Edited: 01/01/17
My life had been a mess since I was young and lately, it became a complete mess. When I finally managed to avoid my family's claws by moving away to a new house with Komachi, fate decided to act and screw me once more.
I had everything in my hands to completely make a new start in my life, a deletion or even a reset, but because I changed to this High School weeks after the lessons had started, I became the center of everyone's attention because apparently the existence of transfer students in this 'prestigious' school was very rare.
In everyone's opinion I was a delinquent that was expelled from his first High School and due to the high levels of frustration I was feeling because of everything that was happening I decided to throw away what was left of my social life by playing the role of this school's delinquent.
Such misfortune! [1] After my grandfather became ill and he was forced to be hospitalized, Komachi and I finally received the green light to move to this new house where we were living now and we were even allowed to change schools, it was almost a miracle. This was an amazing feat for someone who wanted to keep his distance from his troublesome family, which were very strict with preparing our future. I only wished to live a peaceful life and I started to feel like I was tired of being tied down by their rules and expectations.
Anyways, when I started to notice that all of my plans were blown away because of some stupid rumors, I was so disappointed that I just decided to amuse the damned fools who created this stupid reputation for the poor transfer student, Hachiman Hikigaya.
At first I was certainly the victim in this story, but now I was sure that I was starting to enjoy this situation.
To make things even worse I was now being summoned by the Yukinoshita family, certainly the most influential people in Chiba and that was why I couldn't ignore this meeting, even if I had no clue what they wanted – I was sure that no matter what, this was my grandfather's fault.
I was about to meet the older sister of my lovely club mate. Apparently, this Haruno Yukinoshita woman was the representative of their family for this type of meaningless events. Her father was a member of Chiba's diet – I really disliked politicians.
However, my parents could also be considered as one of the most powerful figures in Chiba. Even though my father never had a good relationship with my grandfather, he used his money to start a business of his own, cutting all ties to the Gaya-kai group. Slowly, my father managed to become the president and owner of small media groups that provided Japan with some of our beloved anime,manga, light novels and even music. My mother was no different, she was his partner in crime and most likely the big reason behind my father's success. They were like the real version of Isaac and Miria, the charismatic couple that spread happiness upon anyone and everyone they met, without noticing it. [2]
Too bad that those two corporate slavers couldn't spread a little of their 'happiness' towards their kids. To be more specific, me, Hachiman aka the less important member of our household and Komachi, the girl who felt lonely since young. Well, growing up used to be treated like trash by my parents, I quickly adapted to the harsh reality and decided to stop believing in genuine kindness, friendship and any other type of difficult feelings related in human interaction.
I was no martyr, I was well aware that I had dug my own grave by isolating myself using intimidation since young age. It was the only way to stop the bullying, I didn't want to suffer anymore... Is this what people called social suicide? Yeah, this probably fitted the description.
Anyways, forgetting all of this crap and trying to focus on the road ahead of me, I strolled towards the famous Master Donut shop, which was very close to Chiba's train stop. As I tried not to focus in any tragic memories of my past, I became aware of three things that were really annoying me.
...
1) Stealth Hiki wasn't working and everyone was looking at me weirdly.
I wasn't trying to sound cocky, it was the cold truth. I looked like a pitiful thug that had lost a fight against an enemy gang. Ever since I left home, I started to receive some nasty glares and people started to avoid me by slowly stepping away as if I had some type of contagious disease.
2) I was really tired and I still couldn't feel my arm.
The damned meds that Dr. Totsuka gave me were too strong and now I understood why he told me to get some rest. The intense heat and my growling stomach were making my trip a lot harder too. I should just give up and let my mother do whatever she wanted to... Maybe she would finally hire a driver, with a nice limousine, which would drive me around and help me prevent stupid accidents. Yeah, that sounded somewhat cool and I felt that this would be a great way to show other that I was not only a delinquent, I was also a Yakuza heir. Maybe people would start calling me Ice King instead of creep, lowlife, punk and many other stupid names.
3) Being totally honest, I was afraid to meet this Haruno Yukinoshita woman.
