The Male Student (A Honkai Impact 3rd Fanfiction)

Chapter 18: 'Him'

As soon as everyone left, the boy stayed put as Himeko flicked the hologram back to the screen, making it smaller and fits its size. Noticing that the boy haven't followed the group, she turned to look at him once again.

"Is there something you want to know, Max?" She asked.

'About 'him' that you all scorn so much,' he asked. Himeko blinked at this.

"I thought Theresa told you about it already?"

'She gave me the bare bones of it all. I want to know the full story. If you know it, that is.'

Himeko looked to her side, as if thinking about the possibilities before she looked at the boy. His face was reflected from her irises, and the way she looked at him felt oddly similar. So similar, that he could almost imagine Himeko wearing a black coat and sunglasses.

But then what she said next sold him immediately.

"What if I told you, that he wasn't always a lecher?"

The boy's eyes widened, as he immediately recognised the reference. He was in some kind of stupor for a single moment before snapping out of it. Remembering her question, he then asked, 'Can I have a picture of him?'

"Ah. Glad you mentioned that."

Turning towards the hologram screen once again, she flicked the screen to the left, showing a male with a deadpan expression. 'He' had light brown hair and purple eyes, which was surprising for Max to look at. 'His' face was so rounded that it seemed like he was made of porcelain.

'He' looked ridiculously beautiful overall.

The boy blinked, before looking straight at Himeko. Himeko was staring at that picture, as if completely entranced by it. Taking his right glove off, he snapped his fingers, taking Himeko back to reality.

"O-oh right! I'm sorry. Y-yes, that is 'him'."

'And you seem attracted to him.'

"I would, if he wasn't being so perverted."

'Can I know his past?'

"Hmm. . . He doesn't tell us much. He was from a generation of soldiers who fought the Honkai."

'Do you have any other info from Theresa?'

"I don't think she gave us any. I mean, why would they?"

'That's disappointing.'

Taking note of the face of the target, he proceeded to walk out of the hub, before stopping in front of the door.

'Thanks, anyway.'

"I tried my best."

. . . . .

The Hyperion soon landed at what seem to be the rooftop of a tall and large unknown building, but the young boy and his squad mates don't know what's in store for them the moment they walked out of the Hyperion.

They were greeted by a group of buffed as hell women, weapons aimed directly towards them. Their faces were completely concealed beneath a helmet and a mask. Their whole bodies were covered by dark gray body armour with neon strobe lights at the arms and legs. If not for the fact that the army actually gave their top heavy chest some leeway by giving it shape, anyone would mistook them as very muscly men. Now, anyone would identify them as very muscly women.

That sounded weird, the boy thought.

"You here for the boy?" One of them asked in English, with a clear Korean accent with a tinge of Busan dialect.