Author's Note: Lawl, so. This takes place in seitenkan (gender bending) verse. Don't shoot me.
Disclaimer: Haruhi ≠ mine.
Cosmic Irony
I'm not sure when the thought first crossed my mind. I feel like it must have been one of those times when Haruki deemed it necessary to throw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carry me to wherever his warpath lead next... but really, it could have been at any point when I felt humiliated and belittled by his actions. Which is dreadfully often, sadly.
So how would everything have turned out, I wonder, if things were reversed? What if I were the tall, strong male—one with common sense, mind you—and Haruki were the "weaker sex"?
It's hard to imagine Haruki as a girl. I wonder if she'd be any calmer? Any more reasonable? Proper girls aren't supposed to act so boldly! Haruki, however, has never been one to follow convention, and I suppose his female self would see no reason to, either. Terrifying.
Either way, surely I wouldn't let myself be pushed around by her. I'd be bigger and stronger, and no matter how ridiculous her powers, there's no way she'd be able to drag a physically fit (in no small part due to the steep climb to school) teenaged male across the school. No way.
Which means that I'd be free of Haruki's silly SOS Brigade. Glorious freedom!
Oh, if only.
Now, it's not healthy to let such ridiculous thoughts fester in one's mind, and with no slider to confide in (this does not, by any means, imply that I hope for Haruki to wrangle one up!), I brought the idea up to Nagato-kun. I expected him to immediately dismiss it without even glancing up from his book, so I was caught somewhat off-guard when he actually fixed his gaze on me and just stared for a good three-quarters of a minute. Just as I was about to call it off as a joke (because it was awfully hard not to squirm uncomfortably with him looking at me like that), he gave a short, brisk answer and turned back to his novel.
"It is possible."
I kind of thought I saw a weird kind of... twinkle in his eyes as he turned away, but I figure it must have been my imagination. I mean, the alien-created humanoid interface had never shown much of any motion before, so why would he at such a silly little suggestion...? Strange.
Well, maybe such a universe does exist somewhere. I can honestly say that, after all I've been through, I wouldn't be surprised. So, to my counterpart with the Y-chromosome who may or may not exist somewhere out there, I offer to you the following message:
I wish you all the best, and I hope that at least you are free of that ridiculous nickname.