Idiot! It wasn't like Hachiman, the delinquent teenager, was afraid of older women, nope, not at all. I was afraid of what this Yukinoshita family was capable of doing. Yukino, always seemed really nervous whenever her family was mentioned in a conversation, so this was definitely a warning to the incoming disaster that I was about to face. What do they want anyways? Wait... In the worst case scenario, this family was also an infamous gang and in order to keep everything calm between us I was supposed start a fake relationship with one of their daughters. [3] This was highly improbable since I wasn't the main character of a romantic comedy, so I was probably safe. No endless harems please…
As I kept dragging my sore feet, I noticed that I had finally reached my goal, the donut shop that for some reason seemed really informal for a meeting like this. Whatever, I really needed to stop being so picky. My teacher was correct and I was slowly becoming a sicko and eccentric man that hated everything that didn't please his delicate taste. [4]
After some seconds of hesitation, I opened the shop's door and internally muttered an incantation that prevented the apparition of demons. People always laughed because delinquents were supposed to be dumb and violent people that didn't like to read, but I was different, I loved my light novels and that was the best way to spend my time efficiently during boring lessons. The same knowledge and skills that I had acquired from my days of otaku and hours of reading, I managed to survive multiple encounters with the youngest Yukinoshita and I was still mentally stable, or so I thought.
That was an amazing feat in my opinion. It was also a miracle that I had managed to keep my cool during those said occasions, that girl always managed to offend me effectively with her rude but precise attitude. She knew how to push my buttons and that was why I hated her.
I entered the store and ordered a cake that had a creamy top that was making me drool. To drink there was only one choice for me, café au lait. I hated sour things and since sweetening up the coffee and drink it afterwards was a custom in Chiba, as a person who loves his city, I couldn't resist and I ended up looking like a rich kid who knew a lot about food.
Now I had a huge problem on my hands, I didn't know the exact time that I was supposed to meet Haruno Yukinoshita. Unfortunately, I was a bit of an airhead and by mistake (or not) I deleted the message that my mother had sent me with the details necessary for today. I'm so silly... Teehee!
I was hoping that no one had noticed this stupid display caused by the habit that my cute sister passed on to me. I was about to take a seat near the counter and take out my phone, when I noticed that a beautiful young woman was staring at me.
Shit! When I caught sight of the owner of that somehow familiar, intimidating look, I was speechless. My body stiffened up and I was considering if I should just turn around and run towards the exit.
It was too late, I was too slow. Just like those events where the player has a limited time to react to a certain type of situation, I lost my opportunity to choose the best action and now I had to improvise.
"Huuuuh? Hachiman Hikigaya?" The woman in question said as she elegantly took off her headphones, smiled and waved her hands while looking at me like I was her prey.
Glossy black hair, amazingly white skin and beautiful facial features. She was a Yukinoshita, for sure. Her rare good looks and fashionable outfit, the woman smiling towards me looked like a portrait created by the best artist in existence.
Her smile and the glint in her eyes was scaring me though. This was not what I was expecting. I was expecting something more similar to Yukino, a cold beauty, but instead she seemed to be the perfect example of a social queen.
Sighing in despair, I grabbed my tray and tried to move as fast as I could towards her table. It was harder to move around with an unusable arm.
Noticing my struggle and lack of balance, Haruno Yukinoshita moved towards me elegantly while grabbing my drink with a smile, "It is a pleasure to finally meet you Hikigaya, but you really shouldn't keep a lady waiting you know!?"
I tensed up with her teasing, she was too much for me to handle. While she had multiple similarities to Yukino, there were also a number of differences between the two: exhibit A) Breasts. Unlike the younger sister, this woman had a mighty fine pair. That wasn't the only difference, but I was now too conscious of her slender body and my brain stopped working.
"T-Thank you for your help and sorry for the delay. I'm Hachiman Hikigaya." I tried to calm my raging hormones by presenting myself in a dumb manner.
"I'm your club mate sister, Haruno." She said as we finally reached the table where she was previously seated. After our exchange of pleasantries, I took a sit and in a swift move, Haruno decided to use the vacant space to my left. Respect my personal space, woman! There was an awkward silence and she started sizing me up from head to toe.
A chill went down my spine and I was about to shiver. Control yourself! I screamed internally as I tried to recover from the temporary paralysis.
"Gosh, you look exactly like they said. Anyways, don't be so tense, Hikigaya!" Haruno said, finally breaking the tension with a broad grin. I wanted to dig a hole and hide inside it. I wanted to drink some of my café au lait to avoid random banter, but unfortunately, I was the owner of a cat's tongue.
"Well, I don't know if that's a compliment, but thanks..." I said with a bored tone. Yukinoshita probably told her about me, horrible stuff for sure. Maybe even my mother had provided some details personal details of me to this woman… Damn it mom, stop trying to find me a girlfriend!
