Crossover anime, Hachiman's childhood friend's growth diary

Crossover Anime, Hachiman's Childhood Friend's Growth Diary Author: Kaka Monster

Bad news: Hachiman got hit by a car on his way to school. Good news: he time-traveled, and ended up back in his elementary school days six years ago.

In his second life, Hachiman decides to avoid six years of detours and immediately become a lone wolf!

However, upon arriving at the classroom, he was surprised to find several unfamiliar faces—

Nijika Ichi: Didn't Hikigaya promise to be friends for life?

Ichinose Motoyo: If it weren't for Hikigaya-kun, wow!

Hanami Anna: I think of you every day while you're gone.

"No, you guys have to be so serious about things when they're only in elementary school!"

Includes works such as: *Lonely Rock*, *A Silent Voice*, *Mygo*, *Saekano: How to Raise a Boring Girlfriend*...

001 Hachiman still has no presence.

Hachiman never imagined that on his first day of high school, he would be hit by a car because of a dachshund.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he had traveled through time.

Fortunately, he was not reborn into a war-torn other world, and apart from his original age, the transmigration did not have too many effects on him.

That's right, Hachiman traveled back to when he was nine years old.

When Hachiman realized this, he felt a little regretful deep down. Even a dark goblin like him harbored a great dream of wandering the world with a sword.

On the other hand, at least he didn't have to risk his life to survive, or be forced by the king to embark on a journey to defeat the Demon King.

He is currently in the third grade of elementary school. At this time, Hachiman exudes a youthful but vibrant energy. Like other children his age, he is immersed in a carefree childhood. He loves to laugh and play, and he is especially fond of playing in the mud.

With a mental age of 15, Hachiman naturally wasn't interested in mud, not to mention that playing with mud required seniority; being only a third-grader, he could only play with the mud that the older students had played with.

Indeed, social hierarchy has always existed.

Realizing this, Hachiman cut through the mud at lightning speed and returned home alone.

After returning home, Hachiman aimlessly gestured in front of the mirror.

Is this you?

Hachiman: Yes, that is indeed me.

Actually, he wasn't quite used to those bright, piercing eyes, feeling that they ruined his original powerful aura. But it wasn't a big problem; at least he had grasped the basic temperament.

That said, according to the pacing of time-travel novels, shouldn't a system have arrived by now?

Or is his presence so inconspicuous that even the system didn't notice him?

Haha, I don't think that kind of thing will happen, right?

It can not be!

...Damn gods, I will never forgive you!

"Onii-chan is acting really strange today."

At the bathroom door, six-year-old Komachi Hikigaya, biting her finger, peered curiously at her older brother.

Hachiman turned his head and almost stumbled.

Oh my god, Komachi is just too cute!

Although Komachi, a second-year junior high student, is also very interesting, little girls of this age have a unique charm, especially their rosy cheeks and little hands. I really want to pick them up and give them a good rub.

Hachiman felt his health bar was about to be depleted, so he quickly shook his head, forced himself to calm down, and then squatted down to hold Komachi's arm in his hand.

"Komachi, you can't eat your hands, it's very unhygienic."

"Oh."

"Hachiman, come out and eat! After you eat, I'll take you to school!"

In the living room, Hachiman's father was shouting loudly.

At this time, Hikigaya's parents were not as strict with him as they were in his previous life. They often cared about his grades and how he was doing at school. However, after Komachi enrolled in school, this concern completely shifted.

Fortunately, Hachiman didn't care about these things; on the contrary, he felt that he had gained a great deal of freedom because of them.

"Komachi, let's go out for dinner."

He was in a good mood. After breakfast, the brother and sister rode together in the old Santana owned by the Hikigaya family, swaying and bumping, to school.

After getting off the bus, Hachiman's parents left him aside and eagerly took commemorative photos of their daughter's first day of school.

Meanwhile, Hachiman, who was placed in Play, had his hands in his pockets and exuded an aura of dominance that was not typical of elementary school students. Perhaps it was the instinct triggered by the human camera, but he subconsciously hid in a less crowded corner and looked around. However, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a scene that puzzled him.

Did I go to school here before?

The name of the building is engraved on the rectangular marble: Haneoka Elementary School. His memories of the past are somewhat hazy, but Hachiman is not so forgetful as to forget the name of the school.

"Perhaps it's the butterfly effect brought about by time travel."

After taking the commemorative photos, Hikigaya first took Komachi to the school building where the first-year students were located, and patiently told her to stay away from those carefree boys before reluctantly leaving.

Oh no, I forgot which class it was...

Halfway there, Hachiman realized he didn't remember his third-year class. Just as he was about to turn around to check the class assignment list, he suddenly heard voices behind him.

"Hachiman, class is about to start, where are you going?"

Dude, who are you...?

After carefully observing the unfamiliar face, half a second later, the other person's name appeared in Hachiman's mind: "I'm sorry, Takeuchi-sensei."

Mr. Takeuchi was his elementary school homeroom teacher. He was a tall, young teacher who usually wore flat-rimmed glasses and gave off a very refined and scholarly vibe.

However, Hachiman didn't detect any concern in the other person's tone; he only sensed the impatient urging in their voice.

Ugh, the thought that it's Monday and I'll have to spend another five days with these noisy elementary school students is probably what's making me so irritable. Takeuchi-sensei, I won't blame you, after all, this is what a corporate slave should be like.

