The azure sea, but a lonely, fulfilled life.

"I'll listen to your thoughts and plans before I decide."

In such situations, it's best to adopt a defensive strategy, gather intelligence first, and then think things through carefully to avoid not gaining any benefits but facing potential harm first.

What benefit would he get from this? This whole thing had nothing to do with him! Seriously! (｀Δ')ゞ

"The plan is simple! Under normal circumstances, Chisa would definitely not agree to a beauty pageant."

"That's true."

Hachiman nodded. Chisa had just said that she wasn't interested in this matter.

"So, we plan to get her drunk. When a person's mind is muddled, they might say things against their will."

Iori shared her brilliant idea, expecting praise in return, but instead received a disdainful look.

"Isn't this...inappropriate?"

He was too embarrassed to say outright that this was practically a crime; the two people's bottom line was far beyond his imagination.

“We also felt it was inappropriate, but it was the most effective method,” Iori said.

"If she investigates this afterward, the consequences could be very serious."

Hachiman still tried to persuade them again, as he still had some morals compared to the two men's shamelessness.

"Yes, when the time comes, the three of us might all be sunk into the sea."

"Wait! Why did they just bring me along like that?"

When Hachiman saw that his attempts to dissuade him were futile, he simply gave up on the spot.

"I refuse your request; I cannot help you with this."

"Hehe, hehe, hehehe—"

The two chuckled softly.

"You don't really think you can leave this room if you don't agree, do you?"

"You think you can get away unscathed after hearing our plan? You're being far too naive, Hachiman."

Both of them stuck two fingers into their foreheads and spoke with great confidence.

"No matter what method we use, we will get you to agree! Fortune favors the bold, and true brothers should share both good times and bad!"

"You two are definitely thinking, 'I'll enjoy the good times, and you'll bear the bad ones!'"

……

"Hey, um, okay, eh? Why are we leaving a day early?"

At the Hikigaya home, Komachi was leaning back on the sofa talking on the phone, and was somewhat surprised to hear that the other party had changed their schedule.

"..."

"That's true. Knowing that we're going that day, my brother will definitely have everything ready the night before."

"..."

"Haha, that's just my personality. I always like to put things off."

"..."

"No, no, how could that be? As a fellow member of the Hikigaya family, I, Komachi, am full of energy every day."

"..."

"My brother is just worried about things going against the plan. He always says that things should be done step by step and we shouldn't be too ambitious."

"..."

"Indeed, his sudden decision to go to university far from home really startled me."

"..."

"I don't know about that. My brother probably has his own reasons."

"..."

"Okay, see you then, bye-bye."

Chapter Twenty-Eight Nightmare

"Hachiman, Hachiman..."

Ok?

He opened his eyes swayingly, sat up in a daze, and looked at the cute-looking boy with slightly long white hair beside him.

"What's wrong, Totsuka?"

"Time to get up, it's already morning, everyone's waiting for us."

"okay."

Before he could fully process what was happening, he grasped the hand offered to him, stood up, and intended to hold it for a moment before letting go. However, the other person held his hand tightly and pulled him toward the wooden door.

"Hey, there's no need to be in such a hurry."

He said with a laugh that being a little late or a bit late would only result in one iron fist from Hiratsuka-sensei, since he was going to get hit anyway, so being a little late wouldn't matter.

Hmm? So he already had this mindset at that time?

"No, everyone is waiting. If we're late, we won't make it to the wedding."

"Wedding? What wedding?"

"Did you forget it?"

Totsuka turned around and smiled, a hint of shyness on his face. He pushed open the door, and cheerful singing followed.

"It's our wedding."

Our wedding? Oh, I see. Totsuka and I have already decided to get married.

At that moment, tears streamed down his face. He looked at the person standing not far away in the hall, dressed in a white wedding gown, waiting for him, and a strange, absurd feeling welled up inside him.

Is he really going to become the head of the family?

"Oh, not much!" "Oh, not much!" "Oh, not much!"

(P.S.: Just in case some people don't know, this phrase is a Chinese-style homophone for Japanese congratulations.)

