"What an evening" I mumbled on my way to Sobu High School.

After Yuigahama and I listened to Yukinoshita's request, we agreed on a deadline.

Everyone would have 24 hours to think about it before we present our conclusions.

Sounds simple? It sure does. However in reality it is far from being simple.

Tomorrow's decision will not only determine how we will fulfill the request, but also how my third year in Sobu High will look like.

The outcome will change the relationships between the Service Club's members and that threatens the very existence of the club itself. Unlike the group of Miura and Hayama, we refused to keep the status quo alive with neverending little lies.

I still don't believe that their way is wrong, but it just does not work for us.

Or to be more specific, it doesn't work for me. My quest for the genuine thing blocks out this option. While I do not know what it is yet, I am certain that lies will never bring me forward on this path.

I have to be careful to not give into the guilt dwelling up in my consciousness. In reality it is this very wish of mine that forces that change and might not only end the club, but also the friendship between Yukinoshita and Yuigahama. It is not the fault of the club president's request.

I am well aware of the dangers that arise from this selfishness of mine. However this search is the conclusion of my second year in high school and it has become a core part of my identity.

Such an important matter and only 24 hours to conclude it. Who was the person that forced the deadline on us? Doesn't the idiot know how much I despise deadlines?

Oh right, it was me. I played through the usual joke in my mind to get rid of my gloomy mood.

But today was not a usual day, it didn't work. I had to set this short time limit to prevent everyone from thinking up a big scheme. Especially myself. The request doesn't need a big plan to be fulfilled anyway. What the solution needs is resolve.

Having reached this milestone in my thinking, I decided to give my mind some rest.


I looked around to perceive my surroundings. Needless to say it's dark by now on this afternoon on Valentine's Day. I hear the sound of snowflakes being crushed under my feet. Most of the couples would take it as a happy background melody for their love, but for me the sound fills me with fear and pain. I began to constantly apologise to the snow in like incoherent Buddhist prayers.

"I'm so sorry my brethren, I'm sorry, soo sorry."

It's only natural to empathise with something of your own kind. That's right I'm a unique little snowflake and I don't want to be crushed.

I wonder why my empathy for snow is higher than for humans, shouldn't those be technically more like my own kind? Then again, if a cute little kitten has been kicked out from cat society it could happen that even a dog takes it in. Oh my gosh! Did I just perfectly confirm that I am unique and cute? That's got to be the best day ever!

With a positive thought on my mind I finally arrived at Sobu High School. That might have been the first and most likely the last time for that to happen.

It wasn't exactly crowded but there were more people than usual for this time at the school gate entrance. I slipped inside and went to a spot from which I could observe the entrance to the school building without being close to the other waiting people.

After confirming that none of these adults, most likely parents who came to pick up their children after the entry exams, came close to me to strike up a conversation about the school, I sighed in relief. Lucky for me that I didn't wear my school uniform or even my stealth mode would have been useless.

My glance rested now on the doors of the school building and I waited for my sibling snowflake to come out as I drifted again into my own world. Certainly Komachi was a snowflake as well, but doesn't that contradict my previous conclusion of how I was being cute and unique? Maybe my analogy was wrong and it was Komachi who has been adopted by humans. Let's collect the facts one more time to be sure.

I'm a snowflake? Check. Komachi being a snowflake? Check. My parents? Urgh...I can't even begin to imagine that, no way that is true. On the other hand I only have a limited time of experience with my parents. Before having me and Komachi they could have been snowflakes before getting trampled on by society and formed them into the corporate slaves they are now. That picture works. I had to ditch the cute aspect, but I'm still a precious and unique snowflake. Victory is mine, Indeed a good day. But my fear to be trampled on skyrocketed.

Oh how I fear be crushed by society.


Participants of the entry exam started to come out of the school building. I had no interest in these random underclassmen aspirants. A lot of them would fail the exam anyway and it's not like I know any of my current ones either. Well, there is one exception, but since that one doesn't even seem to know my name, I can round it down to zero.

At least I think that is possible, I vaguely remember my teacher saying something like that... in second grade of elementary school. Sometimes even I am afraid of my lack of knowledge in maths. I really should study the basic calculations and how to estimate again at least.

Now I have done it, my mood hit rock bottom once more in the light of having to study maths. On my own accord even, why do I this to myself?

A familiar face entered my vision and pulled me out of my depressive thoughts.

