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

"Komachi."

Hearing the cheers from afar, Komachi immediately turned around, revealing a pair of cute little tiger teeth, and waved her hands to greet them in an energetic voice.

"Good afternoon, Onii-chan!"

Yeah, I feel so healed. It's so great to be able to go to the same school as Komachi!

Hikigaya wiped away the tears that were about to burst from the corners of his eyes.

"Onii-chan, want to go eat together?"

"OK..."

Before she finished speaking, three girls walked out from behind Komachi.

"Komachi-chan, who were you talking to just now?"

Hachiman's gaze swept over the group, and then he tactfully walked to the other side: "Um, Komachi, you guys go eat. Actually, Onii-chan secretly ate some snacks this morning, so he's not hungry yet."

"Ah, Onii-chan stole some! Komachi wants some too!"

Young Komachi was easily fooled.

"I just can't do anything with you." Hachiman pulled out a few mints and casually reminded her, "But Komachi has to promise Onii-chan that you can only eat them after lunch, okay?"

"Okay, Komachi got it. Thank you, Onii-chan!"

Several girls disappeared hand in hand around the corner of the corridor, but before they parted, he seemed to hear one of the girls whisper something like, "Komachi-chan's brother is quite handsome."

Hachiman thought it must be his imagination, since no one had ever said that before. Most people would laugh at his dead fish eyes as soon as they met him, and the word "handsome" was definitely not associated with him.

After wandering aimlessly around the school building for a while, guessing that Komachi and her group should have finished lunch, they headed towards the cafeteria.

The school cafeteria is divided into two areas. One area is where everyone gets their food, and the food is free, but the taste is hard to describe. In pursuit of health, only a small amount of salt and oil are used, and the cooking methods are mostly boiling and steaming. Such dishes may seem fresh for a short time, but who can stand eating them for six years?

Another place is the small shop set up in the school, which is specifically for students with spare change to buy some snacks after lunch.

Hikigaya, who is in elementary school, has very little pocket money, only 100 yen a day. However, he currently has a lot of things he wants to buy, so he can only save the 100 yen to eat at the free cafeteria.

He ordered a bowl of buckwheat noodles at the window. The portion was rather small, probably designed specifically for elementary school students.

You can ask for more if you're not full, but you'll have to pay for the second serving. And you absolutely cannot waste food; if you are caught wasting food, the homeroom teacher will be notified and you'll get a severe scolding.

Hachiman wasn't very hungry yet, so he ate slowly and leisurely. But as he was eating, a soft, sweet voice sounded from beside him.

"Excuse me, are you Hachiman Hikigaya?"

Yes, yes, I am Hachiman Hikigaya.

Hachiman answered instantly in his mind.

Looking back, long brown hair first catches the eye, with a white headband on the smooth strands. The girl has fair skin, and her slightly downturned eyes give her a more mature look than her peers.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Excuse me, I disturbed your meal." After receiving the reply, the girl seemed a little reserved: "Hachigaya-kun, um, do you remember the Literature Club?"

Hachiman got goosebumps instantly.

Dead memories begin to resurface.

Scenes from that time began to play in Hachiman's mind.

When he first enrolled, Hachiman joined five clubs in one go because he longed for a rosy campus life, dreaming that there would always be a place where he could use his talents.

But just a few months later, his dream was ruthlessly shattered. He was not good at either sports or art, not to mention that the guys he joined in the club had basically been learning since kindergarten.

While listening to other members of the club share their experiences and insights about their hobbies, Hachiman, who knew nothing, became completely invisible and never went to the club's activity room again.

The Literature Department is somewhat special; he does study literary works, but his research direction is rather peculiar.

Everyone has some strange quirks, and Hachiman had a particular fondness for so-called dark literature since elementary school. Dark literature, simply put, is a story in which the protagonist suddenly awakens evil abilities and, while preventing himself from being swallowed by darkness, uses black magic and other powers to defeat the villains.

Looking back now, it was a classic case of teenage angst.

Hikigaya remembers clearly that in the second month after joining the Literature Club, he covered his right eye with an eye patch and wrapped his left hand with a tattered bandage. However, when he went to the club, he accidentally witnessed the club members making fun of him.

"Hey, do you guys know that guy called Hachiman?"

"I know, I know, it's that kid with the pointy head who likes to act cool when he walks and talks, what's wrong with him?"

"That guy went to school with his eye wrapped in bandages today. Someone kindly asked him what happened to his eye, and he actually said it was because he was trying to forget you. That's just unbelievable..."

Hikigaya's young mind was hit like a nuclear explosion at that time.

That very night, he sealed all the dark literature under his bed and sold it to a secondhand bookseller while tidying up the house for the New Year.

At the same time, I never went to the Literature Department again.

Quack! Whatever you do, don't let him remember the name "Literature Department"!

"How are you doing, Hikigaya? You look a little off."

"No, I'm fine."

Hikigaya pulled himself out of his dark thoughts and waved his hand, hoping to end the topic as soon as possible: "As for the Literature Club, I remember I left a long time ago."

"But we haven't received any official notification."

The girl said innocently, then seemed to remember something and lowered her head to say softly, "Sorry, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am Ichinose Motoyo from Class 4-A."

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"Hello, this is Hachiman Hikigaya from Class 3-A."

Hikigaya was certain that he had submitted a withdrawal application, so he continued, "I applied to withdraw from the club when I was a freshman. Are you the current club president, senior? The club should have my withdrawal application form."

