My name is Hachiman Hikigaya, A.K.A 8man. I am your typical high school virgin loser with no friends and no social life.
School is hell to me. No matter how hard I try, I could not integrate with my classmates— simpletons with blue-pilled and uninformed perspectives of the world. Normies, as I would like to call them. The ones enjoying life to the fullest, living in a perpetual state of comfort without a care for anything. The ones who value popularity, looks and reputation more than intelligence, when intelligence is the one thing that no one else can steal from you.
The girls are filthy tricksters who easily backstab you to achieve their goals. The guys are narcissistic assholes who would find any opportunity to gloat about themselves. Braindead retards, the lots of them! Imagine having to endure my schooldays mingling with these simpletons. I fucking hate them all.
School makes me want to kill myself.
Home is perhaps the reason why I haven't already blown my brains out. Home is the place where I can seek solace at the end of a horrible day in school. No matter what fucked up things happened in school, home eventually awaits me with a cute imouto.
My imouto is probably the cutest thing in the world.
Her name is Komachi Hikigaya. She is currently in middle school. She is sociable, approachable and optimistic, the complete opposite of me.
I fucking love her. In almost the entirety of my life, no relationships I have forged could ever compare to the the relationship between me and Komachi. She is the warm ray of sunshine to my cold, bleak existence, the one thing in life that I treasure the most. Without her, I might not even be writing this right now. I might have ended up as a skeleton at the bottom of the ocean, or mangled body parts beneath a train.
As the days passes by, the mutual bond between us grew stronger. She started cooking for me, and fuck is her cooking skills good. She could definitely become a professional chef in the future. I was so drawn to her food that many a time I could not help but dive into my meal before saying the obligatory "itadakimasu".
Fuck, I just want to eat her food so badly. And her too.
In exchange for her favor, I would help her in homework and stuff. Academic wise, my sister is certainly not the sharpest tool in the shed. What she lacks in academic excellence, however, is compensated by her determination to learn.
One time she was having major trouble in calculus. No matter how hard her teacher explained, she could not get the concept right. Having my fair share of ineffective and undeserving "teachers", I had decided to take up the job myself. For the next few days, I spent almost all my free time coaching her, trying my best to make the explanation as easy to understand as possible. Her significant progress was heartwarming, and the sight of her face gleaming whenever she got the correct answer makes all my effort worthwhile.
Thanks to me, she managed to pass her calculus test with flying colors. On the same day, when I returned home, Komachi ran towards me and hugged me tightly.
"What are you doing?" I asked her. My cheeks were turning bright pink. As her soft, delicate breast pressed against my body, I could feel my primal instincts slowly taking over.
Komachi told me the good news. I was delighted as fuck. My hard work, and hers too, had finally paid off. Then Komachi went full moe mode.
"Thank you onii-chan for always helping me. Daisuki~"
She did an adorable head tilt and winked at me, sticking out her tongue playfully at the same time.
Reeeeeeee this level of cuteness should be fucking illegal.
I clenched my chest and ran into the bathroom, crying the whole damn time.
My imouto is DEFINITELY the cutest thing in the world.