I went up to my little sister and greeted her. "Yo."

Komachi looked exhausted, seeing me only lit up her face for a second before it crumbled back into the earlier expression. She tried to raise a hand but that fell back down again before it could remotely resembled a greeting as well.

"Looks like you had it tough, it's okay for you to relax now." Whether to be sad from the incomplete greeting or happy that she earnestly tried despite her condition, onii-chan is conflicted. Strangely the result is the same, My heart cried tears.

We started to go home, Komachi remained silent and her steps were shaky.

I had a bad premonition, but I won't pester her in that state and wordlessly offered my arm to stabilise her walking.

Instead of grabbing the arm she just held on to my sleeve. Every hint of my joy from earlier was blown away.

This is way too sad but I somehow managed to keep my tears sealed inside me for her.

We walked slowly, so slow that our parents should be home when we arrive.

We reached the front door and stopped. The excited voices of our parents could be heard from inside awaiting Komachi's return. I inserted the key into the keyhole and tried to confirm whether my sister was ready to face them or not.

She stood still, seems like she has no objection. Nothing good comes out from delaying to face reality.

The voices from inside stopped talking and were replaced by steps towards the door. They must have heard the key being pushed in. I sighed and turned the key.

After a click sound confirmed the door being unlocked Komachi threw the door wide open and stormed inside. She only got as far as like three steps though, before being stopped by the wall that our parents formed.

I was still outside and couldn't see Komachi's face from behind, but that wouldn't be needed. Her expression would be mirrored in the faces of father and mother any moment now.

I knew I would be too late to protect my little sister from this experience, but my onii-chan skills activated nonetheless. My feet automatically walked inside the house now, my body ready to shield Komachi from the vibes of disappointment which would wave in her direction.

However my feet came to stop when I saw our parents smiling. They must be saints to put that face on without any signs of cracks.

"I... I... " Komachi's stutter reached my ears.

She turned her head around to me "I think I did well!" With a broad smile she exclaimed to us.

My jaw dropped.

My mind went blank.

That damn devil! I was completely fooled.

While Komachi was tightly hugged by our parents, she didn't stop to look for my reaction.

I wanted to get really mad and shout at her, but honestly, I was too happy that she might not have failed.

Not that I would have survived the wrath of my father if I actually did something.

When she saw my face making a smile, she stuck out her tongue at me and began to hug my parents back.

I stand defeated, she knew exactly how wildly she could play with my heart without breaking it. Or perhaps not. Maybe she looked at me that long to check whether her prank went too far.

I guess I'll have to remind her to reduce the Komachi points later.


My parents felt generous and took us to eat at a restaurant tonight. Since Komachi had been busy with the exams today, no one bought ingredients to cook. That was probably the real reason for the decision to eat outside. Nothing noticeable happened, I kept to myself while my parents bombarded my sister with questions about the entry exam, to which she responded happily for a while.

I haven't paid any attention to the discussion, but suddenly I found myself in a life or death situation. Komachi suddenly requested my cellphone from me. Whether she grew tired of telling about her day, the fatigue from the exam kicked in or the food just took so long to be delivered to our table, I don't know. The request wasn't unusual so I was not reluctant to hand the phone over, but a gaze filled with killing intent made me stop in my movements. My father tried to offer his own phone to Komachi but she insisted on getting mine.

Did they have a fight just now? Damn, I ought to give more attention in these situations. I quickly went through my options. The first was to deny the request, but I'm pretty sure I would get attacked by mother and father immediately after. To do that to Komachi on her big day would certainly get me killed. Not like any other day wasn't my little sister's big day to my parents, but today it was even legit to me.

The second option was just to hand it over, that would make Komachi happy and my mother would at least not be unhappy with me. The only problem remaining was my father. Since no saving third option came to mind I gave in to Komachi's request and gambled on just to be half killed by the male corporate slave next to me. However no physical punishment came.

Have I just been saved by society simple because we were in a public place? That cannot be right, society is my enemy after all. Evidence of that was the long psychological torture that followed, namely the gaze that intensified further. I averted my face to observe the surprisingly interesting curtain next to the window. The colour, the form, the cleanliness... oh father please stop looking at me. I have just been robbed of my cellphone, blame the robber not me! I'm the victim here, so go easy on me okay? Since my mother didn't seem to be down there most likely wasn't a fight and it was Komachi showing our dad the usual cold shoulder.


