The Hikigaya couple's youthful love story is definitely not a problem.

What does it matter? Maybe you misheard. Hachiman waved his hand dismissively.

No, this is important because I've seen this original manuscript before.

As Yukino said those words, her entire body relaxed.

I've seen this original manuscript before, in a dream.

What?! Yahachiman's eyes widened in disbelief.

So, does that mean Hikigaya-kun is like me?

I kept having that dream the week before the opening ceremony.

In other words, Yukinoshita, did you also dream about what happened after our second year of high school, just like me? Hachiman, who had been keeping this matter to himself, suddenly learned that the other person involved was the same as him. Even though he was unusually calm when facing Hiratsuka Shizuka's fist, Hachiman could not suppress his expression at this moment.

It seems I was right, Hikigaya-kun. Although I can't remember some of the details, I will never forget that immersive feeling.

Yukinoshita let out a soft breath, her tone carrying a gentleness she herself was unaware of.

That also included the fact that before the final "um" could be fully uttered, the girl standing quietly opposite covered his mouth, feeling the warm touch on his lips and the unique fragrance emanating from the snow.

Hachiman recalled that scene, whether it was a dream or a real future, and the girl in front of him was incredibly beautiful in a white kimono.

Her face held a coolness different from when they first met, tinged with a slight blush, and her eyes revealed a tenderness she had never shown to anyone else.

The image in his memory gradually overlapped with the lovely girl in front of him, and Hachiman couldn't help but reach out to touch Yukino's cheek.

Unexpectedly, Yukino, as serene as a solitary orchid in a secluded valley, did not evade or slap Hachiman's hand away, but simply allowed him to caress her flawless cheek.

The moment Hachiman's hand touched Yukino's cheek, it seemed as if everything in the world stopped. Even the slightly noisy early summer breeze seemed reluctant to disturb the perfect couple, pausing its gentle caress of the leaves.

Several minutes passed before Yukino snapped out of her daze at the familiar touch. Instantly, it felt as if all the blood in her body rushed to her fair face. She took a few steps back and delivered a clean and swift spinning kick to Hachiman, who was still in shock.

Just before losing consciousness, Hachiman saw white cotton panties again. This must be the second time today. Hachiman thought to himself, "Ugh." Hachiman rubbed his swollen cheeks and opened his eyes.

The familiar ceiling.

He slowly sat up, picked up the ice pack that had fallen to the side of the bed as he got up. "This seems to be Yukino's bed," he said, looking at the familiar Mr. Pan dolls on the bed.

Hissed as he spoke, causing his wound to aggravate his pain. He quickly reapplied the ice pack.

"Why is this girl so rough?" Hachiman was thinking when he heard the door open. He turned around and saw Yukino in her pajamas.

"Oh, you're awake. It seems Hachiman is quite resilient. I thought you were going to be unconscious until tomorrow." Yukino, who had just entered, paused for a moment before speaking after seeing Hachiman wake up.

"Why did you suddenly kick me?!" Hachiman asked, noticing the faint smile on Yukino's face.

No matter how you treat a guy who suddenly attacks a girl, it's not excessive. If it weren't for our friendship, you, Hikigaya-kun, would be spending the rest of your life in prison right now.

So you just knocked me unconscious and took me to your house? Can I assume this was a female pervert trying to kidnap me?

No, this is not a kidnapping. I have already called Komachi and told her that you will be staying at my place tonight.

Yukino was holding Hachiman's phone and playing with it. Komachi's tone at the time sounded really surprised, as if she had woken up early in the morning and found that Earth had already entered the interstellar age.

If a guy who doesn't even have any friends suddenly gets a girl call on his cell phone saying she wants him to stay overnight, I'd be surprised too, okay?

Alright, enough with the chit-chat. The reason I brought you back, Hikigaya-kun, is to discuss that dream and our future relationship.

One

Having just finished my math exam and then being dragged out to dinner by my friends, I started writing as soon as I got home.

