Hikigaya, Oregairu game, start

Hikigaya remained silent, looking at Miura for a long time.

“…Is that so?”

"...So, didn't I tell you that?"

“……………………”

Miura is a very young and strong girl.

He thinks so.

and so……

"Well, come on."

"of course."

After Miura finished speaking seriously, he looked at Hikigaya with an expression as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

(Huh? What's wrong?) Hikigaya blinked in confusion.

"..."

"Can you...well, um...wait here for a moment?"

Miura hesitated.

"Huh?" Hikigaya asked in surprise.

"I said, you helped me until the end. It was you who said that, so you should be responsible until the end."

From the somewhat shy Miura's words, it seemed that she was finally relieved, probably because she was too nervous before.

Although he seemed to have heard this kind of "responsible" words many times from a junior high school girl.

However, after hearing Miura say it with his own ears, Hikigaya's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

"...Well, we're already on board after all."

“…What is it… But I feel a little less nervous now.”

"Ah."

"...Then, I'll go, as a way of saying goodbye to the past."

"Well, let's go."

After Hikigaya finished speaking, Miura waved her little hand at him.

(…Keep working hard.)

He encouraged Miura in his heart, although he always felt something was strange.

like……

Miura used too many strong words in his final goodbye.

She seemed to be really going to say goodbye.

However, this must be his illusion.

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Ebina: "Yumiko, you in the video, even if Hayato agreed, you wouldn't agree, right?"

Miura: “Maybe.”

Ebina: "Yumiko, you've already fallen, haven't you?"

Miura: "Yes, it can't be said to be a fall, it is, dependence."

Miura: "I've started to become 'dependent' on him. This feeling of being 'pampered' is really wonderful."

Miura: "I like this feeling of being pampered."

Isshiki: "Miura-senpai, that's not a nice way to snatch me away. Senior, you already promised to be responsible for me."

Miura: "Xiaoxuemei, whether it's you or me, we're just putting the responsibility on him."

Isshiki: “So what?”

Miura: "I don't think so. What I want is his true love, not those so-called promises and vows."

Isshiki: "That depends on whether Miura-senpai has the opportunity~"

Miura: "I believe that one day I will get what I want."

【Miura looks at Hikigaya.】

【And Hikigaya finally raised his head.】

【Looking at her.】

[She had a faint smile on her face.]

[“…I, will not lose.”]

She pronounced this sentence.

【This is her, she is like a queen. 】

[No one can stop her from doing what she wants to do! ]

Hikigaya didn't know what expression to use to respond to her.

He only knew that he was loose.

It's really loose.

If Ebina and Isshiki last night had only created some cracks in his already frozen heart.

[So, today, no, now, the ice on his heart has melted halfway.]

[The remaining half...]

【Belongs to “her”.】

【Or maybe it still belongs to “her” now. 】

But what about the future?

His heart was in turmoil.

【Really, it's completely messed up.】

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Author's words: "I'm asleep now, I'll update as soon as I get up. I didn't have saline this afternoon, and I slept like crazy. I took medicine like cephalosporin because I really wanted to sleep."

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No. 62 also brought a little smile.

Time passes minute by minute.

Finally, when the snow on the ski resort began to fall, he saw Miura coming back.

The two looked at each other, without saying anything for a while.

Until Hikigaya said, "Is it over?"

"Yeah, I told you."

Miura nodded.

Tears slowly dripped from the corners of her eyes.

His question was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing her to break down and cry, yet remain stubborn.

Hikigaya didn't know what happened, but looking at Miura's appearance, it shouldn't be simple, or in other words, Miura's story is very sad, right?

She squatted weakly on the snow, hugged her knees with her hands, curled up into a ball, buried her head between her legs, and her shoulders twitched slightly.

Hikigaya sighed, walked over, took off his coat and put it on Miura's shoulders.

It’s so cold and snowing. You’ll get sick if you cry like this!

"..."

Miura raised her head, her eyes were red and her lips were a little purple from the cold.

"I knew it from the beginning. ...There's no need to say anything."

Miura spoke incoherently, and his voice even became hoarse from crying.

"I didn't say anything either."

Hikigaya's irresponsible answer made Miura cry even harder, as if she wanted to cry out all her tears.

“Wu………………………”

Hikigaya, knowing that he seemed to have said something wrong, became at a loss.

But he knew that he absolutely could not leave Miura who was crying silently.

He listened to Miura's soft sobs.

Looking at the snowflakes falling one after another from the sky.

The snowflakes drifting in the wind gradually melted into the earth, melted on Miura's head, and melted into Hikigaya's clothes.

“…………………………”

Hikigaya's gaze was fixed on the girl in front of him.

He looked at her profile, which looked extremely soft. Even at this moment, the moisture in the corners of her eyes had not faded.

This is a girl who needs protection.

——This feeling.

This is a very familiar... yet strange feeling.

“…………………………”

——What exactly is this feeling?

Hikigaya was puzzled.

——This feeling... could it be love?

--like?

Hikigaya stared blankly at Miura's drooping eyelashes and slightly shaking shoulders.

Hikigaya didn't know what was wrong with him.

He just felt that something was waking up and stirring in the position of his heart.

A cold wind blew, bringing a few strands of coolness.

Hikigaya shuddered, a wry smile forming on his face.

What was he thinking?

He is the lonely king.

This feeling is just a temporary impulse...

Okay.

—Hikigaya Hachiman! Wake up!

Hikigaya suddenly closed his eyes, feeling the biting cold wind on his face. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had returned to their usual calmness.

But this time it was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Finally, Miura sniffed seriously and seemed to have stopped crying. He continued to face the side as if deliberately avoiding the sight.

"...Hayato, your answer looks painful."