"I'm sorry, the Literature Department's old offices have been discontinued, so a lot of old documents haven't been retrieved. If it's convenient, could you please rewrite them?"

"no problem."

Hikigaya made a mental note to write a resignation application.

"There's one more thing."

"Ok?"

Hikigaya instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"The Literature Club is about to disband, so if it's convenient, could you please postpone your departure from the club for a while, Hachiman-kun?"

005 The Past of the Literature Department

"Sorry, I don't plan to join any clubs right now."

Hikigaya refused in a lifeless voice.

Ichinose Motoyo lowered her head sadly at first, but then quickly cheered up: "Hachigaya-kun, why don't you reconsider? Joining the Literature Club now... will have a lot of benefits."

benefit?

She's already making empty promises at such a young age; what will she be like when she grows up?

Hachiman never believed that joining a club would bring much benefit.

"I'm sorry, I've decided to leave the club..."

Like a young female office worker who tried her best to sell to a middle-aged man on her first visit but was repeatedly rejected, Ichinose Motoyo felt a little down.

"For example, you can get extra points for school clubs, there are many interesting books in the room, and it's quiet because it's just the two of us there."

Are there only the two of them?

This kid probably just wanted to emphasize the environment of the activity room. He didn't mean anything by it. Surely no one would actually have any thoughts about elementary school students?

Those with impure thoughts, please go next door and collect your purple egg.

"Uh, I guess I'll just forget about it..."

"Hachiman, are you really not going to reconsider?"

Hikigaya silently stood up: "Actually, I have no interest in club activities. I'm sorry, Ichinose-senpai, please find someone else."

"We're not forcing Hikigaya to stay in the Literature Club, we just need to postpone his departure!"

Ichinose Motoyo pursed her lips and suddenly offered an enticing offer: "If Hachiman-kun is willing to join, you can arrange the entire year's expenses. As far as I know, our club has a monthly budget of 10,000 yen."

How much? How much do you want?

Hachiman's eyes widened, almost thinking he had misheard. A monthly allowance of 10,000 yen was just handed over to a bunch of kids to manage?

He probably uses it to throw parties every day... no, he meant to buy snacks.

You should know that when Hachiman was in junior high school, he only received 10,000 yen for his birthday. In the Literature Club, it's like he's having a birthday every month.

This is outrageous! This group of elementary school students deserves to be judged!

"Are you serious?"

Hachiman sat back down, resting his chin on his hand: "So I get to handle all the funding? I can do whatever I want?"

"That's theoretically true, but the student council also periodically audits the use of funds, so..."

"So as long as the student council doesn't find out, it'll be fine, right?"

"Ugh?"

Ichinose Motoyo paused for a moment.

This was a path she had never imagined before; it seems that Hachiman's ideas were still too advanced for this fourth-grade elementary school student.

Of course, Hikigaya didn't intend to misappropriate the club's funds for eating, drinking, and having fun; at most, he just wanted to borrow some money to buy the light novels he wanted.

A typical light novel costs around 700 yen including tax. Based on Hachiman's allowance, even if he didn't spend any money, he would have to wait a week to buy one. However, a light novel is short and can be read in an afternoon on average.

The Literature Department has a budget of 10,000 yen, which is a legitimate use of to buy books...

Honestly, if it were elementary school student Hachiman Hikigaya, he might have agreed.

But he has grown up.

From any perspective, this deal seems too good to be true, like a windfall. But behind every tempting windfall lies a carefully laid trap.

It's like a free-to-play game that initially attracts players with its beautifully designed world, but then requires them to spend money on gacha pulls to enjoy the game. Once they pay, they're unwilling to leave due to sunk costs, until they eventually get caught in an endless cycle of spending money.

Let me make it clear first, he wasn't implying that all game companies these days are cut from the same cloth.

Similarly, after joining the Literature Club, he might initially receive funding, but after a while, he would likely need to put in some labor in exchange. However, someone who has enjoyed excellence is not one to give it up easily, and so he became more and more deeply involved...

That was close; I almost became the Literature Department's fermented bean curd.

Seeing that Hachiman was deep in thought, Ichinose Motoyo assumed he was complaining about the lack of money: "If you think it's not enough, Hachiman-kun, I can give you my own allowance to use as well."

"No, no need." Hikigaya paused, then went straight to the point: "Ichinose-senpai, may I ask why there are only the two of us left in the Literature Club?"

"this..."

Ichinose Motoyo's gaze became somewhat evasive.

really!

Hikigaya sighed inwardly, making up his mind to quit the Literature Club.

"Is that so? In that case, I'll take my leave."

"Hikigaya-kun!"

The next moment, he felt his wrist being grabbed.

This was the first time Hachiman had been in close contact with a girl other than his family, but at that moment, he had absolutely no romantic thoughts.

In just a short while, Hachiman's skin was pinched red. Does this kid have to be so strong?

"Senior, your hand..."

Ichinose Motoyo lowered her eyes, her gaze dimming: "Hachigaya-senpai, to be honest, there were actually quite a few members in the Literature Club not long ago."

"Okay, I understand. So, can you let go of my hand now?"

"Ah, I'm sorry!"

Realizing what had happened, Ichinose Motoyo hurriedly let go of her hand, then said somewhat dejectedly, "Our club has a tradition of writing our own novels and sharing them with everyone. Does Hachiman remember that?"

"...I have experienced it firsthand."

A flood of embarrassing memories rushed through his mind, and his lips twitched involuntarily. The next moment, Hachiman seemed to realize something: "Ichinose-senpai, could it be because of this that the Literature Club..."