night room. Again, trying to ring the intercom in the Holy Night room, the door opened before the bud grenade fingers touched it.
"Huh..."
"It's been a week and a little while ~. Welcome to the Holy Night Room."
Loose speech and light nori. Of course, it wasn't the Holy Night that invited the bud grenades.
"Mr. Hagiwara..."
"Ugh, what's that, disgusting face?"
With the door open, Makoto is laughing with pleasure at Kerakera.
Apparently Makoto was also here to visit at Holy Night's house.
"Well, thank you"
It's like being a landlord.
If the real landlord sees it, he'll be slapping him in the head right away.
"Um..."
"If it's Holy Night, I'm in the shower. I worked till morning, and I just woke up."
Apparently it came at a time when Holy Night was busy. When I checked yesterday, he said, "I'll wait."
That also seems to be Holy Night, so bud grenades can only lower their brows.
Through prudence, the bud grenade rises to the Holy Night room.
Heated and warm in the room. The bud grenade took off the coat and muffler he was wearing and put it where it was appropriate.
"Just fine. I wanted a cup of coffee, so make it. Holy Night will be out soon, for three ~"
Shin does not hesitate to order from the bud grenades that have just come to the room.
The bud grenade sighed, but went to the kitchen without complaining.
Although I feel comfortable using someone else's house kitchen on my own, the kitchen in this room is already familiar because Holy Night also makes them brew coffee whenever sprouts come.
"Oh, yeah. I got Nanahara-chan's chocolate from Holy Night.... thanks."
In the Holy Night room, when I rebuilt the chocolate of Holy Night, I finally made Makoto's share, and had it handed to me on Holy Night.
While I was slightly impressed by Makoto's honesty in thanking me, the bud grenade removed the cup from the shelf.
"No... sorry I can't give it to you directly"
"It's true. I saw him the day before."
"… I withdraw the preamble"
"Ha, get angry. than that......"
Makoto makes sure he faces the bud grenade over the kitchen and stands.
With an emotionally unreadable smile on his face, he said in a bright voice.
"Like I said, you picked the right Holy Night thing?
"... it's not because Mr. Tsuhara told me to."
"Oh yeah?
Makoto points his probing gaze at the bud grenade.
I wanted to be by the Holy Night, I thought. But I came to promise it the Holy Night because there was a word of prudence.
Makoto is right, but I was somewhat dissatisfied to thank him.
"Well, either is fine. Don't worry if you become Holy Night's."
Makoto closes his eyes and exhales in relief.
As if about himself, Makoto rejoiced in the happiness of Holy Night.
But only for a little while, the smile seemed lonely, and the bud grenade was trying to speak up discreetly.
"Minotaur..."
But from another direction, another voice was scuffed to block the bud grenade's voice.
"Shin, what a mess you were talking about earlier. Ulu......"
After a shower, I wiped my body with a towel, and Holy Night appeared over here.
He still thought Makoto was the only one, and on Holy Night he looks surprised to see the bud grenade.
"What, you were already here? Hey, Shin. If the bud grenades are here, tell me."
"Well, praise me for letting you through without being away."
"Of course not.... and ah..."
After complaining carefully, Holy Night quietly leaks his voice.
The bud grenade remained distracted from the Holy Night, listening only to his voice.
That's also what I have to do, keep my upper body naked on Holy Night. The lower body is also dressed in a truly ruffled manner.
I guess Holy Night noticed that too.
"Bad. I'll get dressed"
That said, Holy Night hurried back to the bathroom.
As the footsteps of Holy Night disappeared and the bud grenades exhaled loudly, Makoto began to laugh at Kerakera as if he had seen something funny.
"... what is it"
"Huh? 'Cause you're used to seeing Holy Night naked already, aren't you? And yet you're shy and disappointed, because you're funny."
Makoto laughs when he says he sounds stupid. But the bud grenade tilted his neck, not knowing what it meant.
"I've never seen him naked before."
"... what?
"No... 'Cause you never get to see it"
"The opportunity to see, you're dating Holy Night, right?
Makoto asked that, and Bud Grey guessed what Makoto was trying to say.
