Hikigaya's Inner World of Spring

After dinner.

"Hikigaya, you're heading out?"

"Yeah."

At the entrance, Hikigaya responded to his sister, Komachi, before stepping out the door.

A routine process.

Yet, something felt off.

"Komachi's gaze… it's weird."

Thinking back on Komachi's recent unusual behavior, Hikigaya felt a chill run down his spine.

Cough cough… Maybe I'm overthinking it… Still, I really haven't chatted with Komachi much lately. Once I get in better shape, I should spend more time with her…

Muttering to himself, Hikigaya headed toward the nearby park.

To conquer the proud Kasumigaoka-senpai, he still had a lot of work to do.

A few minutes later.

Arriving at the familiar park, Hikigaya spotted Miura, dressed in sportswear, waiting near the usual utility pole.

"Miura."

He approached, greeting the girl.

Miura nodded coolly.

Just as she was about to speak—

Hikigaya suddenly bowed deeply in front of her, his expression serious.

"Miura, I'm counting on you! Push me harder!"

"…?!"

Such a formal tone startled Miura. For a second, she thought Hikigaya was confessing to her.

But then—

When she registered his actual words, her eyebrow twitched.

"Push you harder?"

"Yeah."

"..."

Seeing Hikigaya's sincere expression, Miura took a deep breath.

"Got it. I'll push you—hard. But before that, warm-up. Since you're asking for intensity, normal warm-ups won't cut it. I'll personally guide you this time."

"Great, thanks."

Hikigaya smiled slightly.

His genuine smile made Miura instinctively avert her gaze.

"Tch. Acting like this is some big favor. You think I'd struggle with a mere Hikigaya? Hmph!"

"..."

Hikigaya smiled wryly and nodded.

Then, Miura began instructing him in warm-ups with full focus.

Because she was teaching new movements hands-on, they ended up quite close to each other.

"Hikigaya, your body—"

"My body? Am I doing something wrong?"

"No! N-nothing!"

Miura's expression shifted. She quickly composed herself and scolded him, "Quit turning your head! Where are you looking?!"

"O-oh… got it."

Seeing Hikigaya focus elsewhere, Miura finally exhaled a little.

But her heart was still pounding.

For some reason—

The boy smelled really good today.

Like, amazingly good.

His scent—like her favorite sushi—made her feel an inexplicable urge… to devour him.

Frustrated, Miura clenched her fists.

Who's pushing whom here?!

Tall, well-built.

Strong masculine presence.

Kind, gentle, and always nice to her.

Of course—

Most importantly, he was Yukinoshita's boyfriend.

Damn!

A prime catch like him—

If he weren't her best friend Yui's crush, she'd have snatched him up already!

"Hikigaya, don't hold back. Use more strength… It's fine."

His voice suddenly reached her ears.

"Hah?"

Miura, briefly dazed, snapped in irritation.

"Who's going easy on you?! Since you asked for it…"

Enduring the thick masculine scent surrounding him, Miura continued helping Hikigaya warm up.

Sweat dripped down.

Her breathing grew unsteady.

She was getting really annoyed.

She couldn't take this anymore.

This bastard—he was the one pushing her to her limits!

A few minutes later.

Warm-ups ended.

They moved on to running.

At first, Miura led the pace.

However—

After just a few minutes—

She hit her breaking point.

That persistent, tantalizing scent wafted from behind her.

Relentlessly triggering her hormones.

It was driving her insane.

She even felt an almost overwhelming urge to… force herself onto him.

No choice.

Miura came up with an excuse, insisting Hikigaya run alone so she could "evaluate his independence."

Hikigaya agreed without hesitation and took off.

…Miura's acting weird today.

He felt puzzled.

But he didn't dwell on it. He kept running.

Strangely—

He felt brimming with energy, like he could just keep going without getting tired.

Well then.

Let's go, Hachiman!

Next time, he'd make sure to conquer the proud Kasumigaoka-senpai.

Oh—

And the final boss, Yukinoshita.

After running alone for over half an hour—

Hikigaya was drenched in sweat.

Slowing his pace, he considered taking a break.

If Miura caught him training nonstop, she'd definitely chew him out.

However—

Just as he was easing up, he heard voices behind him.

"Hikigaya-kun?"

Or rather—

Two voices.

Turning his head, he saw them.

Two mature women.

One had her hair neatly tied up, exuding a gentle, elegant aura—a true Yamato Nadeshiko.

The other sported twin-tails, her expression sultry, eyes as alluring as an enchantress.

Despite their differences, they had one thing in common—

Both were dressed in kimono, radiating the refined charm of older women.

Naturally—

Both were married.

Both were wives.

"Mrs. Yuigahama? M-Mrs. Sawamura?"

Hikigaya blinked in surprise.

He never expected to run into both Sayuri Sawamura and Yuigahama's mother here.

Meanwhile—

Both women, who had been about to greet him, suddenly froze.

Sayuri's expression turned odd.

"Asuna, you know Hikigaya-kun?"

Mrs. Yuigahama looked equally surprised.

"Sayuri, you too?"

"Uh…"

Hikigaya coughed awkwardly.

"If there's nothing else, I'll just—"

"Wait~!"

Both women spoke in unison.

And not just that—

They instinctively flanked him, cutting off his escape route.

"..."

Looking at himself sandwiched between two mature women, Hikigaya's eyelid twitched.

This… This looks like I'm embracing both of them!

Sayuri chuckled.

"Hehe, so the boy Asuna mentioned earlier was Hikigaya-kun, huh?"

Mrs. Yuigahama laughed as well.

"And here I was surprised—turns out the boy Sayuri was talking about was also Hikigaya-kun."

"Hehe, what a coincidence."

"Yes, such a coincidence~"

Both women leaned in closer.

Their expressions kind, their smiles dazzling.

"!!"

Hikigaya, now a trembling lamb caught between two wolves, felt every alarm bell in his head ringing.

Something's… not right with their gazes…

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