"Sister buddy, what are you doing?
Ball day. The bud grenade had been in the washroom since morning, cooling his face with ice.
Kei looks at the bud grenade thing with a worried face, wondering what happened in this midwinter.
"My face has been hot since yesterday... it's gotten a lot better, but I'm cooling it down now"
"You have fever, don't you?
"Yeah. I don't have a fever."
That's what the bud grenade answers and laughs bitterly. The truth is, I'm also properly aware of why my face is hot. I was having to be aware of it.
"Oh well. But you're still going to the ball with that guy today... right? I'm sorry, okay?
I'm sorry to make Kei worry, but I can't explain why. The bud grenade began his discipline, apologizing to Kei in his heart.
Put on a proper makeup, put on the earrings I got for Holy Night, and put on the bracelet I once got for my arm.
When I was perfectly ready, Holy Night came to pick me up at the bud grenade house. "Bud Grey," Mariko heard, and Bud Grey hurried down the stairs.
"Nice to meet you, buddy"
Mariko had bowed her head to the Holy Night in a much shattered manner than when she first met him.
Holy Night is also an outward gentleman's attitude, greeting Mariko.
The Holy Night on my doorstep was so cool that I could really and unexpectedly fall in love with it.
Holy Night in a black suit makes me nervous, even though it's not novel.
"Good morning,"
"Ha, too nervous.... Mariko, I will leave Bud Grey with you all day today"
The Holy Night was courteous, leaving words for Mariko, and pulling the hand of the bud grenade. As a British gentleman, touch the hand of the bud grenade lightly so as to entertain the lady.
Listening to Mariko's raucous voice, the bud grenade boarded the Holy Night car, which was parked in front of the house.
"What, are you nervous? Rare."
"Even I get nervous.... I don't usually pull my hands like that."
With such an excuse in his mouth, the bud grenade distracts his gaze from the Holy Night.
I don't get so nervous or anything just going to the ball.
I know. Bud grenades are even more nervous about Holy Night.
"Well yeah.... and then there's the dress. Did you do your own hair and makeup?
At any rate, I also braided a little transverse hair and halved it up. As the bud grenade nodded, the Holy Night laughed small "so-called".
"It suits me. I can see the earrings and they look good."
I could never say I made this haircut so I could see the earrings I got on Holy Night.
That's how the car with the two of them heads for the department store, not La Faust School.
The bud grenade dress was prepared there.
"Um, Holy Night. Have the dress ready..."
"As for that, you're in a position to follow me, so let me do that. Don't thank me."
"Let me say thank you"
Being cut off the lead, the bud grenade told him to "thank you" properly this time instead of reluctantly. Then Holy Night laughed, "That's what you look like".
The dress chosen by Holy Night for budding grenades is blue purple.
It's still a holiday night and chic coloured dress.
A shade that lacks a bit of glamour but fully brings out the charm of the person wearing it for that matter.
Sleeveless lace dress, which then stands for age-appropriate pity.
"It looks great on you"
Praise the staff who helped me put on the dress more exhale. The other member of staff is also smashing his hands into small pieces.
What worries me about bud grenades though is the Holy Night reaction.
When the bud grenade turned his gaze on the Holy Night, the Holy Night nodded Yeah Satisfactorily.
"But never, don't catch a man's eye.... you won't leave me alone because you're worried about me?
He looked a little troubled and praised me for my bud grenade dress on Holy Night.
Perfectly aligned with the dominance, the bud grenades and the Holy Night headed to La Faust School.
The school has already gathered the sons and daughters of the good houses.
The treatment of Holy Night at its apex is special.
When I got out of the car, I left only the budding grenades and the way of the Holy Night, and the tempered students were aligned.
A view I've seen before on Holy Night and when I went to school here.
The Holy Night next to a bud grenade, though usually unclear, is someone who is otherwise out of reach.
Your lady's gaze, your son's gaze, stabs you in the bud grenade in pain.
When I was feeling overwhelmed, Holy Night offered my hand to the bud grenade.
"Bud grenade... hands, shake"
Saying in a small voice, Holy Night holds the hand of a bud grenade.
A warm, big hand enveloped the bud grenade hand, as if to say "don't feel" for the bud grenade.
Usually selfish, occasionally sweet, even though that's sloppy.
Holy Night is still too cool to rely on when it's at stake.
"... really, sloppy"
"Did I say something?
Holy Night responds to the bud grenade crunch and looks down.
But the bud grenade shook his neck to the side and looked straight ahead.
I'm next to Holy Night. I'm nervous about that fact, and I'm not sure.