Hikigaya inwardly understood Takeuchi.

However, he also noticed that behind Takeuchi-sensei was a girl with her head down, her short flaxen hair obscuring her expression, and she seemed to be wearing a strange ornament by her ear.

"If you don't want to be late on the first day, stop standing there daydreaming."

Just then, Takeuchi-sensei gave a reprimand and then ignored Hikigaya, striding forward.

Hikigaya remained silent, instinctively taking a half-step back, then slowing his pace and obediently following behind the mysterious girl.

He is observing.

Seemingly sensing Hachiman's curious gaze, the girl suddenly turned around, a sweet, angelic smile spreading across her lovely face.

"Ni Hao!"

At that moment, Hachiman finally realized that what the little girl was wearing was not an ornament, but a hearing aid to amplify the sound. His heart suddenly clenched, but then he gently relaxed it.

"...Hello."

classroom.

Hachiman was glad that his seat was assigned to the last row, so he could openly slack off or sleep.

Unlike junior high schools, which are already somewhat competitive, primary school discipline is relatively relaxed. So, if a student takes a nap or daydreams in class, teachers will assume that this is normal behavior for a primary school student.

Of course, as long as you're brave enough, you can still sleep in the front row, but Hachiman doesn't want to attract attention.

As long as you understand each teacher's bottom line, you can slack off in any class. This is Hachiman's unique experience. However, there are exceptions, but such teachers are rare, and you might only encounter one a week.

002 Nishinomiya Glass

"Well, I'll still be your homeroom teacher this year, and I hope we can work together happily throughout the year."

On the podium, Professor Takeuchi spoke in a very businesslike manner, as if he had been forced by his superiors to give a speech at a meeting.

Wow, how can this teacher say that? It seems he really intends to treat these elementary school students as work colleagues. I doubt he could even maintain such a fair and impartial work attitude.

Hikigaya couldn't help but complain inwardly.

After explaining the precautions, Ms. Takeuchi patted the mysterious transfer student on the shoulder: "We have a transfer student in our class today. Now, please introduce yourself."

All eyes were now focused on the mysterious transfer student. The girl nervously pulled a notebook from her red backpack, on which were written in beautiful handwriting:

"Nice to meet you, my name is Nishimiya Shoko."

"I want to make friends with everyone through this notebook. When you speak to me, please write it down in this notebook."

"I can't hear anything."

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Amidst the lively discussion among the students, the transfer student's brief self-introduction came to an end.

After Nishimiya Shoko finished speaking, Takeuchi-sensei added some supplementary information.

Hikigaya, sitting in the last row, listened attentively. The girl, named Nishimiya Shoko, had a hearing impairment since childhood due to physiological reasons, which also caused her to speak somewhat unclearly.

Nishimiya Shoko's mother had to take her away from her original school because of her work, which broke her social circle and forced her to readjust to a new school life.

Even so, the child seemed to be trying very hard to get along with his classmates.

Nishimiya Shoko's seat was far from Hikigaya's, and due to the natural novelty of the transfer student, students immediately surrounded her after the first class.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, Nishimiya Shoko tirelessly used her brand-new notebook to communicate with everyone, making several "good friends" in just a few minutes.

Yes, he accomplished in an instant what Hachiman couldn't do in several years.

What a joy.

Hikigaya glanced at it, resting his chin on his hand, and seeing that nothing unexpected had happened, he quickly lost interest in observing further and curled up into a sleeping position.

"Da da."

Hachiman was just getting sleepy when he was woken up by someone.

He opened his eyes to see who was so clueless, but instead saw Nishimiya Shoko standing in front of him with a notebook.

The girl's fluffy hair looked very soft, and the neat lines suggested it had just been trimmed. She also smelled of milk shower gel.

The nine-year-old girl had no sense of propriety; she stood very close, and Hachiman could even see the other's long eyelashes.

"What's the matter?"

Hikigaya instinctively wanted to escape, but then he remembered Nishimiya Shoko's special circumstances and wrote something in the blank space of the book.

"what"

Nishimiya Shoko tilted her head slightly, holding the notebook to her chest expectantly, and opened it to a page: "Hello, could you tell me your name?"

"Hikigaya Hachiman."

After Hachiman finished speaking, he took out a pen and wrote in the book again. At this moment, a boy next to him suddenly came over and said in surprise.

"What? You weren't called Big Penguin all along!"

Tsk, so this nickname has been around since elementary school? He thought it was from middle school!

"Compared to geese?"

Nishimiya Shoko repeated in her slurred accent.

"Pretty much, call me whatever you like."

Whether it's called Hachiman or Penguin, it's just a nickname. Hachiman, who doesn't expect to become friends with his classmates, doesn't care what others call him.

"If there's nothing else, I want to go to sleep."

He wanted to kick people out.

The sudden cold tone seemed to startle Nishimiya Shoko. She rallied herself and quickly flipped to the last page of her notebook, where the words "I'm sorry" were written in large, neat handwriting.

"No, I'm not angry with you..."

"Hikigaya..."

Nishimiya Shoko tried her best to pronounce it, and although there were still some deviations, she didn't mispronounce it.

The girl's earnest yet humble demeanor left Hachiman at a loss for words: "So, is there anything else?"