When I was halfway through writing, I felt my mind was being overwhelmed by the sugar, so I wanted to chat with my girlfriend, only to find out that there was an eight-hour time difference and she was still fast asleep in bed.

My heart is aching so much.

Overall, this story is just to satisfy my girlfriend and me's expectations for the final ending of Hachiyuki, so there won't be any stomach medicine that's become the mainstream in book lovers lately. There will only be some cloyingly sweet stuff plus some of my girlfriend and me's daily life.

So you can watch it with complete peace of mind.

Also, since I'm still writing while preparing for my college entrance exam, could you please give me some recommendation votes?

Chapter Six: His and Her Youth Remained Unchanged

"What's so great about being a genius?" Hachiman turned to look at the clock on the wall, decorated with Mr. Pan's image. "It's already 1:30 in the morning. We can talk about it tomorrow. I'm going to sleep."

What are you sleeping for? You just woke up, get up now.

Yukino suddenly realized that this was her bed, and Hachiman, who had lain down again, was sleeping in his usual spot, even burying his head in the pillow and smelling the lingering scent of Yukino's hair.

Yukino blushed instantly and, with lightning speed, kicked off her slippers and jumped onto the bed.

This is my bed. If you want to sleep in the living room, there's a sofa there.

Seriously, you're the one who brought me back, not the one who shamelessly insisted on coming to your house. Why should I sleep on the sofa?

Hachiman's muffled voice came from under the pillow, his nostrils filled with a familiar fragrance.

"No, you're sleeping here, so do you expect me to sleep on the sofa?" Yukino reached out her porcelain-white hand to push Hachiman off the bed, but despite being proficient in Aikido, it didn't give the slender girl much strength.

So Yukino turned around and gently kicked Hachiman with her carefully maintained feet, trying to get him off her bed. Her round toes were as soft and delicate as pearls, but because the girl was physically weak, the blue veins on her shockingly white insteps were clearly visible.

However, it did not add any flaws to these perfect feet; on the contrary, it made people want to hold them in their arms and take good care of them.

To everyone's surprise, Hachiman's body was as if nailed to the bed, and no matter how hard Yukino tried, she couldn't move him an inch.

Enraged, Yukino kicked Hachiman in the face and rubbed her feet lightly against it. But Hachiman suddenly turned his head, his hot breath spraying through his nostrils onto Yukino's delicate soles, and then, as if in a wicked mood, lightly licked them with his tongue.

Yukino, who had never experienced such stimulation before, suddenly felt her body go weak and collapsed on the bed, glaring fiercely at Hachiman, like a kitten that had lost the ability to resist and could only use its fur to hide its panic.

Hachiman used the corner of his robe to wipe the drool off Yukino Ren's feet, then reached out and straightened Yukino's position, placing her less than ten centimeters away from him.

Gently lift Yukino's head back from where she was looking away, making her meet his gaze. "Can you stop looking at me like that? Your dead fish eyes are really disgusting."

As he spoke, he got up and asked, "Where are you going if you're not going to sleep?" Hachiman watched Yukino walk out of the room, puzzled.

Go get something to improve your dead fish eyes, wait for me.

Yukino turned around, smiled at Hachiman, and then opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

After waiting a short while, Yukino walked in holding a pair of black-rimmed non-porous glasses.

Okay, give it a try.

Yukino handed the glasses in her hand to Hachiman.

Uh, Hachiman took it and put it on, but then he heard Yukino exclaim in surprise.

what happened?

It's nothing.

Yukino blushed when she saw Hachiman wearing glasses. Hachiman blinked suspiciously, then yawned wearily.

It's already 2 AM, time to go to sleep.

Hachiman took off his glasses and handed them to Yukino. "No need, I don't need them, so I'll give them to you. It's getting late, and if you don't go to sleep, you won't have any energy tomorrow." As soon as he finished speaking, Yukino rubbed her eyes, feeling a little sleepy.

