Hey everyone, I know it's been very long and I know that this is not a lengthy chapter at all. Sadly, these few months were a major headache. The army was kicking my ass. Live firing, convoy transport, audit and more. Yeah.

But I really wanted to connect to the Oregairu Fanfiction community again so I tried to finish a small chapter piece first.

Also, I'm considering maybe I should change the POV of the story, maybe I could try first-person view, to perhaps have the entire situation of the multiverse be viewed by Canon Hachiman. Let me know.

Hopefully, I can find the time to make bigger chapters in the future.

Please enjoy.

Into the SNAFU verse

Chapter 3: To be alike, and yet not

Swinging through the city could only be described as otherworldly and terrifying according to Hachiman. The height tension in his body still lingered, and it was difficult not to scream when Spider-Man was swinging with him so high up the city.

The rain poured down with the dark red sky. The Loner, the Spider and the Hunter were back in a familiar housing district, hidden in the shadows behind a provision shop.

And Hachiman's home was down the street about twenty metres away, which Hachiman the house belonged to was another question.

"Well, who's going into the house?" Spider-Man asked setting his eyes on the road.

A loud sneeze from Hachiman got Spider-Man and Huntsman's attention. The student juxtaposed with the other two.

Hachiman in his soaked uniform was shivering and sneezing in the cold storm, the other two clad in costume, on the other hand, stood unhindered by the storm.

"Yeah…you should go in." Spider-Man said.

Hachiman gave no argument to that decision, he wanted to get out of the rain. "How are you guys not feeling cold in this rain?"

Spider-Man had no answer to that, turning to look at Huntsman, and which Huntsman gave him a look as well. Neither could answer, the rain just did not bother them.

Spider-Man gave a shrug.

Huntsman said, "I know this is not my world, so it's either one of you that belongs in this Earth, or maybe it's someone else we don't know." A sonar pulse echoed out from his mask, mapping out who was in the house. "I see…only one person in the house. It's Komachi."

Spider-Man restrained his surprised reaction, "You can see her from here?"

Huntsman did not answer, focused on observing Komachi through his Hunter's Vision.

"She's heading for the house phone. She's making a call." Huntsman said. And a few seconds later, the Hachiman in Sobu Uniform pulled out his ringing phone.

"Oh God..." Spider-Man pieced it together, "This is your world." Eyes were set on Hachiman.

Taking a gulp, Hachiman answered in the phone, "Hello? Komachi?"

"Onii-chan! Where are you?! It's pouring outside!" Komachi exclaimed through the phone.

"Uh…I…uh…" Hachiman stammered eyeing back and forth between Spider-Man and Huntsman. "Just around the corner. Coming to the front door very soon." Hachiman hung up his phone.

Hachiman looked back at his two counterparts, looking lost. He let out another sneeze, rubbing his arms warm.

"Ok, so you get in there. I'm going to uh…standby I guess." Spider-Man shrugged, climbing up the wall for a vantage point.

Hachiman was left with Huntsman. The black and red shroud besides was unsettling to Hachiman, even though he figured out who it really was under the mask.

Huntsman remained silent, he turned around readying his grapnel gun in his cape.

"Wait." Hachiman reached out, Huntsman turned back to him. Hachiman decided to brave it and asked, "You are, me right?"

Huntsman kept his gaze on him, Hachiman on his part to infer anything from Huntsman's look, but almost nothing could be read. Only that the Huntsman looked like he was thinking carefully. Huntsman then lifted his hand, reaching to his mask.

Huntsman lifted the mask off his face, showing Hachiman who was underneath it.

The face that was shown to him, it was almost an exact copy of himself. But there were key differences. His counterpart in the dark armour had eyes not like his own.

His eyes were described to be like a dead fish from his loner and cynical life in school. But this other Hachiman, the Huntsman's eyes under the mask, they looked like they were filled with focus, austerity. His whole facial expression showed the Hachiman in uniform a latent rage hidden inside. But perhaps also, a caring heart.

"Hachiman." Huntsman said.

"Uh Hachiman?" Hachiman said scratching head. "Ugh this is confusing."

"We'll find a way to avoid this confusion later. Right now, we need you in there to make sure Komachi does not suspect anything." Huntsman said putting his mask back on. "You're taking this situation well?"

Hachiman tried to hold the conversation, something about Huntsman made him think that he needed to talk smarter than his usual self. "I'm trying to reason this nonsense. Find a reason in this."

"Hmm, that's one similarity between us then." Huntsman said. "Take caution when you get in the house."

That remark suddenly got Hachiman to be a little defensive subconsciously.

"What do you mean take caution?" Hachiman asked. "Komachi is in there."

"I should know." Huntsman said.

"What are you saying? That you suspect my sister…our sister…Komachi. That what you saying?"

"I'm saying that you should be wary of anything. We know nothing about this situation apart from that we are in your world." Huntsman said, leaning forward looking more intense. "Just because this is your world, doesn't mean everything's the same."

Hachiman was about to retort but bit it back down.

"I suppose that makes sense." Hachiman said before arching his back letting out a set of sneezes, the chill was starting to really shoot through him.

Once he was done with his sneezing and sniffing, he turned his head up. And Huntsman was already gone. Very quickly he felt that his skill 'Stealth Hikki' was so minuscule, it could not stand a chance against the capacity for stealth from the Huntsman or the Spider-Man.

"I guess that's another similarity we have." Hachiman thought. He got out of the shadows in the street corner. Rushing down the road, each step making a splash that soaked his shoes and socks. His phone was thankfully still functional in his pocket.

As he neared his house, he was given time to be on his to think this thoroughly, and the situation was starting to scare him, his chest feeling hollow and the cold did not help at all. So much for the big talk against the Huntsman.

"What the hell is this? Just a day in school, and suddenly I'm meeting two Hachimans. Me, in another world…." Hachiman was wrapping this is in his head. It was still frightening for him. "How in the world is this possible? There are more like me, more Hachimans. I'm not the only one. And these guys…what the hell are like actual real superheroes?"

At that thought however, there was a hidden gem underneath the grave situation he was in.

A notion that Hikigaya Hachiman was not alone in this universe, in this multiverse. There were people that he may be able to connect with simply because they were all exactly the same person down to cellular level. Whatever difference there maybe, this was the one thing they all could connect together with, being the same person.

He got to the front door and at the corner of his eye he spotted something on the roof of his house. It was the Spider-Man and the Huntsman.

Spider-Man was perched in a crouch on one corner, looking ready to leap and always on the go. Huntsman was standing upright, his cape flowed in the storm and his red eyes gave out a glow.

They both had their gazes trained on Hachiman. He made a tired sigh and stepped into his house.

"I'm home."