One Above All

Chapter 26: Stray Bullet

Chapter originally published on February 4, 2024

Notes: Sorry for the delay again, I was... busy with my gacha games.

I've been busting my ass in Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail, but I managed to get Raiden Shogun's C1 and Sara C6, getting closer to C2 oh yeah.

And I managed to pull Ruan Mei a day before her banner ended, just had to throw in 77 more wishes after losing the 50/50 with Welt, dear lord.

Remember that Hiro and Makima are teenagers now, right? Well, the teenage hormones devil is going to hit them in this chapter.

And the gun devil too, but that dude shows up right at the end.

Hey, I imagine if you guys keep reading this story, it's because you've become fans of the Hiro x Makima movement, am I wrong?

If so, then here I have a good amount of fanservice for you.

Wait... Is receiving fanservice from something that's made from fanfiction still valid?

Just to clarify... This was never considered a self-insert, and much less a male reader

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It was somewhat early in the morning when Hiro found himself walking towards the kitchen of his apartment; breakfast was the most important meal of the day, and it was necessary for him to get his.

Where else could he get the energy to deal with Makima?

And worse now with her being bolder... Hiro still had chills just remembering what he experienced yesterday in the library. It goes without saying that the strange sensation of Makima's breath tickling his ear was not easy to forget.

He simply couldn't get it out of his head.

Hiro shook his head as a way to distance himself from those thoughts; they wouldn't do him any good at the moment, so he better went to the fridge and took out an already opened carton of milk. He took a seat at one of the chairs at the table near the huge windows; he always liked to eat here, the view of the city was impressive.

Next to him was an ordinary box of cereal along with a deep plate he would use for his cereal. Hiro always wondered what came first, the cereal or the milk?

It was like that question of the chicken and the egg, which came first?

"Clearly the plate goes first" he poured the cereal and the milk and set out to enjoy a very normal breakfast for today.

Kishibe and he only ate cereal when both were too lazy to cook something else that was more in line with Japanese culture; his mother would probably be disappointed in him. But Hiro preferred not to exert himself too much today, after all tomorrow he would have to go on a long school trip to Hiroshima and it was better to save as much energy as possible.

If only he had slept better last night, he might have even believed that statement.

Hiro rubbed his forehead, a slight irritation aching at the back of his head due to the lack of sleep, if he remembered correctly he probably went to bed at 2 in the morning and it was currently 7, five hours of sleep were not enough for him.

"I think I shouldn't have gotten out of bed," Hiro probably would have slammed his face right into the bowl of cereal and milk, had it not been for the sound of heavy footsteps catching his attention.

Kishibe casually walked into the kitchen, ignored Hiro, and made himself a coffee so quickly that Hiro felt inclined to applaud.

He felt a small, uncontrollable irritation rise within him as he watched his supposed mentor go about his life so calmly as if he had no more important matters to deal with him.