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1. The Morning After: Part 1

[December 29]

As I propped myself up on my elbows from underneath the silky white sheets, my blurry eyes instantly started to scan my surroundings. The white mattress below me was fluffy enough for my elbows to slowly start sinking into right away.

Even in my dizzy state of mind, my brain swiftly concluded that right then, I was present in unfamiliar territory, in an unusual state.

For starters, I felt cold, awfully cold. Even for the winter season, it was a bit too much. My eyes drifted down to my own body still mostly under the sheets and I realized why. It turned out that even if one was inside a cocoon of blankets, being naked in December just wasn't a very good idea.

"Curious…"

And curious it was indeed. I never slept naked. I remember Komachi once reading me an article that depicted the benefits sleeping naked had for one's skin, it even had pictures! It still wasn't enough to make me try it. And if even my cute little sister couldn't make me do something, you better believe nothing could.

Thus the odd development led my brain to frantically process the information my eyes were providing it, in search of a clue as to why I was in that situation.

The first thing that became abundantly clear was that the incredibly fluffy white mattress I had apparently spent the night on was not mine. The pale golden light from the two bedside lamps that flooded the room didn't incite any sense of familiarity either.

The large glass window on my right indicated that it was fairly dark outside and that I was apparently in an apartment building.

"Evening? Early Morning?"

Hoisting myself higher by bringing my knees in to support me, my surroundings became much clearer to me. The walls were painted in different shades of pink and lilac, and random abstract artwork adorned them. I noticed a few small cabinets and some books on a nearby shelf as well.

"So far…pretty ordinary."

The room overflowed with the smell of an amalgamation of sweat and some aromatic substance that I didn't quite recognize.

Around this time my brain had started to clear up enough to pick up the much finer details, which finally brought to my attention the entity next to me.

There she was, sleeping on her side, facing me, the absolute last person I would have ever expected to wake up next to. Her white skin glistened a little as the golden light bounced off of it, which did nothing but contribute to the beauty of its owner. Her eyes were gingerly closed above her small nose. Her shoulder-length black hair cascaded down the side of her neck and the pillow her head dug into. Due to utter silence in the room, I could hear the little wheezing noises that her breathing made. My eyes followed her face down to her glossy lips which gave the hint that at some point a deep red color had adorned them. Even further down, my eyes decided to skip the neck.

Traveling further south, I finally landed upon her uncovered, milky bosom. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, large, yet somehow in perfect proportion with the rest of her; dotted by modest pink nipples. The globes of flesh that are said to have a stronger gravitation force than the earth itself, especially for men. The law of boobitation, if you will. One of her hands lay delicately beneath them, emphasizing them even further than they did themselves.

Yukinoshita Haruno lay there just as naked as me, in her deep slumber. Everything below her chest was covered with the same sheets that I was under. She lay there and did nothing but sleep and yet somehow, her naked form seemed to move something deep inside me; nothing erotic (yet) but a feeling that was rather alien instead. I admit to having momentarily lost the track of time due to the divine scene present in front of me but I could feel the charm breaking and my mind coming back online.

Dense as I may have seemed to some people, I surprised even myself with how quick I was on the uptake right then. We were both naked underneath the same sheets, in the same bed, in what seemed like a rather fancy room and the only memories I had retrieved from the previous night by then were that of being absolutely hammered along with Haruno-san.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what had transpired.

Unknown to me, a subconscious triumphant smile had plastered itself on my face. However, I was willing to give myself a pass considering I had finally accomplished something worth writing home about. Something that now separated me from every other person who was under the suspicion of being a closet otaku. I had finally graduated from something other than an educational institution. Not to mention I had done it with someone considered so godly.

But I had to get my priorities straight. Time was precious and so were the movements I was about to make, which needed to be real restrained or I ran the risk of awakening her. And I could not under any circumstance, awaken her. One reason was me wanting to observe a bit more of her vulnerable state and the other being just straight up primal fear.

I had two options in that instant, my brain had concluded, and I had to choose carefully.

Either,

Congratulate myself with aggressive fist-pumping.

Or,

Start writing my will and at least try to make some sort of an escape while I still had time.

There was one thing that could help me with that decision. I looked all over for signs of some kind of protection that might have at some point been involved in our apparent drunken lovemaking. When I found none, I decided it was time to go with the latter option.

I picked up my phone which at some point had decided it wanted to spend the night laying on the garment that held the elder Yukinoshita's massive assets which were more than visible to me right then. As to how it ended up there, I did have the curiosity to know, but my survival instincts reinforced the fact that I didn't have much time. I would have called my phone a lucky bastard but a quick glance to my side, which I assure you was not voluntary, confirmed that I had probably been in direct contact with the residents of the garment so I was a much luckier bastard.

I looked at my phone:

06:07 AM

Another quick glance to my side, which I again assure you was involuntary (Seriously, I cannot stress the fact enough that I was not doing it willingly), and little Hikigaya decided it was time for him to rise up as well.

"Now is not the time boner!"

I unlocked my phone and opened the messenger which had since my high school days been populated by more and more chats I couldn't care less for. I opened Komachi's pinned chat, as you do, and started writing my will.

My dear sister,

I'm sure you've been worried sick about my location for the past 24 hours, even though I do not have any missed calls or messages from you. I write this message to you to act as my will. Don't cry Komachi, I know you will miss your beloved brother, but I need you to stay strong. Komachi I know that the brother you love so much has made you quite worried at times that he was going to die a jobless virgin, but fear not my dear sister for your brother managed to NOT die as a jobless virgin. In the past 24 hours, your brother has landed both a company and a girl, to commit both of those deeds with.

With that out of the way, now for my will:

I Hikigaya Hachiman hereby pronounce Hikigaya Komachi the sole owner of everything I own. This should include some books and clothes. That is all.

I hope you'll be well, your brother, Hikigaya Hachiman.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I remembered my little sister's smiling face but I had no time. Even if I were to die, I still had to fight till my last breath. I slowly slipped out of the sheets and began the search for my clothes. I found my lower garments right beside the bed and I virtually fist-pumped at the minor victory as I pulled them up my legs. I then commenced the search for my shirt and coat next. However, the search was short-lived.

"Looking for this Hikigaya-kun~?"

The sweet voice that came from behind was enough to send chills down my spine far worse than anything the cold outside could.

I turned around to the sheer horror of Yukinoshita Haruno smiling at me while holding up my shirt with her left hand. My dead fish eyes looked back into her glittering purple ones. I gulped.

"There's no way this can end well."

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Uploaded: Saturday, Mar 28, 2020. 06:00 AM Japan Standard Time (JST).

Chapter 2: Monday, Mar 30, 2020. 06:00 AM Japan Standard Time (JST).