Hikigaya's Inner World of Spring

The next morning at school, Hachiman noticed something unusual—there were far too many girls acting suspiciously around him.

Eriri constantly stole glances at him from time to time.

Senior Kasumigaoka was also restless today, repeatedly nudging his chair with her foot.

These two were nothing new; their antics had become routine.

But the real surprises were Miura and Kawasaki.

During the morning self-study session, the two of them kept sneaking glances at him!

Was Miura still hung up about yesterday's... accident?

And Kawasaki—was she still thinking about the awkward incident in the restroom last time?

Sigh.

In any case, they were all acting strange.

The only person who seemed remotely normal was the girl sitting next to him, Katou.

"Hikigaya-kun, is there something on my face? You've been staring at me for a while now."

Suddenly, Katou turned to him with an unnervingly direct gaze.

Hachiman nearly jumped out of his seat.

Katou, are you a ninja? How do you notice everything?

But fortunately, his mental fortitude held firm. He quickly regained composure.

"Ahem. No, nothing like that. I was just thinking how particularly cute you look today, Katou-san."

"Eh?"

"Oi, Air-kun, you wouldn't happen to have intentions toward Katou-san, would you?"

Kasumigaoka's dissatisfied voice chimed in as she discreetly jabbed his chair with her foot.

"Of course not!" Hachiman protested, his lips twitching in frustration.

"Oh really? Complimenting a girl on her cuteness—it's practically a confession."

"It was just a polite compliment!"

"Yeah, sure," Kasumigaoka scoffed.

Seeing the two of them bicker, Katou tilted her head slightly and asked curiously, "Hikigaya-kun, Kasumigaoka-senpai, you two seem to get along really well, don't you?"

"Of course! I'm this guy's girlfriend's best friend, so it's only natural for me to take care of him," Kasumigaoka declared with a grin.

"Ah, I see," Katou nodded, as if it all made perfect sense.

"Right, Air-kun?" Kasumigaoka added teasingly.

Hachiman groaned inwardly, choosing to ignore her entirely.

Meanwhile, Eriri—who sat in front of Hachiman—was grinding her teeth, clearly struggling to resist turning around to join the conversation.

As the morning self-study session ended, Eriri wasted no time. She spun around, only to freeze when she saw Kasumigaoka leaning unnaturally close to Hachiman, her posture looking suspiciously... intimate.

"What are you two doing!?" Eriri exclaimed.

"Oh, just expressing some love and affection, right, Air-kun?" Kasumigaoka replied smugly.

"Affection!?" Eriri's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Senpai, please stop making things worse!" Hachiman groaned, wishing he could sew her mouth shut.

Eriri quickly composed herself. Familiar with Kasumigaoka's antics, she ignored her and turned to Hachiman instead. "I heard you went to Kasumigaoka's house last weekend to help her clear Abyss Mode in that game. Is that true?"

"Uh, yeah," Hachiman admitted, already sensing where this was heading.

Don't tell me you want my help too...

No, that's impossible. A tsundere like Eriri wouldn't just outright ask for help.

But then...

"Well, um, Hachiman-kun, c-could you help me clear Abyss Mode this weekend too...?" Eriri stammered, her voice growing softer with each word, her cheeks turning pink as she looked down.

"What?"

Hachiman was stunned.

A tsundere asking for help?

Is this even allowed!?

Before he could respond, Kasumigaoka cut in sharply, "My dear Air-kun's girlfriend wouldn't approve of that!"

Eriri shot her a defiant glare. "Then why were you allowed to ask for his help?"

Kasumigaoka smirked. "Because I cleared it with his girlfriend first, of course."

"Then I'll just do the same!" Eriri declared, turning back to Hachiman with determination.

"???"

Hachiman was at a loss for words.

Was she seriously planning to talk to Yukinoshita?

"Sure, go ahead, if she agrees..."

"Fine! I'll go talk to her later!" Eriri huffed before turning away.

Hachiman heaved a sigh of relief.

There was no way Yukinoshita would agree to something like this.

As lunch break approached, Hachiman headed toward a particular classroom, rather than his usual spot on the rooftop.

More precisely, a changing room.

Yes, the sacred place Kasumigaoka mentioned the day before was none other than the girls' locker room.

After ensuring the coast was clear, Hachiman took a deep breath and cautiously pushed the door open.

The first thing he saw was Kasumigaoka slipping into a gym uniform.

Her S-shaped figure was fully on display, causing Hachiman to immediately turn around.

"Why... why here of all places?"

"Because it's private. No one comes here at lunch," Kasumigaoka said nonchalantly.

"But why the locker room for Class J?"

Kasumigaoka chuckled. "Oh, you'll understand soon enough, Air-kun. For now, just turn around."

"You're done changing?"

"I don't mind if you look, you know? Besides, you've already seen everything once before."

"This is about principles!"

"Fine, fine, principles."

Once she confirmed he wasn't looking, she teased, "I'm ready now, turn around."

Hachiman reluctantly turned back, only to freeze.

The gym uniform clung tightly to Kasumigaoka's body, highlighting her curves to an almost unbearable degree. It was borderline scandalous.

"How do I look?" Kasumigaoka tugged at the hem of the shorts, the elastic snapping lightly against her thigh.

Hachiman raised an eyebrow. "That uniform doesn't even fit you properly."

"Good eye," Kasumigaoka replied with a sly smile. "That's because it's not mine."

She pointed to the name stitched onto the front of the uniform.

Hachiman squinted, his eyes widening in disbelief.

The name read: Yukinoshita Yukino.

"You... why are you wearing Yukinoshita's gym uniform!?"

"Well, if we're going to push boundaries, might as well go all the way," Kasumigaoka said, folding her arms beneath her chest with a devilish grin.

The exaggerated contours of her figure almost seemed ready to burst out of the tight fabric.

"Senpai, you..."

Hachiman felt the words catch in his throat.

If he could describe her in one word right now, it would undoubtedly be—

"Let's not waste time, Air-kun," Kasumigaoka interrupted, pulling him closer.

The scent of her perfume mingled with the faint trace of Yukinoshita's lingering fragrance on the uniform.

This combination—this forbidden allure—was too much.

This is pure madness.

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