Can a misanthrope have a harem?

Chapter 21: 021 - Sweet Dreams.



Aiko's fingers still held Yukino's, the warmth steady, grounding. He let his gaze drop to their entwined hands, the simple contact a quiet anchor in the swirling storm inside him.

For so long, fear had ruled him, the fear of breaking, of shattering into pieces no one could put back together. That fear was a cage, cold and unyielding, locking him away from everything that mattered.

But with Yukino, something was different.

Her steadiness wasn't a hammer smashing down walls. It was more like a quiet, patient light, flickering in the darkest room, subtle, but enough to keep the shadows at bay. She didn't ask him to leap blindly into the unknown or burn himself alive in chaos. She waited. She held space for his cracks to form, offering a hand to catch him before he fell through.

And that steadiness, calm, unshakable, anchored him in a way he hadn't realized he'd needed.

He thought of Alya, fierce and wild, a storm that tore through his defenses with reckless grace. With her, he was aflame, alive, raw, and terrifyingly exposed. Her fire challenged him, pushed him to break free and burn bright, but it also scared him with its intensity. Sometimes, the heat threatened to consume him.

Yukino's strength was different. It was ice that didn't freeze but held, clear, reflective, a surface he could stand on without fear of sinking. With her, he didn't have to be brave all at once. He could breathe. He could be cautious. He could trust.

And maybe, just maybe, that breaking wouldn't shatter him. Perhaps it would let him grow.

He squeezed her hand gently, a silent promise: he was willing to try. To break differently. To live differently.

For the first time in a long time, the fear didn't feel like a wall closing in. It felt like the first crack of light in a long, dark winter.

...

The quiet hum of the city night slipped through the cracked window of Aiko's room. The soft light of his desk lamp cast long shadows on scattered notebooks and loose papers.

Aiko sat on the edge of his bed, still tangled in the weight of the day. The memory of Yukino's calm eyes lingered, but it was Mahiru's presence he suddenly felt more keenly.

A soft, hesitant knock broke the silence.

"Aiko?" Mahiru's voice was low, almost shy.

He stood up and opened the door just a crack. She was there, framed by the dim hallway light, hands nervously twisting the hem of her shirt.

"Hey," she said quietly.

"It's late," he replied, stepping aside.

She slipped in, closing the door gently behind her.

They stood awkwardly, the air heavy with unspoken things. Neither moved to sit or speak first.

"I couldn't sleep," Mahiru finally said, eyes flicking down for a moment before meeting his.

"Yeah… me neither."

A brief silence settled, filled with the lingering intimacy of memories they'd already shared, touches, quiet breaths, and the vulnerability that came after.

Mahiru bit her lip, stepping a little closer. "You looked... different earlier today. Like you were carrying something heavy."

Aiko shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe I was."

She reached out almost impulsively, brushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "You weren't hiding from me. That's... nice."

He swallowed, the warmth of her touch stirring something inside. "I'm not good at this... closeness. Not anymore."

Mahiru smiled, a little bittersweet. "Yeah. Me neither. But I remember how it felt, when it was just us. How it was before everything got so complicated."

Aiko's eyes flicked down to her hand lingering near his cheek. "I remember too."

She hesitated, voice softening. "I keep thinking about that night... the way you held me afterward. Like you didn't want to let go."

He met her gaze, honest and a little raw. "I didn't."

The silence stretched, thick with meaning.

Mahiru laughed quietly, breaking the tension. "So, why does it feel so weird now? Like we're pretending none of that happened."

Aiko shook his head. "Because it's not just about us anymore. There's... everything else."

She nodded slowly. "Yeah. But maybe we can figure it out, together."

He offered a small, hesitant smile. "I want that. I want us."

Mahiru stepped closer, the scent of her hair familiar and comforting.

"Just don't disappear on me again, okay? Not after this."

"I won't," he promised, voice steady.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the awkwardness softened into something tender.

Mahiru gave a small, lingering smile. "Goodnight, Aiko."