But let's at least be grand.
So determined to see a bud grenade slapping a patsy cheek, Holy Night loosened his cheek.
Along with the quiet music, the ball begins.
The students at the school each danced to the music and let the conversation play.
"Are you thirsty?
But on Holy Night, I held the hand of the bud grenade all the time.
He stayed by the bud grenade. He's probably paying attention to the bud grenade and keeping the bud grenade from being alone.
"It's okay... but you can take your hands off me now..."
I don't want to let you go. Instead, now I want to be connected.
But I was concerned about the gaze of all sorts of people, and I asked because I felt it was not a good idea to keep my hands together for the Holy Night.
Then Holy Night looked as grumpy as an example.
"What. Let me go."
"I'm not... Anyone who wants to talk to Holy Night is having a hard time speaking up."
"I don't want to talk to anyone but you, so I don't care about that. Yeah."
Holy Night makes me sayin 'that. The bud grenade's heart was thrilled, even though he had said something similar many times already.
But the venue went out of its way to make him forget the high pitched of his chest.
"Hey, that. So you won't talk to me on Holy Night?
Under the bud grenade and holy night, Makoto appeared.
Makoto is a student of this school, naturally. So the bud grenades just shrugged his shoulders, but all the students in the school look surprised, including Holy Night.
"Shin... are you here?"
"For once, I'm a student here, too. It's not bad to be here, is it?
Makoto laughs at Kerakera that way.
"I didn't want you to join me every year."
"Sort of. This is Holy Night, and it looks like I'm having a little fun, so I took part on a whim."
Apparently, Makoto's participation in this ball is also a pretty rare story.
That's why Makoto was all over the venue.
Many of the ladies in the venue also found the sprouts twitching to invite Makoto to the dance. Of course, that's handed down discreetly.
"That's why I'm dancing, appropriately. I'll see you later."
In a floating manner, head to the centre of the venue and call for the lady nearby.
Makoto's dance is so light and beautiful that he really unexpectedly sees it.
Dancing with whoever it is doesn't break Makoto's dance, even though he keeps changing his partner more and more without making him feel unnatural at all, as it flows.
Every lady who is carefully led can dance beautifully.
"... Makoto, do you want to dance?
Forget the time, I was staring at Makoto's dance. Then the Holy Night asks the bud grenade that.
Of course, the bud grenade shook his neck to the side.
"Nothing. Besides... there are still a lot of kids who want to dance with Mr. Hagiwara."
He said, "If you're dealing with him... the other women have nothing to do with it."
When Holy Night groaned with a small voice, he called Makoto's name out loud as if to undo his own remarks.
On the way to the dance. Still, Makoto gives precedence to the call of the Holy Night over the continuation of the dance.
Makoto came back here with a troubled face.
"What is it, Holy Night? I was just getting pretty excited."
"I don't know.... than that, dance with the bud grenades"
That's what Holy Night said, and I let go of my hand connected to the bud grenade and carefully offered the bud grenade.
"Holy Night, I..."
"Dance with me. You dance beautifully, you just want to see it."
And the Holy Night turns carefully to the gaze that was directed at the bud grenade.
"You can dance the Holy Night. With Nanhara."
"Asshole. I would never dance. Just dance for me."
Holy Night, as I said, "Go, go," I paid my hand. I can't say no if you say so much on Holy Night. There's no reason to say no.
"I get it. Nanahara, go to the center first."
"Huh? Ah... yes"
Shin told me, bud grenades head to the center of the dance hall first.
Shin shrugged his neck in front of Holy Night as everyone paid attention to the bud grenades.
"Are you sure? You're getting so cute, let me dance with you.... Don't be jealous, huh?
"It's too late."
"Why not?"
Makoto is laughing complicated.
Holy Night was grudging at the school boys sending thermal gaze to the bud grenades.
"If you think you can boast, you're just upset with the guys there. Look at the sprouts. I invited you to a ball or something, at your expense."
"Stop hitting eight. Fine, see. Nanahara, I've only seen Holy Night."
Makoto turns his gaze to the bud grenade in the center of the dance hall. The bud grenade looked at this one with a troubled face from there.
"If I look at another man, I die of jealousy.... I mean, go get him quick.... you're really here to see the bud grenade"
Press Makoto's back, and Holy Night groans just a little dissatisfied.
Makoto then laughed, seemingly uncommonly sorry for him.
"... Ha, a joke. But I don't dance enough... if Holy Night is good, Nanahara-chan borrows it"
Makoto only lies through and rushes to the bud grenade.
