Chapter 3: Iroha Isshiki

I'm not a siscon. I've never considered myself as one. Yet, what was I doing with a girl I once called "The Uncute Komachi"?

I looked over to the girl whose head was currently leaning on my shoulder. Her lips were glossy with lipstick, with a hint of drool leaking from a corner. There was no one else around us. Just us, a young couple, on an empty train.

The train soon came to a stop. I gently nudged the brunette, and she slowly lifted her head while rubbing her eyes.

"Eh...We're here already?"

"Mhmm. Come on, grab the bags and let's go."

"Uuu...help me up, please?"

The girl gave me a foxy smile, eyes still sleepy, and stretched out her hand. I sighed and shifted the shopping bags on my right hand further up my wrist.

"Jeez, I should stop pampering you."

As I pulled her up, she jumped and did a twirl, her hands behind her back, and flashed me a 1000 watt smile. *Doki Doki* Please be careful who you show that smile to, Miss, as only a few people can take that critical hit and survive.

"Shishishi, you always say that, but you never stop~"

"Maybe I should then."

"You know you won't~"

I sighed and the both of us walked out of the train cabin. The air was comfortably cool. She breathed out and the air condensed. She gleefully took in the sight and breathed out more, the mist playfully dancing around her head. I couldn't help but find myself smiling at her antics.

The night was silent. We seemed to be the only people enjoying the atmosphere however, as I could see a few corporate slaves slowly trudging around, hands tightly gripping their suitcases.

Sucks to be them. I thought. Chiba really was beautiful at night. Anywhere, really. Night-time is probably the best time of the day. Gone is the boisterous energy from midday and in it's place is a calm and collected environment. My kind of environment. Ah, my loner lifestyle doesn't go easily huh. Even with the lovely partner beside me, old habits die hard.

It's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger
With anyone else beside of me
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making two reflections into one
'Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

"Hachiman. Thank you."

I turned to her. We were right outside our apartment . We had worked hard, both of us,to save for a place we wanted to live our lives in, together.

I chuckled, and turned the key in the lock.

Now you're the inspiration for this precious song
And I just wanna see your face light up since you put me on
So now I say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone
And I can't wait wait wait wait wait to get you home
Just to let you know, you are

I gently placed the shopping bags in a corner. I looked at our living room. It was simple. Just a large, leather couch, a massage chair which was a gift from Yukinoshita, a curved TV, and a coffee table with a small fish tank on it. A large picture frame hung grandly over a drawer. In that photo, was a man carrying a woman bridal-style. Both had their eyes closed, teeth baring with joyous expressions on their faces. The flaxen haired woman had a veil over her, white dress sparkling with jewels of every kind. The man was smartly dressed in a crisp tuxedo.

Armani, if I remember.

The girl, no, lady, walked out of the kitchen. In her hand was a bottle of wine. Vouvray, Chenin blanc, 2015. We had bought the bottle when we first started dating. It has been several years since then.

"My dear Hikigaya, would you mind opening this bottle?"

"Hoh, trying to be royal, Miss Lorde?" (1)

"Nope! Hehe, but really, open this bottle! I've been dying to try it ever since we bought it."

"Ah, maybe you married me only with the intention to drink this wine?"

"Probably!"

Ach, she really is rotten. She turned on the stereo, and jumped onto the couch, snuggling beside me.

"If you keep doing that, the couch will break."

"What? Are you saying I'm fat?"

"Not...really, but you do seem to have gained weight."

She went silent for a while, head fidgeting as her knees rubbed together.

'Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go
Just put your hand on the glass, I'm here trying to pull you through
You just gotta be strong

"Well...I went to the doctor the other day…"

My body tensed up. This was serious.

"A-and I went for a checkup, yeah?"

"Don't tell me...You're terminally ill or something?!"

"Calm down! It's nothing like that!"

I let out a sigh of relief, but was still tense.

"Then?"

"W-well…"

She took my hand and put it on her lap, and placed her delicate hands over mine.

"I took a pregnancy test. It came out positive."

My eyes widened dramatically, and I clenched my fists. I could hardly believe my ears.

"R-really?! T-that's great! When was this?"

"About a month ago. I stopped having my period and started to experience some morning sickness, so I went to the hospital. When I found out I was pregnant, I wanted to surprise you on our wedding anniversary."

"Ah, ha...what a great anniversary gift, huh. Does anybody else know about this?"

"Well yeah! I told Komachi-chan, Sensei and Hayato! And, the Service Club."

Hearing the Service Club made me flinch. I had fallen out with them after leaving the school. They weren't happy about me choosing Iroha over them, and we got into a huge argument. While Iroha managed to patch things up between them, I couldn't forgive them for what they said to Iroha. Girls, no, humans are ugliest when things don't go their way.

I breathed in deeply, and asked.

"So how did it go?"

"Well, they were pretty sad. They still haven't gotten over you. However, they did congratulate me. Yukino-senpai told me to call her for any legal assistance if you decided to run away, though. Should I?"

"That's up for you to decide. Welp, now that you're pregnant, I should have no fear of knocking you up again, right?"

She looked at me with a horrified expression on her face, and quickly grabbed her phone. I could see Yukinoshita's name on speed dial. Oi, what's the use of that!?

"Hello? Yukino-senpai? Hikigaya-senpai is being a creep and can you please quickly send help? Could you also call Sensei here? I need protection just in case he-"

Hearing her say that made me jump out of my skin. Not just Yukino, but Sensei too?!

"O-oi! Give me the phone! What if Yukinoshita and Sensei really do something!"

I didn't need Yukinoshita to come over to my house in the middle of the night to "watch over" the two of us. (2)

Isshiki bounced off the couch and stuck her tongue out at me, and her left finger pulling down her eyelid. Her right hand wagging the phone and on the screen was Yukinoshita's extremely unimpressed face.

"Boo! Catch me if you can!"

"Why you! I-Iroha! Come back here!"

I shouted that, and soon gave chase. The two of us started running around like kids, and we eventually found ourselves in the master bedroom, out of breath and lying on the bed, with my hand clasping hers in a tight grip, phone in between.

"Hah...Hah...chasing a girl who's younger than you like that...you really are a siscon."

I swear to the Gods of Romantic Comedy, I'm not a siscon.

(1)Reference to Lorde - Royals

(2) I'm not a plagiariser I swear.

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Ah, yo. Thanks for reading again. Not too many references this time. I tried doing a more descriptive essay and make it closer to the first chapter, so I hope it's ok. The song I used in this fic is Justin Timberlake - Mirrors. Pretty Romantic,I felt it fit 8man and Isshiki pretty well, seeing as they are pretty similar. This chapter in particular was a joy to write, but it's again, incredibly OOC. I think I got Isshiki's personality down tho. I'll reply to some reviews.

Judicar Deimos: Thank you. So much. For this great review. The feedback really helps me.

BigKokujin: Ah! Senpai noticed me! Kyaa...Oh wait you're here to sue me nvm. Still a big fan. :#

Well, once again thanks for reading. I appreciate constructive feedback, so I can continue to improve. Cya