Back at home my family went to bed immediately. However, I couldn't fall asleep yet, despite being tired. I grabbed a can of MAX Coffee and placed myself on the sofa in the living room. After taking a sip it was time to end the break in my thoughts.

Where did I stop again? Ah, resolve. The solutions we will come up with would be basically our wishes for the future. Yukinoshita's problem is easy to solve. Haruno and her mother just wanted to see growth in Yukinoshita. She herself wants it as well.

The issue was just with which method it will be made visible.

If we follow Yuigahama's way, she will bring us all to support Yukinoshita. Using the new friendships as proof of growth. She will claim victory, making me her boyfriend and use the price of the competition to force us into the illusion of status quo again.

I doubt that will work. Not only are Haruno and her mother not normal people. Friendships won't be enough for them, they'll look for a personal strength of value inside Yukinoshita.

The illusion will not last for long either. One cannot force the feelings of others to comply.

It would end in a disaster.

Yukinoshita's wish is to get her own special thing. Something that neither Haruno nor I have. Perhaps something that even her mother does not have. But she won't make it within a day. It is probably similar to my quest for something genuine. It might take a lifetime to acquire.

Being under the pressure of time, not just the deadline, but also by her sister and her mother, she might come to a false conclusion. Yukinoshita might mistake her reliance on me as love. Haruno is aware of that already. Undoubtedly her mother will see it as anything other than dependency as well. I don't know much about the Yukinoshita family, but dependency is most likely considered a capital weakness.

They will try to dominate Yukinoshita's life and might even send her abroad again to study. Destroying the Service Club in the process and her life.

In the end the club's future, my sanctuary in the hard high school life, depends on me.

The sound of an opened door stopped my train of thought. Komachi entered the living room, passed through it to grab a drink from the kitchen and sat next to me.

"Why are you still awake? You should welcome your earned rest." She seemed to have problems opening the conversation after the prank she pulled off earlier.

Thus I made it easier for her, being the good brother that I am.

Being remembered of the prank though made me heart cry again.

Taking the hook I threw out for her, she sported her usual teasing grin "Onii-chan, it was impossible for me to close my eyes when I sensed your own restlessness over this huge distance! Ah, my Komachi points are pretty high right now!"

Predictable my little sister, time to for your brother to show some resistance!

"On any other day that might have been the case, but you got a huge reduction in points when we got home." I should probably apologise to every rebel group for being this pathetic.

It's not my fault that I can only attack her indirectly. Society is at fault for cherishing the younger children. My parents are really scary when someone is mean to Komachi. Source: me.

She placed her hand against the back of her head and let out a shy stuttering laugh.

"Haha, ha, ha that was really a bit much..." After that short glimpse of reflection she already went for an all out attack. "...but I only did it to get you back to earth. Having a Valentine's date while your sister is struggling so much in school? Do you know no shame?!"

For a moment her eyes really looked stern and I apologised on the spot. "Sorry..."

Most likely she just thought up the reason right now. There is no way she was troubled by it during the exam. After all I received Yuigahama's call after we separated...

"Wait, how do you know if it?!" I quickly stood up from the sofa pointing at my little sister's face which held a 'Ooops, I messed up' expression.

"Don't you remember? I played with your phone at the restaurant and found the picture of you posing in front of a shark."

Argh, but I wanted to boast about it. The picture, not the date.

"Pretty cool right?"

"Yes, I'm so jealous, I wanted to go with you!"

I froze on the spot, a little sister who wanted to spend Valentine's day rather with her brother instead of poisonous insects, I'm moved to tears.

"I admit, your points got up again" Onii-chan is so weak, I'm sorry rebels.

Komachi's tiredness disappeared completely from her face upon hearing it and pressed on.

"So how was it and with whom did you go?"

"Yuigahama called, she also invited Yukinoshita. So it wasn't a real date. As for how it went, I guess they had fun with the fishes."

Komachi's face grew darker with every additional information I provided.

"Onii-chan, that is way harder to gulp than my prank. I had so much hope in you when I saw the picture."

"T-That is your own fault when you ask about reality. Of course it's going to burst dreamy bubbles." Why do I have to rebut my little sister's illusions about my love life again?

Even Komachi sighed at this return.

"What happened during it that makes you sit here this late?"

Huh, how did you conclude that these two things are connected? Even I know that this comeback is too weak to be voiced.

