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

Ryo Yamada couldn't sit still any longer. She pretended to be angry and slammed her hand on the table. Then, with a serious expression, she explained to Nijika and Shoko Nishimiya that being in a band wasn't just a hobby for delinquents or bad girls.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I had some misunderstandings before."

Nijika readily admitted her mistake, and upon hearing this, Hachiman, who had been secretly observing, spoke up:

"By the way, are you free this weekend?"

"Hey, does Hachiman want to hang out with us?" Nijika immediately turned around. "I'm free this weekend, actually. I've been super bored lately because I haven't had anything to do!"

“I have to practice piano on weekends, but if Hachiman asks me for help, I can consider it.”

"I'm sorry, I need to go to the hospital for a check-up this weekend."

The three girls gave their respective answers. Hachiman ignored Yamada Ryo's flirtatious remarks and turned to face Nijika and Nishimiya Shoko, saying:

"I have a feasible suggestion. Since Ichiji wants to understand real bands, why don't we just go and see a live performance?"

“That makes a lot of sense.” Hongxia thought for a moment. “But the key issue now is that I don’t know where there are band performances. Should I ask my sister and the others for help?”

“Miss Hoshika is probably training hard right now, so we'd better not disturb them.” Hachiman shook his head first, then smiled knowingly. “Actually, I happen to know a place where we can hear a band playing.”

"Budokhan?"

Yamada Ryo blurted out an incredible word, which immediately stunned the others, who excitedly asked her about the origins of the martial arts dojo.

"Hey, that's enough. We can't afford to go to a martial arts gym."

Hachiman made a helpless remark, then, without trying to keep them in suspense, went straight to the point and expressed his meaning.

"And if you just want to get a basic understanding, going to a LiveHouse is actually more convenient than a professional venue like a Budokan."

"Lai Fu House?"

Nishimiya Shoko tilted her head cutely, while Nijika, who was standing next to her, seemed to have thought of something and clapped her hands vigorously.

"Ah, I remember now, LiveHouse is where my sister hangs out all day long!"

144 H-rank heroes

Miss Xingge, how many bad things have you done lately, and how much unreasonable prejudice have you left for your sister?

While silently complaining to himself, Hachiman clarified that LiveHouse wasn't some strange place.

"Although LiveHouses are always built in inconspicuous places, they are actually very safe, and you will only encounter those shady people in very rare cases."

"Is that so?"

After clearing up the misunderstanding, Hongxia murmured something.

The LiveHouse I went to last time was personally certified by Ijichi Hoshika, and the environment was very clean, so there shouldn't be any problems.

The only thing that worries Hachiman now is how kids like them can get into a LiveHouse smoothly.

"Oh...right, there's one more thing. Does any of your parents have free time this weekend? If it's just the few of us, we won't be able to get in; an adult must accompany us."

Even so, Hikigaya knew that Nishimiya Shoko and Yamada Ryo's parents both worked on weekends, so it was difficult for them to find the time. Only Nijika's mother might have the time.

As he expected, Nishimiya Shoko and Yamada Ryo both showed disappointed expressions upon hearing the question.

"I'll go back and ask my mom; she should be able to come with us this weekend!"

"Well, that's up to you."

Before the first class, the group finally finalized their weekend plans. As they returned to their seats, Nijika suddenly suggested that Hikigaya ask Nagasaki Motoyo during the lunch break if she wanted to go to a LiveHouse together.

Since there was no particular reason to refuse, Hachiman readily agreed.

When the last class of the morning ended, he strode out of the classroom and walked straight to the door of Class 4A.

Just like the third-grade kids, the classroom was noisy and chattering, giving Hachiman a headache.

As he approached the classroom door, Hikigaya intended to pretend to be passing by and casually check if Nagasaki Motoyo was in the classroom. However, he was immediately met with hostility from the students as soon as he appeared.

"You weirdo, what are you doing in our class? Get out of here!"

A chubby elementary school student walked up to Hachiman, his eyes full of rejection.

Okay, okay, I'll be right there...

Ignoring the other party's provocation, Hachiman secretly peeked inside, confirmed that Nagasaki Motoyo was not in the classroom, then naturally put his hands in his pockets and walked directly in another direction.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the door of the literary society's activity room.

"Boom."

"Please come in!"

"excuse me."

Pushing open the door, a pleasant scent wafted out. Hachiman carefully discerned that it was the smell of book pages mixed with a faint milky aroma.

Looking further inside, the girl inside the room seemed to be sitting in a chair, holding a piece of white paper in her hand. Because of the distance, he couldn't see what was written on it.

"...Oh, is that Hachiman Hikigaya-kun?"

Nagasaki Motoyo seemed to be quite frightened, and her body trembled involuntarily.

Uh, could it be that there's something strange on his face?

Hachiman touched his face to make sure there were no dead bugs or graffiti stuck to it, but to avoid further frightening the girl, he didn't go into the room and instead stood obediently at the door of the activity room.

"Nagasaki-san, are you free right now? I have something I'd like to discuss with you."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Hachiman noticed that the other person had deliberately hidden what they were writing behind their back and was tidying up the table in a very awkward posture. However, because they only had one hand, they were tidying up very slowly.

"Do you need help?"

"No!" Nagasaki Motoyo exclaimed in a panic, "Um, what I mean is, Hachiman-kun can stand there for now. The room hasn't been cleaned in a long time, so it's a bit messy."

