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

Actually, coming in last in the 1000 meters isn't a big deal; at most, you'll be laughed at for a few days. But if you collapse on the track, it will become a painful memory that Hachiman will never forget.

Hang in there, my buddy!

Idealism is undesirable; the only response to it is a clear clash.

Hachiman's knees made intimate contact with the ground.

He subconsciously looked down and checked his body. He saw that his thighs and calves were chafed and the skin was red and somewhat frightening.

However, thanks to the adrenaline, Hachiman did not feel much pain for the time being.

Oh no, this is completely over.

He dared not look up to see what was happening around him, because the stadium was filled with deafening shouts, and he couldn't tell from the sounds whether the referee had noticed him.

A sense of gloom descended upon him, and Hikigaya lay on the ground in despair, intending to wait for the teacher to find him.

Hmm...it seems someone's coming over. Is it the referee?

"Hikigaya-kun!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Hachiman was so frightened that his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

"Ichichi, why did you come here?"

He glanced at the golden figure beside him, unsure whether Hongxia had finished the competition.

Wait a minute, there's absolutely no need to worry about this!

Super eye-catching!

Upon hearing Hachiman's words, Nijika froze on the spot, then said seriously after a moment:

"Idiot, how could I possibly leave Hachiman-kun alone!"

"I'm fine, I just tripped and fell. If Ichi-san doesn't hurry, the plan will be meaningless..."

"I don't want to!"

Hongxia shouted loudly, directly blocking the reason that Hachiman had come up with. From this angle, the corners of the girl's eyes seemed to be moist.

Hachiman quickly looked away, not daring to look again.

"Come on, give me your hand."

"……Um."

With Nijigasaki's help, Hachiman managed to stand up from the ground.

"Next, we're about to reach the finish line, Hachiman, please hang in there."

"That's not right, can't we just withdraw from the competition at this point?"

Hachiman felt a wave of dizziness. Although he was touched by Nijika's help, what was the point of worrying about finishing the race now?

What made his scalp tingle even more was that all the other runners had already crossed the finish line, so that everyone's attention on the field was focused on the two who were helping each other.

The constant cheers and encouragement around me were enough to make my heart stop. This experience could easily be featured on a touching variety show, let alone be considered a dark history.

Hachiman had this whimsical thought flash through his mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

He leaned on Ichichi Nijika's shoulder, listening to the heartbeat—he couldn't tell if it was his own or hers—took a deep breath, and whispered, "Thank you."

……

After the match ended, before he even knew the result, Hachiman was ordered by Mr. Koba to go to the infirmary.

"Teacher, I'm really fine. I just need to wash it off with water."

Looking at the various medicines in the medicine cabinet and the exceptionally serious-looking beautiful teacher beside him, Hachiman slowly broke out in a cold sweat.

"The wounds are all exposed, so they need to be cleaned properly. Besides, Hachiman, you probably don't want your parents to know about your glorious achievements in the 1000-meter race, do you?"

"...Alright, then I'll trouble you, teacher."

Hikigaya rolled up his trousers to his knees and let the cool medicine be applied to the wound.

"whimper!"

"Don't yell at me, the teacher will misunderstand."

Then don't get the wrong idea!

Hachiman roared inwardly.

After it took some time to clean and bandage his wound, Hachiman was allowed to return to the stands.

When he passed by Class C, he only saw a group of people wiping away tears.

Crying? Crying counts too... Sorry, wrong channel.

Hikigaya calmly observed the members of Class C. Like them, Class B next door also exuded a suppressed, low-pressure atmosphere.

In contrast, Class A and Class D were filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Hmm, now he fully understands what happened. How should I put it, thank you for the treat?

The pixel screen above the stadium displays the current standings: the third-year white team has 3270 points, while the red team has 3283 points, winning this red-white match by a very narrow margin.

Ignoring the stares emanating from the two losing classes, Hachiman strode into his own class, where he was greeted with a warm welcome as soon as he appeared.

"It's Hachiman-kun who's back!"

Hey, what's with this welcoming atmosphere for the president's return? Hachiman has absolutely no idea what he's done to make them so happy.

Turning his gaze to the other side, Nijika and Nishimiya Shoko approached him with worried expressions.

"Hachiman, have you taken care of the wound on your leg? Is it alright?"

"Isn't it closed?"

Nishimiya Shoko stared at her trousers covered in dust and mud, feeling a pang of sadness. If she had scored more points in the morning, she wouldn't have had to put in so much effort from Hikigaya.