The matter itself is embarrassing and the bud grenade cheeks fade lightly.
"Well... I don't think it's been 'dating' or anything,"
"What? You said you chose the Holy Night."
"I promised to be by your side on that... Holy Night."
The last time I came to this room, I practiced many times but couldn't get used to calling them out, and I managed to get them to give in. The way I called them "Holy Night Kun".
Again, that, too, sounds unfamiliar and swoops.
"... about Holy Night, even though I'm starting to call you by name?
"That's... that's what they made me practice these days..."
"But you're not dating, are you?
That's how, when you're directed and asked, even bud grenades want to lean their necks.
I felt that the behavior I was doing was no different than that of a couple.
"I'm almost in the same condition as I'm dating... and you keep Holy Night? I don't know. Are you sure there's nothing? You just kissed me."
Do you like talking about this hand? Makoto will ask the next question.
The pair of bud grenades were blushing more and more at unfamiliar stories.
"That's... just once, a lot of things."
"Once!? You're lying, seriously! Is that really Holy Night? It can't be that Holy Night doesn't do anything in front of a woman you like. Ha ha... hey!
With a laugh, Makoto slowly turns his face aside.
Then, the appearance of Holy Night, which was about to hit Makoto in the head, entered the view of the bud grenade.
"Don't say anything extra to the bud grenade, idiot"
"Huh. If Holy Night would just shut up and watch, I'd teach Nanahara how to please Holy Night."
"I'm just so happy that the bud grenades are by my side. Extra help.... Go home now"
Holy Night writes grumpy on his face and complains discreetly. But Makoto even seems to enjoy it and doesn't try to go home.
"I need to do something right, too."
"... what"
"Message from the school director to attend the ball ~"
"Refuse.... so go home"
On the occasion of the Holy Night, when I received my bud grenade brewed coffee, I sat down on the couch. Then sit next to the bud grenade and touch the pompom and sofa like that.
"What, you want me to sit down? Holy Night is cute..."
"I'm really going to kill you..."
"Ha... Mitsuhara-san, have a coffee, too"
Bud grenades are to be broken into holy nights and majesty, and carefully serve coffee cups. Makoto then laughed satisfactorily "Thanksgiving" and vice versa, the Holy Night further darkened the wrinkles between the brows.
"Well, jokes aside. I know Holy Night doesn't attend the ball every year... Nanhara's here this year, and you can go with her. Nanhara-chan managed to tell me."
"... dancing, is it La Faust?
"So. to deepen the intimacy between the students of the school. … so I want you to join me on Holy Night, the face of the school. Well, the Holy Night's been pushing out and I haven't been in."
"I won't be joining you this year because of Saya.... Who's having fun and not dancing with boring women?"
Blur with Holy Night pointing your lips. I hate dancing on Holy Night.
Perhaps that's why you don't attend the ball. If it was just a party, I might have listened to Holy Night.
"Please. Until I say Holy Night, I don't get a lot from the school director. Seriously."
"I don't."
"... yep. Because of this, it's your chance to see Nanahara-chan's shiny face."
"What?"
"It's a party, so I'm gonna have to ask? You can see Nanahara, the Holy Night lover, right? You can be proud of yourself."
That can't change Holy Night's opinion. And I thought, contrary to the expectations of bud grenades, the Holy Night looks like it is even in the middle of nowhere.
"You... you want to go to the ball?
Holy Night is like entrusting a choice to a bud grenade, he asks.
To be honest, I don't want to get involved with La Faust School. So I don't want to go one way or another, but the intimidating "tell me you want to go" gaze from the side hurts.
If I said "I don't want to go," I don't know what I'd be doing.
"Haha, I'm interested. Because of you."
Totally bar-read.
But I had no choice but to say that the bud grenade wanted to go, and Holy Night spoken, and if it was a glimmer of rejection, I decided to participate in the ball.
"Ha ha, you look like Nanhara"
Makoto still enjoys the Holy Night's behavior, even as he looks at me like I'm telling him to do it.
And I started going home because I was really done with my business.
"Are you leaving now?"
"What? You want me to stay?
"You're interrupting."
"Nanhara-chan asked me."