Without another word, she stepped closer, her eyes searching his briefly before she closed the distance. Her lips pressed firmly, but gently, against his, holding the kiss long enough to leave no doubt.

Aiko's heart thundered in his chest. When she finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes shone with a quiet determination.

"I meant it," she whispered. "Don't disappear on me again."

He swallowed hard, still tasting the faint sweetness of her lips. "I won't."

"Goodnight, Aiko."

"Goodnight, Mahiru."

As the door closed softly behind her, the room felt emptier but somehow less heavy.

Aiko sank back onto the edge of his bed, fingers brushing the spot where Mahiru's hand had lingered. For so long, he had kept the world at arm's length - distant, convinced that connection was a danger he wasn't strong enough to face. Walls of indifference and coldness had been his armor, protecting him from the risk of pain, loss, and the endless cycle of farewells that seemed to haunt him.

Yet here he was now. Girls, each carrying pieces of a past he barely remembered, were breaking through those walls with their forms of fire, ice, and quiet light.

Alya, with her reckless warmth that set his world ablaze and challenged him to feel again.

Yukino, with her steady patience, a calm strength that held space for his fractures without judgment.

Mahiru, with her gentle persistence, never giving up even when he pulled away.

Yui, with her bright, effortless kindness, offering softness amid his storm.

Iroha, with her playful teasing, chipping away at his defenses in small, unexpected ways, and

Komi, with her silent, unspoken understanding, speaks volumes in the quiet moments between words.

And then there were the student council girls-

Maria, with her intense, almost desperate need to be seen and remembered, their past intertwined with his like old scars and warm embers.

Yuki, whose quiet grace masked a fierce loyalty and sharp intellect.

And Chisaki, whose presence was like a breath of fresh air but carried weight beneath her lighthearted facade.

Each of them was a thread woven into the complicated tapestry of his fractured past and fragile present. They were reminders, painful and beautiful, that he wasn't alone, that even in the face of memory's betrayals and death's certainty, there were reasons to keep trying, to keep reaching out.

He let out a slow breath, the tight knot in his chest loosening just a little. The fear of breaking still lingered, but it no longer felt like a cage. Maybe, this time, breaking wouldn't mean falling apart. Maybe it meant something different, something like growth, connection, and the messy, fragile hope of healing.

For the first time in a long time, he didn't want to run away.

Not tonight.

Aiko lay back on his bed, the quiet hum of the city outside like a soft lullaby. His eyelids grew heavy, the day's weight finally pressing down as exhaustion took hold.

But just as sleep began to pull him under, fragments of memories surfaced, fragile and fleeting, like whispers from another time.

He saw Alya's fierce smile as she challenged him to race across the schoolyard, her laughter bright and untamed, the warmth of her hand gripping his tightly like a promise.

Then Yukino, standing silently beneath cherry blossoms, her steady gaze meeting his as petals drifted softly around them. The quiet strength in her eyes told him he could be himself, even when the world felt cold.

Mahiru's shy glance as she offered him her favorite book, the brush of her fingers against his arm, was hesitant but full of meaning.

Yui's cheerful voice calling to him from across the clubroom, always ready with a kind word or an encouraging smile.

Iroha's teasing grin as she bumped shoulders with him in the hallway, her playful energy a light in his darker moments.

Komi's gentle presence beside him in the library, the silent understanding they shared as she sketched him quietly, capturing a smile he thought he'd lost.

The student council girls, too, Maria's earnest determination, Yuki's composed elegance, and Chisaki's easy warmth, each memory a thread in the tapestry of his tangled past and fragile present.

These images flickered like old film reels, fading as quickly as they came, but leaving a lingering sense of connection that settled deep inside him.

As sleep finally claimed him, Aiko felt, for the first time in a long while, a fragile hope stirring, a quiet certainty that maybe, just maybe, he could find his way through the shadows, one memory at a time.

...

[Memory]

The evening air wrapped around them like a soft, silken cloak, warm despite the gentle chill hinting at night's approach. They walked side by side in near silence, the city's distant hum fading into something quieter, something just between them.