Nodding, Yukino took another thin blanket from the cabinet next to her and quietly spread it on the bed.

After taking off her shoes, Yukino lazily climbed into bed and lay quietly not far from Hachiman. After saying goodnight to Hachiman, Yukino turned her back to him and closed her sleepy eyes.

Goodnight, Snowfall.

After greeting Yukino, Hachiman closed his eyes.

In the early morning, when Yukino woke up, it was already seven o'clock. Due to her physical condition, Yukino always woke up in the morning feeling groggy and grumpy due to low blood sugar.

His cold gaze was fixed on Hachiman, who was sneakily crawling over him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. It's just that you have to go this way to get out. If you want to sleep, then go ahead. I'll call you when breakfast is ready."

Hachiman looked at Yukino awkwardly and said.

Upon hearing this, Yukino simply closed her eyes and drifted back into sleep.

When Yukino opened her eyes again, she found Hachiman standing in front of her with a bowl of sweetened rice porridge. "Drink it quickly!"

Yukino, who had been squinting and slowly finishing her congee, finally became a little more awake.

Go wash up and change your clothes, get ready to go to school.

Hachiman said to Yukino, who had a satisfied expression on her face.

Okay, okay, you're so annoying, just like an old man.

Yukino, holding her school uniform, glared at Hachiman: "What are you trying to do? Do you expect me to change clothes in front of you?"

So Hachiman had no choice but to turn around and walk outside.

I waited idly outside for several minutes, but Yukino never came out.

So Hachiman gently knocked on the bedroom door. "Are you ready yet? You're going to be late."

With a click, Yukino slowly opened the door, but only her head peeked out. She asked me to get her underwear, which was hanging on the balcony; I forgot to take it last night.

Hachiman scratched his chin, then turned and walked towards the balcony.

Upon opening the balcony door, one is greeted by a variety of lingerie.

However, regardless of whether the material is cotton or lace, and regardless of the variety of styles, they are all high-end products, and the most direct feeling they give is the close fit to the skin when held in the hand.

Holding two seemingly matching sets of underwear, a light green bra and panties with lace flowers embellished at the edges, Hachiman deliberately ignored the thongs drying nearby and walked towards Yukino's boudoir with the two pieces in his hands.

She gently knocked on the door and handed the underwear in; the sensation of the fabric brushing against her arms was even more comfortable than the fabric itself.

After Yukino tidied her clothes, she placed Hachiman's glasses, which he had left on the bedside table, on his nose. Yukino then took out a pair of unopened black over-the-knee stockings from the closet and sat on the sofa in the living room, slowly pulling the stockings up and smoothing out the wrinkles caused by wearing them.

Wearing slippers, Yukino walked around the living room and found that she was not feeling unwell. So she put on her little leather shoes in the entryway and walked out of the apartment with Hachiman.

Unlike before, Hachiman today is not the same as usual. With his dead fish eyes covered by glasses, he is a handsome guy whose looks are no less than Hayama's. Therefore, he has attracted the attention of countless girls from Yukinoshita's house to Soubu High School.

When the girls saw Yukino walking side by side with Hachiman, they all looked away.

Just as Hachiman and Yukino were about to step into the school gate, they heard, "Hachiman, Yukino, wait for me!" So Hachiman and Yukino turned around at the same time and saw a pink dumpling running towards them while waving.

Chapter Seven: The Real Yukino Yukinoshita

As the pink-haired girl ran, the buns on her head and chest swayed precariously, proclaiming their not-so-weak presence.

Yui ran over to Yukino and Hachiman and breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey, what a coincidence~ Yukino and Hachiman, I never expected to meet you here."

"Ah, good morning, Yui-san. I just met him too. It's quite a coincidence." Yukino's face showed no sign of lying as she smiled and said to Yui.

Just then, Yui noticed Hachiman's eye twitching. Oh, Hachiman looks so handsome today.