"Mm? I've heard some interesting things about you from my cute sister and your mother, but I am really curious… Are you really a delinquent? Excuse my curiosity, but to be honest you look more like a guy who's being misjudged by his peers." She finally dropped the bomb. From the way that she was looking at my damaged face and arm, I knew that a Yukinoshita would be rude enough to snoop in my personal life. Just like her sister, I could sense how smart she was, however, unlike Yukino, this woman had the confidence and attitude to smash everything in her way while still looking innocent.
"Tch, that's what people usually call me, but if you're talking about these injuries, they were the result of an unfortunate event, much like what happened to me a couple of years ago. Tch, to be honest I would prefer to be resting at home, I'm rather tired…" When I realized what I had just done I gulped in fear, noticing that I had just offended this woman that I had just met. I just couldn't control my sharp tongue.
I was really frustrated and she was annoying me. This woman was a Yukinoshita and that alone gave her the authority to pry into the life of a lowlife like me.
"Haha! You're hilarious Hikigaya!" To my surprise, Haruno was laughing uproariously as she thumped my back. I had no idea what was so funny, I was simply rumbling about what happened to me and somehow she found all of this amusing.
"Sorry, sorry! I'm not making fun of you, I was just surprised to see that you were a more interesting person than I thought." Another weird 'compliment'... I was confused.
Tilting her head to the side and closing the gap between our bodies, she extended her left hand and forcibly made me gaze directly in her eyes. Once again I felt an ominous sensation that took control of my body. Her eyes were looking directly towards my soul and I felt like I was about to be devoured by this woman.
"Hmm, Yukino said that you have the eyes of a petty thug or even a pervert, but I think that they are beautiful. Normal people may find them scary, but I think that they show much of your character, even if you're still a little green." What is happening here?
I felt my face heating up and I felt like one of those female protagonists in a shoujo manga. This woman was a perfect Casanova, but even if she was praising me, I felt like her expression had changed a lot from her previous pleasant smile. Her grin was scary and I could sense that she was trying to show her superiority after my previous jab.
Slapping away her hand, I grinned as well and said, "I'm glad that someone finally noticed the beauty in my handsome face, but I'd like to end this meeting quickly."
Surprised by my cocky reaction, Haruno retreated, finally removing her breasts from my injured arm. After a weak laugh, she said "Now I understand why Yukino didn't know how to deal with you... The three of us are too similar and you aren't shaken by our power. Interesting indeed, Hikigaya." In mere seconds, her previous 'innocent' grin returned. This woman was a fake.
I kept munching on my food and after a small silence, Haruno said "Anyways, you seemed to be mistaken about the purpose of our meeting... This wasn't something that was arranged by our families, in fact, it was me who asked to meet you today. You see, I wanted to kill some time during my lunch break, so this is just an informal meeting between two young people."
Looking at her once again, I deduced that she was probably around twenty years old, which meant that she was a college student, an excellent one for sure. She was a Yukinoshita after all. I kept eating and let her do the talking, I was already bored and I knew that I wanted nothing to do with this person.
"Don't be rude, let's kill some time together, please~?" She was sounding too enthusiastic, I nodded just to shut her. "That super annoyed expression... Gosh, that's too much, it's exactly like I thought you would react." Once again she started laughing to herself.
"Let's talk about something interesting pleaseee. Hmm, you see, I've heard about you through Yukinoshita and Shizuka and I also know much about your family, but I wanted to ask you stuff personally... So, how does it feel to become the heir of the group Gaya?" Her eyes were glued on my face and her curious expression was killing me. She knew that this would be a delicate topic, but she wanted to see me burn.
"Excuse my language, but it's a pain in the ass. I didn't ask for any of this and unfortunately for me, it looks like it's something that I have to learn how to deal with for the rest of my life." I felt like I was a politician answering one of those annoying, but cute reporters that always tried to suck your blood in order to gain information.
Haruno puffed her cheeks and tried to hold another laugh, "That answer was perfect, Hikigaya. You might become a good president for the company after all... Maybe I can become your sexy secretary or maybe even your wife~" Finishing her sentence, once again, she closed the distance between our bodies and she run her hand through my newly acquired scar. This woman knew no limits with her abusive way of teasing others.
Before I could slap her hand away in disgust, a guy coughed loudly next to our table and I felt myself slightly jumping in surprise. Deciding to look towards the guy who was trying to get our attention, I met the gaze of another troublesome person, which was also smiling in a forced way. He was the King of our school, the handsome Hayato Hayama.