Utaha's fingers brushed lightly against Aiko's as they reached the bench beneath the softly glowing streetlamp, sending a subtle spark through him. She sat first, the smooth curve of her silhouette catching the lamplight, inviting yet quietly commanding.

Aiko settled beside her, their shoulders nearly touching. The heat between them was suddenly more than just the summer air.

Her gaze met his, deep and steady, a secret flickering behind her eyes.

"I remember you used to hate it when I called you 'Akkun', she murmured, a teasing smile playing at her lips.

Aiko blinked, surprised. The nickname was old, from a past timeline, a past intimacy that felt both distant and achingly close.

"Yeah," he whispered, voice rough. "You kept saying it was too childish."

Utaha laughed softly, a sound like music. "It was, but not in the way you thought."

She turned toward him, eyes warm with quiet affection.

"I gave you that name because it was the first time I felt I could call you something only I would use. Something personal. 'Akkun' was how I heard your name when you whispered it that rainy night we got caught running through the streets, drenched, laughing, soaked to the bone but alive."

Her fingers traced a light pattern on his hand, like a secret only they shared.

"That night, everything else disappeared. The world, the past, the future, it was just us, and that silly nickname became our quiet rebellion against everything trying to tear us apart."

Aiko's chest tightened, the memory flooding back with all its fragile beauty.

He leaned closer, voice barely above a whisper. "I never hated it. I just wasn't ready to let anyone get that close."

Utaha smiled, her lips brushing his cheek in a soft caress.

"But I was patient," she said. "And I still am."

She met his gaze, steady and true.

"Akkun… it means you're mine. Not in a possessive way, but in a way that says I see you, all of you, even the broken parts."

The kiss that followed was gentle but sure, a promise sealed in the warmth of remembered names and shared nights.

The kiss lingered between them, soft and unhurried, like the quiet unfolding of a secret. When they parted, Aiko's fingers curled instinctively around hers, as if afraid she might slip away if he let go.

Utaha's eyes searched his, warm and patient.

"You don't have to rush, Akkun," she whispered, using the nickname again like a balm. "Not with me."

He swallowed, the weight of all the timelines, the losses, and the fear settling heavily on his chest. Yet here, in this moment, something fragile and precious was taking root.

"I'm scared," he admitted, voice low and uneven. "Of losing myself. Of losing you."

Her smile was gentle, understanding, not pitying, but real.

"Then let me find you when you're lost," she said, her thumb brushing slow circles over the back of his hand. "We don't have to have all the answers. We just have to be here. Together."

He nodded, breath catching on the honesty of her words. For once, he didn't need to be the one holding everything together, the one pretending to know the way.

Utaha's gaze softened as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"We've lived through so many winters," she said quietly. "But even the harshest cold gives way to spring."

Aiko closed his eyes, the simple truth of her presence thawing something long frozen inside.

"Maybe," he said, voice barely more than a breath, "this time, we grow instead of fade."

Her fingers tightened their hold just slightly.

"Together," she confirmed.

The word echoed in his chest like a prayer.

And then, everything vanished.

The world cracked like glass.

The wind howled, a banshee's cry tearing through the streets, slicing into flesh and bone with its merciless chill. Snow flurried in sharp, chaotic bursts, dancing around a figure collapsed in the white.

Aiko.

His breath hitched as he saw himself, knees in the snow, blood seeping from a deep wound across his abdomen, soaking through his coat, staining the frost beneath him with a sickening red halo.

The sky above was dark, starless. Cold moonlight reflected off the snow like shards of broken glass.

His eyes were wide, dazed. Barely clinging.

His fingers twitched, reaching for something. Someone.

Footsteps.

A flash of dark boots. A girl's voice, muffled, distant.

"Aiko!"

The name tore through the white void like lightning, but the memory was fractured. Faces blurred, screaming fragmented.

Aiko's head tilted toward the sound, blood staining his lips. He was smiling.

Smiling.

Even as the snow buried him. Even as the life bled out of him, second by second.

His mouth moved, soundless in the storm.

"Found you..."

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