"I'm fine. By the way, what's going on with everyone here?"

"Oh, I just told all your classmates what you did!"

So it was you, Hongxia!

Hachiman sighed deeply in his heart, shook his head, and said:

"Well, I'm actually just bait. The real key is you guys."

"Hehe, it's all thanks to everyone!"

Despite being called a victory, there wasn't really any decent reward; at most, it would be a big red flower or some insignificant little gift.

After all the matches were over, the chairman said something symbolically, but Hachiman sat quietly in the stands, not listening to a word. Then all the grades were dismissed on the spot.

Since it was Friday, the parents who remained at the scene usually went out to have dinner or go shopping with their children.

However, since Hikigaya's parents had gone back to work, he had nothing to do, so he planned to go find Komachi and go home together.

Just then, Hongxia and her mother walked over.

Sigh, it seems like Hongxia has already left; she must have gone to training.

Seriously, that guy is already a senior in high school, is it really okay for him to still be playing in a band here?

The seemingly understanding mother was waving at him with a smile. "Hey, don't think I'll come over just because you think that..."

"Hello, Auntie."

Hachiman, with a limp, swayed forward.

"It's alright, it's alright. Please sit down. Are you alright? Would you like Auntie to take you to the hospital?"

"I've already gone to the infirmary, it's nothing serious."

Seeing that Hachiman declined, Nijika's mother thought for a moment, then covered her mouth and asked:

"Hachiman, was that the plan you came up with?"

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"It's during long-distance running."

Before Hachiman could explain, Nijika cheerfully began to introduce him, describing Hachiman as a great hero in the class.

Damn it, he couldn't have been that amazing.

"That's a great plan, and the last scene was really touching. Mom filmed it all. Hachiman, do you want a copy?"

Wait a minute, let's not film that kind of thing!

Upon hearing this news, Hachiman couldn't sit still any longer.

"Oh, I don't need to. It's just an embarrassing memory anyway."

To this, Hongxia's mother shook her head seriously:

"For children this age, any story is worth remembering. Yes, that's what youth is all about!"

Chapter 72 Today is the Mom Battle.

So-called youth is a lie, and also a sin.

Even when he returned to his elementary school days, Hachiman still thought so. However, in front of his gentle mother, Hachiman properly suppressed his strange urge to make sarcastic remarks and honestly said something.

"That's what you taught me."

"Oh, don't be so formal. Since you and Hongxia are good friends, in a way, you're no different from my own child."

Hey, from what angle should we interpret it to make it look like that?!

Foreword retracted: Hongxia's mother seems very gentle, but she actually likes to be mischievous.

After exchanging a few more words, Hongxia's mother took Hongxia's hand and walked towards the school gate.

Hikigaya lingered in the stands for a few more moments before heading to the first-year classroom building, where he found Komachi, who had already packed her luggage.

"Komachi, you've had a hard day. Onii-chan is here to pick you up."

"Uh-huh."

Komachi yawned. She had used up a lot of energy on exercise and socializing today, and was already feeling a little drowsy.

"Onii-chan, hand~"

"If you want to sleep, go back to sleep then."

Hikigaya spoke softly, then naturally extended his right hand, letting his sister swing like a swing.

"No, Komachi wants to sleep now."

"If you fall asleep now, you won't be able to get home before sunset. Has Komachi forgotten? There are ghosts on the streets at night."

Children are most afraid of those ethereal monsters, so with a bit of coaxing and cajoling from Hachiman, Komachi managed to pull herself together and embarked on the journey home with Hachiman.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two of them.

At some point, Hachiman had gradually gotten used to being a primary school student, especially his short limbs and small stature, which, upon closer inspection, actually had some advantages.

For example, you can easily squeeze into tiny gaps and hide behind stone pillars so you won't be seen, making it easy to minimize your presence...

No, no, no, why are all these thoughts so terrible?

Hachiman shook his head, banishing the overly pessimistic thought.

Because of his injured legs, Hachiman walks very slowly. On his dawdling way home, he suddenly encounters an unexpected person at a street corner.

In their field of vision, two women, one tall and one short, were walking towards them from not far away.

Ichinose-san?

If Hachiman is not mistaken, the other one should be Ichinose's mother, right?

Feeling that running into him here might cause some trouble, Hachiman turned around without thinking and led Komachi down another path.

It's a pity.

"Hikigaya-san?"

A slightly raised voice rang out, and Hachiman paused, turning slightly to greet them.

"Oh."