Haruno sighed in annoyance and immediately stopped the erotic caressing that she was previously doing, "Hayato? I thought that you had club activities until later... Weren't you supposed to call me beforehand?" Finishing her sentence, I could noticed the difference in her tone and expression, now I could finally understand how cold and unforgiving she really was.
Still in his uniform with his enamel bag hanging from his shoulders, Hayama loosened his tie and took a seat in our table, "Well, not until later, Haruno. I thought that you were supposed to have a study session with your classmates after lunch."
With a cold expression and a threatening sigh Haruno said, "Yeah, you're right, Hayato. At least I managed to kill some time in a nice way. Hikigaya is a really interesting guy, maybe you should learn one or two things from him. You're always trying to be the nice guy…"
Now I was confused and I couldn't understand the type of relationship that between these two. They seemed like they were really close friends, but at the same time I almost felt like Hayama was nothing but a toy to this cold woman.
Hayama, who was still showing a fake smile, said, "Yeah, Hikitani is surely an entertaining person, but if you don't mind, I'd like to speak alone with my classmate, Haruno."
Seeing Hayama's serious expression and checking the time on phone, Haruno nodded and started to adjust her outfit. I mentally thanked the handsome guy for finally removing this crazy woman from my sight.
"Hikigaya, thanks for hanging out with me and Hayato, we'll talk later." Getting closer to my sensitive ears, she whispered secretly, "Hikigaya, your type is definitely the best type out there. Please take care of Yukino and Shizuka, okay~?" A fresh scent invaded my nose while she spoke softly in my ears. I retracted my head backwards suddenly and that only made her giggle in satisfaction.
Dashing towards the exit in an elegant manner, Haruno Yukinoshita went her way, but not before turning her head and waving her hand with a somewhat provocative smile on her face.
Now with the extravagant Yukinoshita gone, what was left in this table was an awkward silence between two males who looked nothing alike. He was the perfect image of a hero and I would probably be perfect for the role of a villain.
He said that he had something to talk with me, but I thought that he just wanted to end Haruno's fun. Is he acting like a jealous boyfriend? Hopefully not. Much like Haruno did with me before, Hayama started sizing me up, clearly curious to know what had happened to me.
I was getting tired of this situation, as the only ones left here, there was no reason for us to stay here. We never exchanged more than a few words and he probably was smart enough to notice that I hated his guts.
"What do you want?" I asked him in a rude manner, trying to show him that I had no intention of playing nice.
"Well, sorry for wasting your time, I just needed to talk with you about something... Are you okay? I think that you've seen better days, Hikitani." There it was, Hayama's kindness, how wonderful. I felt like a girl, my heart beating faster, I just wanted to be honest with him and tell how much I hated him for being a fake person who had everything.
"Huh? The idol of our school is worried about scum like me? I feel honored, honestly." I couldn't control myself at this point. For some reason he was laughing and that was annoying, so I went straight to the point, "Look let's not act like we are best friends or something disgusting like that. There's no pointing in lying to you, we're both rotten apples... I had a fight because that's what delinquents do, so what? Anyways, I survived, but to be honest, it's more troublesome to deal with your type, so just tell me what you want and let's end this."
"You don't need to be so hostile... I just asked it because there were people worried about you in our class, we both know that we don't get along well. Since no one saw you at school, people started speculating stuff. Anyways, I wanted to ask if you know about the Dollars site, which was based on a light novel." [5] Instead of his irritating smiley face, Hayama now wore a serious expression, finally dropping the friendly act.
"Tch, of course I know. I might not be a cool kid like you, but I do love my novels." Why am I trying to make my situation less miserable? Even Hayama became uncomfortable, scratching his head sheepishly while nodding in pity. "So, what about it?"
"Yeah, you see, yesterday as usual, me and some of our classmates joined a chat room for people who supposedly live in Chiba and then, a creepy guy joined our chat and started saying weird crap like 'This city isn't safe anymore', but that wasn't the worse. Here, check this." As he tried to explain the situation to me, he extended his expensive phone towards me.
Picking up his phone with a huge amount of curiosity I looked at the screen and noticed that he wanted me to see some type of image. No, it wasn't an image, it was a print screen of the mentioned chat and I started reading the messages sent by this guy that used 'Shark-kun' as his nickname: "Chiba is doomed! There have been a lot of crimes on the news recently... Better be careful on the streets, people might find some gangsters, scary~" After a couple of replies from some angry users and just before getting banned from the room, our fellow suspect left another message, "I'm serious guys D: Even the mighty Gaya won't be using his left wing for some weeks... Check for yourselves if you don't believe me. No one is safe! ^^"
My body froze and I was so nervous that I couldn't stop shaking. This was no coincidence, this was probably the bastard that attacked me with that baseball bat. Who is he? What does he want? He was bragging about what he had done to me and at the same he left a warning to the others. This bitch!
