Chapter Text
"Isn't it scary if you two fight? Won't someone end up dead?" they've been asked. Their friends always wondered and shuddered at the thought of Class E's best snipers aiming their guns (with real killing intent) at each other.
But honestly they were each other's best and worst targets.
Chiba knew he wouldn't ever be able to hit the peach-haired girl. Her agile and flexible body would make sure to evade any of his shots.
Hayami knew she wouldn't even be able to get close to the eyes-covered boy. His far-reaching range won't allow her to shoot him without him marking her first.
They were each other's constant challenge, challenge to improve and break the stalemate. No one would end up dead.
And besides, they were both mature enough to not escalate disagreements to a serious fight. They never stayed mad at each other; except maybe for that one time Hayami laughed too hard at the Chiba impression Korosensei did for target practice that irritated Chiba to no end.
Hayami wanted to side with Chiba but she couldn't because she really found it hilarious.
Chiba wanted to stay irritated but he couldn't because he really found her openly-happy face adorable.