The leg seemed to jump lightly.
Shin comes to the bud grenade.
The bud grenade, unable to stand the gaze of curiosity, sighed loudly.
"Come on, don't shrivel before you dance."
"Isn't that the only way? I don't like being noticed."
"Ha ha, don't be a bad builder every day if you're with Holy Night"
Makoto laughs delightfully and pulls the hand of a bud grenade.
The dance has already begun.
Like keeping your body in music, elegantly, gorgeously, Makoto makes you limp beautifully.
I'm uncomfortable, but I knew Makoto was a good dancer.
So the bud grenade also lost and moved his legs smoothly, in line with Shin's lead.
Best dance partner. That hasn't changed since we first danced together. Sprouts and Shin dance the best dance in breath.
"... hey"
On the way to the dance, Shin called out to the bud grenade.
Instead of speaking out, the bud grenade prudently continues with his gaze.
"Dancing with me is the best, isn't it?
Makoto's expression and voice didn't seem to make fun of him.
I'm sure this is a serious question.
Though he could be mean and say "at all," Bud Grey chose to feel honest.
"Dancing with you is my favorite"
The first and last feeling I like, the bud grenade mouths for Makoto.
That's only against dancing.
Still, prudently, the word becomes special.
"That's enough because I could hear it."
Shin laughed like he was going to put a stomp on something, and that's how he pulled the bud grenade's hand to lead the bud grenade.
Upon finishing the dance with Shin, the bud grenades were about to be surrounded by boys students at once.
By allowing Holy Night to dance with Makoto, he mistook it as allowing school students to interact with bud grenades.
I didn't have to speak up, thanks to Makoto's restraint.
"If you speak to this child without darkness, he could crush your house on Holy Night ~?
Makoto said so as a joke, and the boys' feet stopped.
At that moment, the Holy Night divided the flock and broke into sprouts and makeshift.
"I'll have it back now"
"Heck. Take your time."
With Makoto's playful greeting on his back, Holy Night pulls a bud grenade hand. Even if the bud grenades call the name of the Holy Night, the Holy Night simply walks towards somewhere.
All that time, I was staring at the boys who were trying to speak to the bud grenades.
Holy Night, wait.
"Wait.... I attended, and yes, I already did."
Holy Night brought the bud grenades to the Secret Service.
It's an area on the school grounds where no one gets close except Holy Night and Makoto.
Shin should be dealing with the lady now, too.
So essentially, nobody's coming here.
"Ha... hey, play the piano"
"Huh?"
"Hey now, from restlessness...... I want to be calm. Let me hear your piano."
Holy Night turns his gaze to the piano on the edge of the Secret Service.
No sudden applause, please. But it's not impossible.
The sprouts lowered their eyebrows and headed towards the piano. Then, for some reason, the Holy Night also followed.
"You're not gonna sit on the couch?
"I want to be by your side.... No?
Until just now, I don't think I'm the man who was showing the face of the son of a pitiful harp collector. The bud grenade's heart shrinks cuddly to a sweet attitude that is so unusual.
As the bud grenade sat in his chair, Holy Night gently left his hips in that extra space.
Thought I'd ask for a request, but he said Holy Night wasn't familiar with music. I'm sure if you ask, there's only one song you ask for.
The bud grenade heard nothing, slowly laid his hands on the keyboard and began to play the parting waltz.
"... budding grenade"
Called by name on Holy Night, the bud grenades gaze at Holy Night.
But the Holy Night, with his back to the bud grenade, was just a little bent over.
"Even if I go to America, my heart stays by my side... can I think of that?
The sound of the piano stops.
But on Holy Night he said, "Play it," and the bud grenade resumed the sound of the piano feeling restless.
"Bad. Suddenly I got anxious"
I don't see the face of Holy Night. A lonely hindsight, though, conveys the anxiety of Holy Night to the bud grenades.
"You're cute... you're too good a character... because honestly, I can't think of a flaw that's perfect, and I know no one's gonna let it go."
"Because that's not true"
"Do it. Don't you get it earlier? I wanted to dance with you, and that guy surrounded me about you?
The Holy Night told the sprouts so and murmured in a plundered voice, "Oh, I'm really dying of jealousy".
"I don't have a boyfriend, but it's too heavy, and what position do you take to feel it... Makes me unnecessarily anxious. Because even if you promise to stay by my side, if I can do whatever you want, I'll even stick to this promise."
Quiet, uncut tones echo all over the room as if they represented the thoughts of the Holy Night.
"Sorry.... I can't give you to anyone anymore. I like you and I like you, and this thought alone is killing me."