Just before losing all focus, Hayama decided to intervene, "I knew that this person was talking about you, especially after noticing that you had skipped school. Hey, are you okay, Hikigaya? Why do you have that look of glee? Stop smiling like that, this is not a joke!"
I gave him a confused look. I wasn't smiling or happy about this situation, at least that was what I thought. Deciding to ignore his kindness, I quickly tapped on the screen of his phone and sent the image to my email address. I handed over his phone and quickly stood up, "Your idiotic sense of kindness was handy this time, but don't worry, this has nothing to do with you."
Just before turning his back on him, I noticed that he had a gloomy look on his face, his expression was much colder than before and he finally decided to speak his mind, "You're an idiot if you think that you can handle everything alone. I won't force you to accept my help, but you should rely more on other people. Just be careful with those guys and avoid Haruno if you can... She seemed to be quite fond of you and that's never a good thing."
Is that some type of advice or a warning? Hayama's words were definitely much sharper than usual and for a moment I was curious to know more about this cold side of him. Anyways, deciding to not let curiosity guide me, I left the shop and went my way.
Wouldn't it be much easier if life was like a game where we could load up a save file and go back to a point where you could alter your choices? I wondered many times if my life would change if I had taken different actions.
The answer was probably a fat no. Some people said that humans were supposed to mess up so that they could learn with their mistakes. The ones who believed in religion and in the occult always blamed their cursed fate.
I was a realist, even if I was slowly starting to become a major liar. Most of the times I put the blame on my family for all the unlucky crap that had happened to me, but in reality I knew that I was the one at fault.
Even if I tried to be proud of who I was, I always felt guilty for not being able to become a better person. I had definitely made many wrong choices, but I was too adamant and stubborn to admit my mistakes. I had regretted many of my choices, but there was no going back. My life itself was the epitome of regrets.
"...You need to learn how to assume responsibilities...You have no other choice Hachiman..." Those words that my grandfather said started to replay continuously on my head, making me feel even worse. Yes, I was a coward that hated the idea of committing himself to something.
I hated everything and I was fully aware of how wrong I was and made me even angrier. The world was a bigger perpetrator than I was, always toying around with the ones that didn't deserved it.
Life was a daily battle of survival. It was full of wars, poverty, misery, discrimination and many other stuff that affected the most unfortunate. This world was merciless and only the victors were allowed to survive and succeed in life. What a merciless and terrible world, but I still found it wonderful and also very beautiful. [6] I was a twisted bastard.
Suddenly, I felt a slight touch on my shoulder and turned my head towards the girl who was calling my attention, "What are you doing here, idiot? You were supposed to be at home resting onii-chan." She was right, what was I doing here at the gate of my sister's school? It was cold outside and my head was feeling too light, but above all I just wanted to go home, sit around all day doing nothing. However, above all my superficial selfishness, I wanted to guarantee that my sister was fine.
"Tch, is that the way you treat your wounded brother? I was feeling lonely and decided to pick you up." Technically, I wasn't lying to her, yet, which was a nice start.
Grabbing my right arm in a hurry, Komachi started guiding me home like I was a stray cat, "You shouldn't have come. It looks like you're about to pass out. What would Komachi do without her worthless onii-chan? Kyaah! I bet that scored a lot of points~" Despite looking cheerful as ever, I noted that she had a different look on her cute face. She was also avoiding me, which was starting to make our travel a bit awkward.
"...You seem kinda troubled about something. Hey, onii-chan, what happened to you?" There it was, Detective Komachi at her best. Just from this little interaction that we had, she managed to notice that her brother was acting strange, what a terrifying little lady.
"Nothing at all... I mean, I told you yesterday, right? I just had a brief meeting with Death, nothing to worry about. I was careless and got involved in another accident, just like what happened during Middle School. They say that we learn from failure, not from success. So, based on that assumption, what happened to me was like a blessing in disguise. Maybe this was a way to alert me that living a boring, monotone life where nothing happens might be something good. In the other hand, if nothing happens then that means there might possibly be a storm brewing up soon." [7]
After spitting out those confusing words, Komachi finally looked me in the eyes, with an expression that I couldn't understand. She seemed surprised or even offended. "What's wrong, onii-chan?" She said in concern.