"It will take some time to explain, do you still want to listen?" She nodded.

Thus I explained the Yuigahama's show-off at the end of the 'date' and my conclusion so far.

Komachi listened to the end, the smile she had in the beginning was replaced by a serious look at some point.

"Fuu, that is some complicated situation. Onii-chan can you preserve the club for me in case I get accepted?"

I see, that must have been part of why she aimed for Sobu High, and here I thought she struggled so hard just out of love for her brother. Reality is truly cruel.

"I will try my best, but I still have to think of a way, so leave me alone and get some sleep now." The last part came out stricter than I had intended to, but it has gotten so late and she looked like she would fall asleep any moment.

Komachi probably understood my concern for her. Without a sign of disapproval she got up from the sofa and went to the door. Before closing it we exchanged a good night.

Despite my words I fell asleep on the sofa without finding any specific solution.


Saturday, only 5 hours till we have to gather and present a solution.

Contrary to my usual behaviour I escaped Komachi's inquiring gaze and went outside.

Still without an answer, but I made some progress. At least I got the direction figured out.

Whatever the solution will be, it needs to be something Yukinoshita can do, something that Haruno and her mother can accept and something which does not destroy the club.

Changes in the relationships of the club members are unavoidable at this time. Yuigahama made it clear that she seeks a conclusion, Yukinoshita's request only delayed it and gave us time to prepare ourselves.

Somehow I ended up at the mall while I was lost in my thoughts. Weird that my feet dragged me to such a crowded place. Did I think so deeply that my loner nature was canceled?

While I am already here, I might as well check out a bookstore.

In my search for the bookstore the word 'nature' somehow stayed on my mind.

Inside I automatically went to the animal section and randomly picked up a book about birds.

I skimmed through the book till my eyes were fixed on one picture.

A mother bird flying together with a child, while another chick was dead on the ground.

While not perfect, I now had a method to deal with all problems of the Yukinoshita's and half the issue of the Service Club. The only thing I couldn't deal with yet were Yuigahama's feelings.

I ran out of time to think about that. Truly, who was the Idiot to set the deadline again? Truth to be told, even if I had ten years worth of time, I most likely would not have figured out a way to prepare for that.

"Feelings are really hard to deal with Hiratsuka-sensei..."

I took my cellphone from my pocket and made a call. My trembling hand and my high-pitched voice were probably only my imagination.


Time was up, the members of the Service Club gathered in a remote part of a park. It wasn't likely for any stranger to disturb the meeting.

The atmosphere was tense. After a short exchange of greetings, Yuigahama moved as expected. She concentrated on Yukinoshita to accept her friendship plan. I listened carefully not to miss a single word. In the beginning Yukinoshita was still able to hold her ground, but Yuigahama was relentless. She didn't only press on with her words but also closed the distance to Yukinoshita with every sentence.

"Say Yukinon, you don't have to go through this alone, you know?"

Yuigahama was now close enough to grab her friend's hand. It was the fourth time she said this line, marking the start of another round of the same reasoning. Her words weren't that persuasive by themselves. It was the way she goes on that created the pressure. With every cycle Yukinoshita's responses became shorter and more soft-spoken. Against every other person she would have snapped back by now destroying the opponents momentum. Yuigahama was a special case though. She was her only close friend.

"But mother won't..." She tried to talk back, even made her first step back to free her hand, but Yuigahama cut in once more, taking two more step and kept hold of the arm now.

"Oh, let's call Iroha-chan as well. You two have become quite close as well."

At this point Yuigahama completely ignored Yukinoshita's comeback attempts. I honestly cannot tell anymore whether this is a planned strategy or impulsive acts. If it's the former, Yuigahama would be way more ruthless than I imagined her to be. The physical pressure kept Yukinoshita in her place and even her words, a loners only weapon, were brushed off.

"Isshiki-san? My sister knows her, that won't..." Yukinoshita's longest response in a while. It looks like she put all of her remaining strength into this as I didn't have to strain my ears to hear it properly.

"Then we include Sai-chan as well. We had so much fun at my birthday party after all, and he helped out with the club too!" By now she must have mentioned everyone except for Zaimokuza.

Weak to the pressure Yukinoshita's resolve began to fall apart. Even without the pressure, she had no hard defense to speak of. Her wish was as vague as mine. The frequency of her moist glances to me increased and she would be the first to speak of our feelings at this rate. I seemed to be her last option.