Nagasaki Motoyo gripped the doorknob, her smile somewhat stiff.

Is it chaotic?

Hachiman peeked inside; the bookshelves were very neatly arranged, and the floor was clean, indicating that someone regularly came to clean it.

"Okay, then I'll wait at the door."

"Thank you."

Although he didn't know what kind of shady things were in the activity room, since the other party had said so, Hachiman obediently stood at the door and waited.

A few minutes later, the door to the activity room was reopened.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Nagasaki Motoyo, somewhat embarrassed, straightened her hair and then welcomed Hachiman into the house.

"Hey, how have the club activities been these past few days?"

"Ugh?"

Nagasaki Motoyo was stunned, probably not expecting that the moment she entered the door, she would be concerned about club matters.

Seeing this, Hachiman was also a little embarrassed.

He had originally planned to muster up the courage to invite everyone to a livehouse over the weekend, but for some reason, his words changed when he said them.

...Hmm, it must be because I didn't have lunch. I'll spend a little more money to add a pork chop later.

Just as Hachiman was struggling with the decision of having an extra lunch, Sose seemed to have regained her composure. She shook her head and said:

"Thanks to Hachiman's help, everything went very smoothly."

"No, actually I didn't do anything."

Just as Hachiman was about to sit down, a piece of writing paper slowly floated down from the other bookshelf and landed right in front of him.

This appears to be a short story titled "My Hero H." The author is not indicated, but the handwriting is very neat and legible, suggesting it was written by a girl.

Recalling the scene just now, Hachiman felt like he had guessed the author of this novel.

However, I didn't expect that Motoyo Nagasaki is also a fan of TWO. But is the rating wrong? There are no H-class heroes in the manga, right?

"Um, Hachiman, it's not what you think!"

The next moment, Nagasaki Motoyo, while explaining, picked up the manuscript paper from the ground with a flushed face, and then tightly pressed it to her heart for safekeeping.

"This is just a routine club activity, so..."

The other person's voice grew softer and softer, and Hachiman knew that if he didn't say something at this point, the atmosphere would really take a turn for the worse.

So his brain raced, and finally, with a forced smile, he said:

"Ah, um, it's a club activity... I just didn't expect Nagasaki-san to know about Greek mythology. The one with the H is Hercules, right? I like him too."

No, what am I even saying?!

As soon as he finished speaking, Hachiman regretted it, because even he himself didn't know what nonsense he was spouting.

Fortunately, after hearing these words, Nagasaki Motoyo's expression softened somewhat. She shook her head slightly and said softly:

"Not."

"What do you mean it isn't?"

Suddenly, Hachiman had a bad feeling, but it was too late when he tried to speak up to stop him.

"H stands for Hikigaya."

145 Father's Compensation

"Well!"

Looking at the other person, Hachiman slowly opened his mouth wide, feeling as if his heart had been pinched hard, followed by a faint, inexplicable surge of bitterness in his chest.

In Nagasaki Motoyo's eyes, was he a hero?

Wait a minute, what terrible thing did I do to give her this kind of illusion?

Could it be because they came in last place at the sports meet?

His eyes trembled slightly as Hachiman pondered the meaning of those words in disbelief. However, after calming down a bit, a hint of sympathy appeared in his eyes.

Hachiman, more than anyone else, knew the source of the hero's origins: everything had to be attributed to the incident involving Nagasaki Motoyo's father.

Although the other party was at fault first, after the previous setback, Nagasaki Motoyo must be in an environment lacking fatherly love.

In other words, she subconsciously regarded familiar men of the opposite sex as substitutes for her father, which led to her having this strange idea.

With this in mind, Hachiman took a deep breath, calmed his turbulent emotions, and prepared to forcefully change the subject to another topic.

"...Ahem, let's not talk about that for now. Nagasaki-kun, do you have any plans for this weekend?"

"Not for the weekend yet."

Perhaps still feeling shy, Nagasaki Motoyo kept her head down, avoiding looking Hachiman Hikigaya in the eye.

"Oh, I see. Itachi-kun asked us to go out this weekend, to places like LiveHouses. If you're free, you can come with us."

"LiveHouse?"

"It's a place to listen to music. Don't worry about tickets, we have special discounts."

Although the staff member named Gin said last time I went there that elementary school students like Hachiman could enter without paying, the sign at the entrance clearly states that LiveHouse has a special children's ticket policy.

Nagasaki Motoyo thought for a moment and quickly agreed, carefully placing the manuscript paper on her chest at the deepest part of the bookshelf.

Wait a minute, does that thing really have to be kept in the activity room? What if someone sees it...?

Hachiman watched this scene with trepidation. To avoid revealing his subtle emotions, he spoke again:

"By the way, how have things been at home these past few days?"

“Um…” Nagasaki Motoyo paused, unsure where to begin, “Mom is still as busy as ever, but she tries to make time for me as much as possible. As for Dad… I haven’t heard anything from him yet.”

Because of the mistakes he made before, Nagasaki Motoyo's father not only had to shoulder a huge debt, but was also strictly controlled. He even needed written permission to come and see his daughter.

but.

Hikigaya didn't sympathize with the other party's current situation; on the contrary, he felt that the other party had brought it upon himself. But on the other hand, the other party was, after all, Nagasaki Motoyo's father.

"I understand. How about we go out this weekend to change our mood?"