"Well, you know... Nothing happened, I've told you already everything that there is to know." I was hoping that she would just end this conversation here.
However, she was unfazed. She completely ignored my stupid logic and once again said, "Hey, did you know? You normally say ridiculous stuff onii-chan, but when something's wrong you wear this tough look on your face and you end up saying things that are even more pointless than usual?"
Her criticism was harsh, but precise enough to actually hurt my feelings, but was at this moments that I could sense that she was also a Hikigaya. It was true that most of the time I adopted this tough façade, in order to protect myself. I also said pointless stuff most of the time, but that was due to my poor communication skills. These said skills would always vanish under pressure and I would always ramble like an old man boasting about his past.
"This accident... Was this related to our family in some way? Were you attacked?" Despite her slow pace, I continued to walk in silence while listening to her. She was really a smart girl, too smart for her own good. I didn't want her to learn about the cruelty of this world.
"...Did they say anything?" When I said this I was clearly mentioning Kawasaki and Hiratsuka, the two that somehow got involved in this mess.
"Nope, nothing at all and that's why this is strange." She understood perfectly what I meant to say. "You probably noticed that their kindness wouldn't allow them to talk about those things without your consent, right? I just know that something isn't right." In a quick dash, Komachi got ahead of me and turned around to face me, eyeing my reaction.
Living together for a long time and knowing so much about each other meant that there would be things that the both of us would notice even without speaking a word, be it good things or bad things. I liked this about our relationship, we were really close, but at the same time this was a pain in the ass. I didn't want her to notice this type of situation, since I was a faithful believer that ignorance was bliss.
"...Nothing out of the ordinary happened." After I answered her with empty words, Komachi continued to look at me in silence, tilting her head dubiously with a weak smile. She was trying to break through my façade, but I couldn't back down now. Her serious posture demanded an honest response from me, but I couldn't break now. At this point she was starting to get a little annoying.
Normally I wouldn't mind this type of nosy reaction, but this time this was something that I wasn't prepared to share. Even if I tried to act like I always did, Komachi consciously tried to make me tell the truth and that made me explode, "...Enough of this! You're being annoying."
My words were hostile and cold. Komachi dropped her head for a second, but immediately looked back in my direction with tears in her eyes and her shoulders shaking, "W-What's with that tone of yours!? I was worried about you... I was thinking that this time you would disappear from my side and I was a mess. I wanted to see you onii-chan and that's how you act? Fine, I won't ask about it anymore, but I know that you're lying to me!"
I sighed and with my right arm I pushed her close to me, trying to hug her as best as I could with my unhurt arm. She tried to resist, but eventually she pressed her head against my chest and cried a little more, while pounding my back in a frustrated way.
"...I'm sorry, Komachi. Onii-chan won't leave you, ever, okay? I'm sorry for being rude, but this is something that I'm not comfortable to share with you. I promise to tell you the truth once I'm ready, but for now let's both be happy that I'm fine." She left my embrace and started to walk quickly ahead of me.
"…Something did happen, stupid, worthless onii-chan!" She was mad at me, I could tell that her insults this time were supposed to hurt. "Just don't make me worry like that again... I need my worthless brother. You're such an ass, idiot, Hachiman!" I smiled a bit at her cute reaction, even if she seemed angry with me, I knew that she was happy to know that I was too worried about her to trust her with my problems. I was an overprotective brother, maybe even a siscon.
Everyone had something they held dear, something they never wanted to lose. That was why I was ready to pretend, hide the truth and lie, in order to protect my sister. If needed, I would even kill someone who dared to hurt Komachi. Anyways, that was too dark and I felt like I was beginning to get trapped inside a horror anime. There was no need to be so radical, at least for now.
[1] – One of the most used quotes of Kamijou Touma, 'Fukōda!' – Toaru Majutsu no Index series.
[2] – Isaac and Miria, the charismatic couple of Baccano.
[3] – Reference to the forced relationship between Raku and Chitoge – Nisekoi.
[4] – Reference to Shuu Tsukiyama, the eccentric man of Tokyo Ghoul.
[5] – Reference to Durarara! and the IRL website that is amazingly well done.
[6] – Adaptation of one of my favorite quotes from Mikasa Ackerman, the heroine of Attack on Titan.
[7] – A famous quote of Abraham 'Bram' Stoker, an author who created the Dracula novel.