I guess I thought Holy Night would get genuinely grumpy no more. Makoto laughed with Kerakera and headed to the front door.
"See you later."
Leaving a light greeting, Makoto left the Holy Night room.
When Makoto leaves, the bud grenade sighs loudly as tiredness pushes in.
"The loud one's finally home. I'm sorry you're here."
Holy Night cares about bud grenades and gives me that voice. When the bud grenade shook his neck to the side, he gave a soft grin.
"You finished the test?
"Yes, we're safe"
"… salutations"
"Oh, uh... yeah"
Holy Night is a troubled face to a bud grenade that will soon return to its salutation if you are not conscious. He sees a bud grenade that he honestly tries to fix though, and he looks happy somewhere.
"Then I can call you back from today. Yeah?
The inquiry felt as if he was saying, "I've always wanted to, but I've been patient". I'm somewhat happy with that, and the bud grenade smiles and nods.
"Even so, it's a ball. I really hate it."
"... dance, don't you want to dance?
"Bye. But more than that, the ones who come closer because they put up intimacy are loud.... I really don't like them."
Holy Night narrows his eyes. With a slight shadow in his eyes, the bud grenade clouded his expression worryingly.
But Holy Night immediately noticed it and pulled the cheek of the bud grenade "Don't look like that".
"Ouch..."
"Ha.... but, well, if you do, you'll have a lot of fun."
"Are you coming with me, me? Others are better..."
"If you can't do it, nobody can. I like sprouts. Be confident there."
Holy Night tells me without hesitation. But going to a place where the finest ladies get together is really going to be a hundred million.
Even if the bud grenade used to be the person in that position, and we're going to return to that position again, it's still troubling to see if I'm the one who's not ashamed to stand next to Holy Night.
Reading such budding anxiety, Holy Night put his hand on the head of the budding grenade.
"At least, you're the cutest of me. Isn't that enough? Don't you feel confident?
"It is...... That's enough..."
When the bud grenade returned a few words to you, Holy Night laughed out loud.
Holy Night sprouts a lot of "cute" and "likes". So much for me to think about, that I can properly tell by the bud grenade.
So, after all, I'm curious about what Makoto was saying earlier.
"... what's up?
Holy Night asks the bud grenade who has shut up.
Bud Grey didn't know what to say about what he was thinking, and instead he turned his face bright red.
"What, are you blushing?... nasty"
"Nothing, I wasn't thinking weird..."
"Heh? So what did you think?
I don't even incite you, Holy Night asks you in a serious way.
Simply, he stares straight at me about the bud grenade, as he learns what the bud grenade is thinking.
I looked in those eyes and I knew I didn't know.
"... Holy Night, I can't..."
In a small voice, Holy Night snuffed his name in resentment, sighing "... prudence".
"Well...... naturally I want to kiss you, and of course beyond. But we still don't have a problem before that. First of all, I don't know if this relationship is going to progress."
"... sorry"
"Shit. I don't blame you... I can kiss you as hard as I did the other day, and if I ignore your feelings, I can be honest."
Holy Night is right. If Holy Night cares about it, I can do anything about the bud grenade. There have always been a lot of such occasions.
"But I don't like that. I think it's extra because I'm forced to kiss you once.... Next, I want you to be happy with what I do"
Now even at this moment, Holy Night I want to hug and kiss about the bud grenade. But I won't, because with every bud grenade feeling, I want to make it my own.
"I'll never be able to do it from Saya. Careful with me because I was cautiously stirred up."
"So, okay?
"Yeah.... I'm sure you'll be happier."
Because I'm sure Holy Night is impossible.
But now I still want to be sweet about the kindness of that Holy Night.
When the bud grenade broke his reassuringly tense look, Holy Night lowered his eyeballs as well.
"Hmm, I'm starving because I just woke up.... something, make it"
"My handmade?
"No? I want to eat something made of sprouts."
I usually look so sweet in front of a bud grenade, even though it's cool and unfathomable.
Holy Night often refers to bud grenades as "cute," but from bud grenades, such Holy Night looks cuter.
"... sloppy"
Snuffed with potpourri, the bud grenade headed for the kitchen again.