Hey, hey, people. SSeth- I mean, Minh here. I am not dead. Not yet, anyway. Stuff happened, and somehow I had committed two of the greatest sins in a row: not saving your goddamn file every five minutes AND not making any backup at all.

Needless to say, I was fucked.

Being the lazy fuck that I was (and still am), I had made almost every excuse ever exists to procrastinate writing this.

Yet finally, here I am, and here we go.

Still, I hope you enjoy this short, little snippet as much as I enjoy writing this.

As suggested by the dialogue , Hikigaya Hachiman works like an ass. This is a really bad double-entendre and I am not apologizing.

"Onii-channnnn, I am like, super duper uber thirsty right now!" Komachi said as she barged into the living room, her slippers making tiny pit-pat sounds on the wooden floor.

"Uh-huh." I said without looking up from the transcript, my eyes still glued to the chicken-scrawls that made up Zaimokuza's light novel. Not the easiest thing to be done when someone keep pestering you for…what? Probably coffee. She somehow got really hooked on my coffee, despite the horrendous first attempt.

"…Really? Bro, Is that all you can say to your dearest, cutest, most adorable little sister?" Well damn, here she goes and make that fake sniffling sound again.

"I only see a spoiled needy brat here though." What do you think I am, a sis-con?

"Onii-channnnnnnnnn!" With a shrieky war-cry befit of a baboon, Komachi pounced onto me like a hobo onto a can of bean.

"Oi, I'm working here, stop shaking me up like I stole your lunch money or something!"

"…You did what?" …Now that is a scary face.

"You know goddamn well that's a figure of speech, Komachi."

"Do I? You are a really bad person, onii-chan, saying things like that to your onlyyyyy little sister. I demand compensation for all the damage to my poor little heart!"

"…Do I have to compensate for your poor little chest too-Ow ow ow, easy on the ear!"

"Onii-chan, there are things you should never, ever said to a girl, you know?" That smile shouldn't be able to terrify me, but somehow it does. Funny.

"…I will say whatever the hell I wa-Ouch, not the nape too!"

"-And you will reap what you sow." Komachi softens her glare. "You are really hopeless, bro. How would you survive without me? Will I really have to actually make an effort to support you into a nursing home just after turning twenty? Oh my, ohh myyyyy…"

"…That scores a lot of Komachi's point!" I said in a sing-song tone as I put the manuscript down to ruffle her hair.

"Hmh, don't think I will forgive you with just that! I demand more!"

"More coffee?"

"More coffee!"

"Well, there's some in the fridge though, but I drank a bit from it already."

"Who cares! We are sibling after all!" Komachi instantly pitter-patter away, humming a joyful tune under her breath.

"Said the one who refused to share the same laundry basket with dad. Pop got really sad, y'know?"

"T-that is an entirely different matter! Jeez, you are hopeless! Really hopeless! Seriously hopeless!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just don't drink it all, okay?"

"Too late!"

"…And here goes my daily dose of caffeine."

"That much coffee is bad for you, Onii-chan, so in a sense I am helping you out!"

"Help, huh…by all means, I do need help." I slap my hand on the draft. "Just not the kind of help you offer."

"Too bad, then! Isn't it a little sister's duty to annoy and distract her grumpy, totally hopeless and not at all attractive big bro when he started looking like a murderous wet duck?"

"...Murderous wet duck? I can't even…I mean, did my concentrated face really look that bad?"

"More like constipated face, eh."

"Ugh."

"See, you even pout like a duck!"

"And so do you-We are sibling, after all."

"As least I am cuter than you!"

"That isn't exactly a high bar you raised there…Oh well. Now, you could please let me wor-"

"…Bro, what were you reading?" Ugh.

"Stuff."

"…Hentai?"

"Nah, just…stuff. I don't really know how to describe this properly. It is just…you know, a mess of stuff. And worse, it is a mess of unmemorable, boring stuff."

"…I still don't know what that is, Onii-chan, your description sucks. Is it a light novel or something along the line?"

"Yup."

"And you dislike it?"

"Well, dislike is a bit too strong, but…yeah, probably? I mean, I don't think I like it, but…"

"…You hate it. Why are you still reading it anyway?"

"Club's request. I need this reviewed by tomorrow."

"Fair enough. Sorry I took all of your coffee then, Tee-hee!"

"...Whatever, it is no big deal. I can just brew another batch after all. Maybe I should brew extra-Yukino probably would look like shit tomorrow, having had to deal with this…"

"Yukino? Is that like, a girl name? A-are you finally getting a girlfriend, Onii-chan?!"

"Nah, we're just clubmates."

"Oh, so you finally joined a club, huh?"

"More like forced into one, but yeah, your bro is finally a respectable member of society now, tolling away his mortal body till the end of the day like a grand-ass normie. Happy yet?"

"…Not until you stop acting like that. Still, how many people are in the club?"

"Three, I guess?"

"…You guess?"
"I mean, one didn't technically join yet, but I know she will. That's a fact. A predetermined one."

"She? So…You are the only male in the club, right?"

"Yup."

"…Are you planning to make a harem?"

"You little…No. No, no and no. In fact, this brewing extra dealie here? Just me taking the extra steps to ensure that exactly nothing will ever come out of it. Nothing, ya hear?"

"Booooo, I am not listening, I am not listening at allllll, la-la-la-laaaaaa." Komachi skipped out the room with her ears plugged and…mhm, by the sound of her footsteps, she probably went upstairs to take a bath. Or to do other girl things.

Such as taking bath.

…As expected, neither of us is well-versed in girl-things.

"Finally, some peace and quiet. I still have exactly…132 pages left. Ugh. Hope I still remember something by the end of this mess."

"Onii-chan." Suddenly, without a sound, Komachi's face popped in from the doorway. Which didn't, by any mean, gave me a scare. At all.

"W-wut?" See? Not scared. Just startled. Normal human behavior regards to unexpected stimulus.

"…Are they beautiful?"

"You are still going on about that?!"