Amidst the congratulations of the crowd, he walked slowly forward in his formal attire, each step making him tense.

Finally, he walked to the front of the chapel, where the pastor, with a smile on his face, began to recite the vows.

"Today is a joyous day. We will witness a happy couple walking down the aisle. Along the way, they have been through thick and thin together, never abandoning or giving up on each other, and always accommodating one another. I believe they will receive God's blessing."

God? Did Totsuka actually believe in Jesus?

He glanced at Totsuka, who was standing quietly to the side, tilting his head slightly. Come to think of it, he didn't seem to know Totsuka very well, since they had only spoken a few times.

"Under this premise, I will ask the groom a question."

The pastor looked at him, holding the oath in his hand.

"Mr. Hachiman Hikigaya, do you take this young man to be your wife, to love and cherish him, to be faithful to him, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until the end of your life?"

"I……"

A strong sense of unease welled up inside me.

"I have reservations."

"Okay, then, bride, do you take this man to be your husband...?"

Hmm? Why did he continue to ask for the bride's opinion after he refuted her?

"I am willing."

"Alright, God will bless you both. Now, let's invite the groom to lift the bride's veil and express their passionate love with a sincere kiss!"

Clap clap clap! (Applause)

He stepped forward, placed his hand on the white veil, and swallowed hard. Was he really going to do this? He would be so embarrassed to kiss her in front of so many people.

He closed his eyes, hesitated for a moment, then opened them with a determined expression.

Fight!

He lifted the veil and stared in disbelief.

The person under the veil wasn't Totsuka, but a shirtless pervert.

"Hahaha! I fooled you! The bride is me, Iori! You didn't expect that, did you! Come and kiss me, my groom."

Iori tore off her veil and laughed loudly.

……

"I threw a thunderbolt, didn't I!"

He suddenly stood up, panting heavily, and looked around in fear. When he saw that it was a familiar room, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The dream was so terrifying that it made him want to vomit Σ_(???」∠).

He rubbed his head, feeling a headache coming on. It was all that jerk's fault. If he was going to discuss a plan, he should have just done that, but why did he have to pull out a women's JK uniform?

He even thought he had some kind of perverted hobby, and as he thought about it, he fell asleep, carrying that thought into his dreams.

Bang.

"Oh, you're awake! Come downstairs quickly, everyone's waiting."

Just as Iori finished speaking and was about to close the door, he heard a whooshing sound. He instinctively turned around and saw a Foshan Shadowless Kick coming at him, which sent him flying out of the room.

"What the hell are you doing?"

As Iori got up from the ground, rubbing his back, he glared angrily at Hachiman, who had ambushed him when he wasn't looking. Hachiman, however, looked refreshed and greeted him with a smile.

"force majeure."

"What kind of force majeure is this?!"

"Just think of it as being kicked and relax."

"How can you be at ease? I really was kicked! And how can you, the one who kicked me, have the nerve to say that?"

……

"You've come down."

Shinji Tokita greeted the two people who came downstairs.

Beside him, Hachiman saw a woman with purple hair and dressed in revealing clothes. She was looking at them with a look in her eyes that he couldn't quite decipher.

It's a bit like teasing, and a bit like...joy?

What a mess.

"Who is that person? Tokita-senpai's girlfriend?"

Hachiman asked Iori in a low voice.

How could you have such a strange assumption?

Iori glanced at him and answered.

"She was a senior from Qinghai Women's University, named Hamaoka Azusa, and also a member of the PAB club. She woke up this morning to find herself lying in my room, wearing only her underwear."

Why did you emphasize your accent for that part?

Hachiman cautiously observed the woman. It wasn't that he was too timid, but rather that the woman's gaze sent a chill down his spine. Her eyes lit up when she saw the two of them speaking in hushed tones.

He felt like he'd seen that look in his eyes somewhere before.

Do you think there's any possibility?

"No, impossible, give up."

Interrupting his fantasy, Hachiman calmly walked towards his senior. If he wasn't mistaken, Iori definitely had little hope.

He didn't want to pretend to confess his feelings again.

"Hey, you don't have to be so harsh on me."