8


One more?


"Bye, Saki," Hachiman said with a smile, giving her a kiss on the forehead, as he walked out of the PSIB headquarters with another assassination assignment.

The man got in his car and shut the door. He opened the file and started flipping through its contents. "Rebecca Lee, AKA Revy…" he read off the file. "Chinese-American, born in NYC, and arrested, beaten and raped by a corrupt police officer… Joined 'Black Lagoon'… Murder, trafficking, drugs… This is one, bad bitch. Looks like it's gonna be a tough job," he said, voicing his thoughts. Hachiman put the file away and drove off, planning on how to assassinate his target. He smirked as an idea popped into his head. Hachiman quickly dialled a number through his car and spoke as the call connected. "Sasori," he said.

"[Eight]," a mechanical voice answered.

"You still work with poisons?" he asked, unsure if his contact was still in the business or not.

"[You still kill people?]" The now named Sasori asked back. They both knew that only meant one thing.

...

That evening, Hachiman stepped into his condo, only to be hit by a delicious scent. He had forgotten to eat lunch because of how hectic it was to plan everything. He got some Botulinum from Sasori and some blowdarts from another one of his contacts. Coming home to Komachi's cooking was like a dream come true. Hachiman sneaked up behind Komachi and hugged her waist from behind making her yelp in surprise.

"Wah! Onii-chan!" she looked up, "Don't scare me like that," she pouted cutely. Hachiman turned her around in his arms and captured her lips with his own. Komachi too, melted into the kiss. Not getting to feel Hachiman's lips for the whole day had given Komachi some serious withdrawal symptoms. "Do you feel ready for the reunion tomorrow?" she asked warily, knowing how he felt about meeting his frie- ex-classmates.

"Komachi… I'm the sniper of a unit that can effectively throw off the balance of power in the world in 16 hours flat. The enemies don't even know about us, yet we have unofficial 'Flee-On-Sight' orders placed on us by 70% of the countries in the world. You really think I'm going to be scared of seeing a few old faces again?" he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Plus, I have you there to rein me in, don't I?" he asked with a smile to which Komachi responded with a smile of her own.

"Guess I was worrying for nothing, huh?" she said, sound a little bit disappointed.

"But I'm still happy you're worrying about me," he said placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Baka… What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't worry?" she said bashfully. Hachiman thanked whatever god was up there for giving him such a perfect lover.

...

Hachiman and Komachi spent the most of next afternoon getting ready and playfully bantering about who should be allowed to drink how much, though, in the end, it didn't matter anyway since Hachiman's car had a special version of the Tesla auto-pilot. One of the many perks of being a good friend of Elon Musk, the memelord.

By early evening they were ready to go. Hachiman and Komachi were both, arm-in-arm, and ready to go to the venue of the reunion. Komachi was wearing a shiny, dark purple dress which clung to her and accentuated her luscious figure perfectly. It also complimented her dark green hair and had a bareback which added to the already overflowing appeal. Our favourite sniper, on the other hand, was wearing a dark red – almost maroon – suit with a black shirt underneath. He wasn't wearing a tie, which left his top button open, showing a little bit of a scar that he had gotten during a mission in which only half his team had come back alive. Standing side-by-side like that, the Hikigaya couple could've easily been mistaken for celebrities.

The ride to the venue was mostly uneventful. Neither of them talked as some slow music was playing on the radio. Hachiman calmed himself and ran through scenarios in his head as he pulled the Roadster into the parking lot. Around them, they could see various other people from his year walking. Some, he had no idea who they were, and others, he recognized immediately. Sagami was one of them. Huh… Looks like she never changed her hairstyle, he thought as he took notice of the short hair. It looked like she was walking with some of her other friends while smiling and laughing.

All of a sudden, the full weight of what was happening just hit him. He was about to meet all his old friends and acquaintances, and he just realized… Hachiman was so totally NOT ready. As he thought more and more about it, the more it sunk in. All those embarrassing moments that he had in school. All those people that hated him. All those… fuckers that he committed multiple social suicides for and didn't get a single 'Thank You!' in return. What if they start treating him like they did before? What if Komachi saw that and started thinking he wasn't good enough for her? What if she rethinks her decision to be with him? Even though Hachiman was going through inner turmoil, his face didn't betray him. He kept his calm, cool façade. As he kept pondering on how to act, Hachiman suddenly felt something warm and wet on his cheek. He looked to the side to see Komachi smiling beautifully.

"Onii-chan." She spoke reassuringly. "No matter what. I'll always love you. And if the others don't see you for who you truly are, then that's their loss." She finished with a squeeze to his arm.

Hachiman stared in disbelief. Yes, he thought as his worries just melted away like nothing. No matter how tough I become, I'll always be like putty in her hands. He smiled at her words as he leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Thank you, Komachi. I love you. Like, a lot!" Truly, Hachiman was blessed to have a woman like Komachi in his life, be it as a lover, or a sister, or both. It didn't matter… As long as he had her in his life, he would be happy.

