Honkai Impact 3rd - The Interference

Special Chapter - Who ?

Author’s Note:

This chapter does not pertain to the main storyline. It is a draft that has been sitting in my notes, and I never intended to publish it. However, it has been on my mind, so I’ve decided to share it with you.

Consider it a filler or a standalone piece. Whether it is canon and fits within the timeline is something I'll leave to you, the reader.

With that in mind, I hope you enjoy it.

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It was a quiet night, the clock ticking steadily as the hands crept toward 11 o'clock. One more hour until midnight.

The dorm was eerily still, the silence broken only by the faint hum of the television, where Street Fighter flashed across the screen.

"Player Wins!"

"Hell yeah!" Fujuki Hana cheered from her spot on the couch, no sign of sleep in her future. She pumped her fist in victory, glaring at the defeated bot as if it had personally insulted her.

"Fuhuu! You suck!" she taunted, pointing at the TV. "Suck my d—"

"Hana."

The sharp voice from the kitchen cut her off. She turned to see Hoshino Wan, her best friend, wiping down the counter. The kitchen light illuminated his focused expression, and as he hung up his apron, he looked over at her, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

"I think that’s enough for tonight," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "It’s almost midnight. Let’s head to bed."

Hana rolled her eyes, propping her feet up on the coffee table and gripping the controller tighter. "Relax, man. We’ve got the whole dorm to ourselves. Everyone’s out on assignments."

Wan chuckled softly. "True, but that doesn’t mean we can trash the place. Now come on, close the game and help me clean up this mess."

Hana glanced at him, unwilling to budge. She didn’t feel like cleaning up. Not now.

"Hana..." Wan called out, his tone patient yet insistent.

"What?" she muttered, eyes still on the screen.

"Help me clean up?"

A long pause.

"Hana…"

She sighed dramatically, letting the controller drop into her lap.

"Hana–"

"Alright, fine!" she huffed, finally turning off the game and dragging herself off the couch.

With no other choice, Hana reluctantly exited the game and switched off the TV. She stood up from the couch, wincing as a dull ache shot through her from sitting too long.

“Ouch... my ass,” she muttered under her breath, gathering the mountain of trash piled up on the coffee table.

Wan, having already cleaned most of the dorm, stepped in to help her in the living room. His movements were calm and methodical, a stark contrast to Hana’s more chaotic approach.

“Cleaning’s never been your strong suit, huh?” Wan teased, tossing a crumpled soda can into the trash bag.

“Dude... shut up,” Hana groaned, picking up an empty bag of chips. She was about to throw it away but paused, spotting one last chip inside. With a satisfied grin, she popped it into her mouth.

“And besides,” she added between chews, “like I said, everyone’s out tonight. We’ve got the whole dorm to ourselves—why not have some fun with it?”