That is wrong though. I need to intercept now while we are still rational. The feelings should be addressed at the end.

"Yuigahama" I tried to speak with my normal deep and slow voice that lacked emotions. It shouldn't be too hurtful for Yuigahama if I interrupt her with it. "if you have finished to outline your proposal, I will start with mine now."

Yuigahama's eyes started to get as teary as Yukinoshita's. She was sure to win if she continued, but she had no real argument to deny me my turn, as she just kept going on with her one theme of friendships.

"Hikki..." After her previous energetic talking, I barely missed this quiet voice. As if unsure whether her words reached me she nodded her head.

Yukinoshita's face lit up in anticipation that I would save her.

I apologised to her in my mind before I started.

"As I said yesterday, Yukinoshita has to solve her problems herself." I looked for reactions, but it seems they already knew myself well enough to know that there would be more to come than a lame repeat. So I went on.

"Yuigahama, you are right. Yukinoshita changed and has now friends and a good amount of acquaintances." Yuigahama's face became brighter for a second and it pains me to crush that hope again. "But it is not her own strength. It is borrowed and her family will not deem it enough. I'm sure you don't want them to take her away from the club, the school or even the country."

Both of them had a painful look on her face with their brows furrowed. It seems that this consequence did not cross their mind yet. I had to push on, I needed to cut off the escape routes. Yuigahama's idea was the first...

"That is why it must be Yukinoshita herself who solves the problem. Not you…"

Yuigahama started to sob. I changed my gaze to Yukinoshita.

"..nor me."

...me not being able to help her was the second.

Upon realising that I was not her saviour the she started to sob as loud as her friend.

"..but how can I do that? Each and every time you picked up the burden! Even after you inquired our help for the Christmas event, it was you who had the ideas!"

Yukinoshita's self-confidence suffered with each fulfilled request by me. Her dependency became so big that she doesn't even blame herself anymore. It definitely wasn't the Yukinoshita that I first encountered and respected.

My own eyes started to sting. I needed to get my points across before I end up in the same state as them.

Yukinoshita was a strong girl, that was my illusion of her. To solve her issues, that illusion must prove to be reality.

Walking her own path was the only option still available.

"You can do that by being yourself."

Yuigahama was thrown into confusion. At least that stopped her sobbing.

"Yukinon is Yukinon, right?"

That alone is not even worth to be written inside a fortune cookie, one needs to fill the saying with a meaning.

"… but who am I?" Yukinoshita murmured. Distracted by thoughts, her sobbing ceased as well. Her free hand reached up to her chin. Who knew that an everyday action by her can cause me such relief.

Now that is a mood in which we can achieve results.

"You should tell us that, if you don't want to be taken away." Inwardly I was ashamed of myself to have brought up the fear again.

"You once said that you wanted to change the world and the people in it, do you still want to do that?"

Her eyes widened, looks like she recognised her own words. Back than during the first days in the club room, these words carried the power of a goal or perhaps even a dream. I bet everything on that initial resolve of hers, that of the strong Yukinoshita.

A small word escaped her lips.

"...yes" She tilted her head, trying to find out where I was going with it. Yuigahama remained silent, not recognising the words we spoke. Understandable. These words were spoken before her first visit to the club room. If I had looked carefully in her eyes that moment I was sure to see clues of a shock. It didn't came to me at first, but this really seemed to be like a meaningful secret just between Yukinoshita and I.

Dreams are vague, but her family needs something concrete to accept Yukinoshita's way of life. Of course anyone would be confused at first when confronted with a dream, thus I got specific.

"How do you want to do it? Becoming a politician? A lawyer?"

I continued to ask her afterwards till the talk developed his own flow. After her initial confusion of what I wanted to hear from her disappeared Yukinoshita was able to formulate her goal clearly.

I forced her to go backwards. Step by step on how to reach it. What needed to be studied, which university was renowned for that subject and the likes. All the way down to the third high school year.

Forgotten were the cramped heart and sobs as Yuigahama looked up at Yukinoshita with dazzling eyes.

"You're amazing, I have no idea yet what to do myself." She grabbed Yukinoshita's arm again and snuggled up to her.

Yukinoshita's face became flustered, but doubt still lingered on her mind.

"Will this be enough to please mother?"

"No." My answer startled the two. "Just thinking up a plan for your life is not what they want. They want you to start acting. Only thinking on your own is not even considered the first step in their eyes."