The couple exited the car and walked with their arms linked. As they walked through the parking lot towards the entrance, Hachiman and Komachi were both, garnering a lot of attention from both, females and males, respectively. A couple of people who recognized them instantly made faces which showed emotions ranging from surprise to confusion to admiration to suspicion to even jealousy. Surprise at how much the school's loner had changed. Not only had Hachiman's looks improved, but the way he walked gave off an aura of authoritativeness and strength. It was like watching a king walk with his queen. Confusion and admiration from some who recognized Komachi as Hachiman's sister and one of the only two Japanese women to have gotten a Nobel Prize. Suspicion from the few that realized the way they were holding hands and the lovey-dovey atmosphere around them since incestuous relationships were obviously frowned upon in Japan. And finally, jealousy from 90% of those who saw them for… obvious reasons.

As they walked, Hachiman heard a familiar voice call out to him from behind, "Hachiman!" Said man, looked back and saw a beautiful woman with light blue hair and a beauty mark under her eye. She was wearing a shiny, dark green dress which accentuated her figure very well and showed enough cleavage to make a normal man blush, though, Hachiman was far from normal. Saki walked up to them with a small smile on her face.

Hachiman began to say something before stopping and correcting himself, "Ah! Hatsumi-san." He had to be careful not to blow her cover. Hearing this, Saki's eyes showed confusion for a split second before she chuckled lightly. Hachiman couldn't help but think that her laugh was extremely beautiful. Komachi's laugh, to Hachiman, was cute and made you want to protect her, but Saki's, on the other hand, was very sexy. It had a mature, womanly charm to it.

"It's alright, Hachiman. You don't need to say that. I'm not undercover right now, and even if someone finds out, we have multiple contingency plans in place." She finished with a mirthful smile.

"Ah, ok. Thanks," he said. He felt a slight squeeze coming from his arm, snapping his attention to his lover.

"So, Hachiman. Is she your…" she trailed off, not knowing what to say and deciding to not say anything as to not make the situation awkward, in case there was a misunderstanding.

"Yeah…" Hachiman began while thinking about how to best explain it. "Saki, I'm sure you've met her before. In the second year of Sobu if you remember, and she was in First year when we were in Third year. This is my sister, Hikigaya Komachi." As Hachiman finished, Komachi and he, both mentally readied themselves for the look of disgust that Saki would surely throw them once it set in… But it didn't come. Saki merely widened her eyes in surprise for a long moment, before finally showing an understanding smile.

"And your lover also, I presume?" she asked, to which he simply nodded meekly in mock embarrassment. Truth was, he wasn't embarrassed at all to have Komachi as his lover. Why would he be?

Saki chuckled again, seeing as how the Hikigaya couple waited anxiously for her reaction. She finally spoke, "Don't worry, I understand. Truth is, my brother and I also tried doing the same thing you two are doing right now."

"Huh!?" said the Nobel Prize winner and professional killer intelligently as both their brains tried to process the new information.

Seeing how baffled they both were, Saki burst out in full-blown laughter as she couldn't help but think about how ironic it was that one of the most respected women in the world and THE most feared man in Japan (only among the high-ranking officials, as no civilian knew who the hell Hachiman was) were rendered speechless by a lowly cop. This also showed how Saki was way too modest and didn't give herself nearly enough credit, for little did she know, she was the investigator that all newbies in the entirety of PSIB truly respected and looked up to. As her laughter died down, she decided to fill them in while walking towards the entrance. After finishing the small talk with Komachi, Saki began.

"As you already know Hachiman, I was also a loner during our time at Sobu," Saki started to which Hachiman nodded, "you were the only real friend I had, and after you left at the end of the school year, my loner ways didn't change when I was in university. Because of that, I went into depression and was on the verge of turning into a NEET. Even when I was in… uh… the academy…" sensing Saki's discomfort at revealing the information, Hachiman quickly interrupted as he realized that she didn't know Komachi's clearance level.

"It's alright, Saki. Komachi's level is Nine." Saki eyes widened once more but she quickly remembered that Komachi's age and looks easily made people forget about her accomplishments.

Regaining her bearings, she started once more. "Well, when I was in the PSIB training stage, most women would be jealous of me because of my record and most guys would only get close to me to get into my pants." Hachiman smiled at how modest Saki was being, not realizing that it wasn't her record that the girls were jealous of, but actually her looks. Hachiman kept quiet nonetheless and let her continue. "At the same time, my brother was also really depressed since his girlfriend had cheated on him. So, one day out of nowhere, we both thought 'What's the harm?' and decided to try dating. Though, in the end, I couldn't look at him any other way than as the little baby brother that I had loved. So yeah, trust me when I say you both are really lucky to have such a relationship built on so many years upon years of trust. And that too, so early on in life." She smiled, trying to look cheerful, but as expected, nothing gets away from Hachiman.

He saw the hurt and the longing in her eyes and couldn't help but want to hug her and comfort her while telling her it'll be okay. He tried to speak but was surprised when he saw Komachi flash by and envelope Saki into a hug and whisper something in her ear. As Hachiman wondered what they were talking about, he saw a smile on both the women's faces and small thanking bow from Saki. The two women walked in front and Hachiman trailed behind them. He knew better than to eavesdrop on 'girl-talk'.

They quickly reached the entrance of the venue and waited as the receptionist found their names and allowed them in.