That's the true meaning of Holy Night.
For the bud grenade, he told me to wait. He told me I didn't have to go out with him. He said he should just stay by his side.
The truth is, I've always been anxious.
The Holy Night was for bud grenades, hiding that anxiety, and being kind to me.
I knew it. I know, it was sweet.
Because the bud grenade was also anxious.
I'm afraid I'm about to leave, but I'm going to change this relationship.
He was running away sweet on Holy Night on the grounds that he didn't know what it was like to like.
The truth is, I already noticed.
I enjoy spending time with Holy Night, thrilled with the words and actions of Holy Night.
Spend time with Holy Night and stay by Holy Night.
Because the Holy Night stayed the same, loved the bud grenade and communicated its thoughts.
It all piled up and I noticed no matter who didn't tell me what.
"I like Holy Night too..."
When I put it into words, I felt extra big.
I swelled and filled my bud grenade heart and thought bud grenade would be happy with that.
"Oh, my God..."
Holy Night finally saw me about the bud grenade.
So the bud grenades stopped playing the piano anymore and embraced the Holy Night thing.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting.... I thought about it. I didn't even force it. I didn't even throw it.... I think I liked Holy Night more than I thought I would"
Even if my head didn't understand, my mind was reacting on its own.
The feeling of being happy with Holy Night, the feeling of being thrilled with everything that is made Holy Night, and the feeling of being cuddly with the smile of Holy Night.
All in all, just one feeling that I like the Holy Night thing.
"That... you're not lying, are you?
"Yeah."
"Really, you like me?
"... yeah.... likes"
Even though I'm ashamed, my head will complain that I regret it if I tell you now. So bud grenades were putting their full hearts on and communicating their current thoughts on Holy Night.
"I like it, about Holy Night. Right, I like it..."
Whenever a bud grenade "likes" it, the Holy Night's embrace becomes stronger and stronger.
Even though it's painful, somehow I feel comfortable with its bitterness.
"What do you think?... me, I'm so excited right now. I'm so happy, I'm totally turning my head."
Even then, when the bud grenades promised to be by my side, the Holy Night was delightful. But this time, it's not the ratio. So I can also tell by the bud grenades that the joy of Holy Night is not an ordinary thing.
"Kiss, I want to.... No?
I guess I can't even stop the excitement. Holy Night brings his face close to the distance that he is likely to touch again this evening, and asks.
Slight remaining reason awaits the consent of the bud grenade.
You look painful, but Holy Night seems happy.
"Yeah.... no way, eh"
If I kiss you, what will you look like? When I think about that, nature and the answers come out.
Before I finished hearing the answer, I kissed the bud grenade on Holy Night just because I couldn't get over it.
She kissed me so hot that I didn't even have time to breathe.
The first kiss, forced, turns out the Holy Night was shy.
Not so much, I'm not reluctant to kiss right now and won't stop looking for bud grenades to the depths.
To avoid missing the bud grenade, the head and hips of the bud grenade were firmly supported by their own hands at Holy Night.
Even though it's painful, I'm happy, I can't stop crying.
Noticing the tears of the bud grenade, Holy Night rushed his lips off the bud grenade.
"You... you didn't like it? Bad. Me..."
"Yes, not... I'm glad it's painful... and I'm not sure anymore."
Words make me full of contradictions. Even in the head of the bud grenade, it no longer works as much as it does on Holy Night.
The Holy Night exhales as if relieved, knowing it wasn't rejected. With the tears of bud grenades, the excitement seemed to subside just a little.
"Glad.... Me too, I'm so fucked up right now... but happy, too happy... white in my head"
Holy Night laughed in a plundering voice as "cool and evil".
"... hey, say you like it"
"Yes... when they say it face to face, it's hard to say..."
"I've said it many times. Don't. Besides, I could have just said that."
Exactly. But that was easy to say because he also said Holy Night. Suddenly "likes" is embarrassing and voiceless.
"I... like it. So you tell me too."
Really, you want to hear the "like" of bud grenades. The Holy Night tells me how I feel first, as the bud grenades are easy to say.
I can't help but be gentle. I'll be sweet on such a holy night again.
Such a Holy Night thing...
"... I like it"
So again, the Holy Night kissed the bud grenade.
Now don't ask me anything anymore.
Not a rough kiss like earlier, gentle and slow as you taste.
The waltz flowing in the dance hall sounds slight to the quiet Secret Service.
But so unconscious of that, the bud grenade's heart was immersed in drowning in the feeling of "liking" that the Holy Night would give it.