I have to push her out of the nest now and I can only hope that she will fly.

"You will have to take the first step together with them to give peace to their mind. That is why I called her here."

I turned my head and their gazes followed mine. Haruno Yukinoshita walked up to us.

Yukinoshita looked at my, her gaze had the usual cold. She looked definitely angry.

"Why did you do that?"

"That's the training method you used on everyone else so far, but you never used it on yourself. Jump into the cold water and struggle till you succeed."

Before Haruno closed the distance I added one more line of encouragement. "Show her who you are."

Then I said my goodbye "I will see you at the club."


I left the park, Yuigahama most likely did the same. I did not wait for her, but she probably would not have followed me anyway. Despite her claiming to be unfair, her true personality was that of a nice girl. We postponed the talk about our feelings, but only till the next club activity. After Yukinoshita had talked with Haruno and her mother. She will wait these two more days.

At least so I thought, but when my phone vibrated I couldn't say I was calm at all.

I panicked, a lot.

Luckily it was just my mother sending me a message.

"Komachi has to relax properly for a while, so be sure to buy the groceries from now on..."

I read the message out loud. A second message came in, a long list of what to buy and which supermarket to go.

I'm probably just as tired as Komachi right now, can't I rest properly too?

With a sigh I went on my way. After all, if I don't go Komachi would stay hungry.

The shopping at the supermarket went smoothly. It's not like it was the first time for me to do the shopping. Before Komachi took over, it was my duty originally.

That was quite some time ago if I think about it. Damn, now I feel as old as Hiratsuka-sensei.

After I gathered everything on the list I was about to make my way to the register when suddenly familiar blonde curls entered my vision. The bare legs stretching out from under the miniskirt confirmed the identity of the owner pretty much but I took one more moment of observation to be completely sure. Miura Yumiko dressed up as gaudy as ever, but I better leave before she notices me. Most likely she would mistake me for a stalker, if she didn't already. When I think about it, I had been staring at Miura's group a lot ever since we got into class F this school year.

Also meeting classmates outside of school always ends up as a bad memory.

Although the situation in school this year is not as bad as usual. I probably could deal with meeting a few classmates. Like Totsuka, Totsuka or Totsuka, but Miura was not on that list.

I stole one more glance at her on my way to the register. After I had paid for the groceries my way lead me straight home.

At least I will get a full day of rest before the fate of the club will be decided on Monday.


Author's Note

Greetings,

First, clearly this is set directly after Volume 11 of the Light Novel. Second, with that said my fanfiction will be based on the LN. Characters will behave accordingly.

The LN offers more material for Hachiman and Yumiko than one would expect. I got that feeling already while I was reading it for the first time. In order to prepare properly for this fanfiction I extracted all these scenes with dialogue, thoughts or reactions from the LN series and all extra stories I could find. This amounted into a 75 pages word-document. I will stick closely to this material.

Liberties I take will be along the line of when Hachiman speaks with others and Yumiko is nearby. I will decide whether she heard the conversation or not (like the birthday talk in V4). Or I will emphasise meanings in certain reactions/thoughts or sentences, but I won't go against the meaning, unless I have enough reasons to declare it a joke or dishonesty by Hachiman.

So for those who did not read the LN I will say two things. Apart from V1 he never even thinks one bad word towards Yumiko. Changes like these from the first Volume are common practice in LNs when they turn out to be successful and become a longer series and thus the 'stupid' will be ignored by me since it never returns in the 10+ Volumes afterwards. So don't expect it here.

Hachiman observes the group of Miura a lot, and in most cases he refers to it as Miura's group rather than Hayama's group. (ratio is about 5:1). In nearly every observation on the group he comments on her, what she looks like or does, even when she is not his 'target' caused by requests or is part of his interest of the day. No one else in that group gets that much attention during these observations. It's justified to say that he has a crush on her looks. At one point he even called it a 'one-sided relationship' in his thoughts. This clearly didn't meant that he will dance with a pillow inside his room while thinking of her, but more like he is aware of himself having concerns for her while she does not for him. [The context of the scene was that one of Miura's action saved him temporary from the Sagami aftermath as side-effect.]

There are a lot of other things, but those I will explain during my fanfiction either by directly referring to them inside the story or via a footnote.

I will try my best not to leave Anime-only viewers behind.

Till next chapter, if someone wants.