Well, considering the fact I finally managed to make another fic about something besides a certain series, I'll note that this is only a prologue. Due to time constraints and such, I'll have to update this a little later.

Apologies beforehand if you find this OOC. Of course, I'm assuming you haven't read the title, which describes this story quite fittingly.

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. Hamachi/OreGairu belongs to Wataru Watari. Only the plot (and to an extent, not even that) belongs to me.

The empty classroom positively glowed in the afternoon sunlight, with long shadows cast from the chairs.

Two of them were in wait for someone to sit on them.

One occupied chair, however, found itself constantly scooted and loudly nudged to a side.

The occupant, a blond girl, bit her lip in impatience while occasionally glancing at a dog-eared copy of "The Nighthawk's Star" in her hands.

It seemed she was always early, no matter what.

And this was beyond annoying at this point. She couldn't even read now.

Finally the door squeaks as it slides open.

'Finally! Meguri! What took you so long!'

The brown-haired girl rubbed her head apologetically.

'Eheh, sorry Yumiko...I guess I was staying too long with Sensei.'

Stepping out of the entrance, the spot is quickly replaced by a sharply contrasted pair of individuals.

On one end, a stout, glasses-wearing boy stumbles into the room, nearly spilling his thick pile of papers tucked at his side in his rush to get in.

Seeing this, Yumiko widens her eyes in fear.

'Dammit, YZ-kun, I said last time we met that your story sucked as much as before and that you should stop adding me as the main villain! And you know I never want to see another page from you again!'

The other woman on the side shrugs hopelessly at this.

'Yumiko-chan, don't be so rough, this is a service club, how can we ho-'

The blond quickly switches gears, pointing an threatening finger at the teacher, while the otaku quickly reels back in horror at the prospect that his writing still has not improved.

'Yukinoshita-sensei, you have no right to say that! I came here to read, yet I can't even do that now that I have to deal with this pushover along with this dimwit. Weren't you satisfied when I just read my books in a corner desk?!'

The woman waves away the accusations.

'First of all, I told you to call me Haruno-chan, there are two Yukinoshitas' in this school. Second of all, both Meguri-chan and Yoshiteru-kun are both nice people, as I'm sure you know, so-'

'Don't give me that!'

Before the hot-tempered girl could lash out again, Meguri quickly intervenes.

'Ah, but Yumiko-chan, if I remember, you read Zaimokuza's stories everytime, even though you always said they were bad.'

The girl is momentarily stunned, leaving the room in silence. The writer jumps up in hopefulness, while Haruno raises an eyebrow at this.

'...I hate this club.'

The other girl smiles warmly at this. Seems she was letting loose.

'Yet Yumiko-chan, don't you come here every time, even though Haruno here never enforces our presence here?'

Despite the teacher's slight smile waning at the little side comment, Yumiko develops a harsh red flush.

'Look, this place is quiet for my reading, alright! And then you two come in! So all I want to do is reading here!'

Haruno gives a sly smirk, while slowly backing to the doorway behind her.

'Well, you three settle it yourselves, I think I hear a student needing my help.'

As quickly as she came, she leaves in a flash.

The two girls look at each other in unison with a mix of apprehension and appreciation.

Seeing his opportunity, Zaimokuza raises his draft in the air dramatically.

'Zaimokuza Beam! Commence meeting!'

Upon completing the action, he unceremoniously slams his manuscript down on the floor, flooding the room with a clutter of kanji.

Yumiko glares at him, before covering her eyes and sighing in frustration.

'Scratch that. I really hate this club.'

Being a former stuco president and everything aside, she honestly loved everything to do with her work.

The busy student council room was as usual; quiet, with only the occasional flip of papers and the constant clack of several computer keyboards. Of course, today was more productive than usual; strange, considering the current president was absent that day.

She finally pauses, briefly nodding as another member passes her a cup of water. The girl whispers to her in a suggestion while she drinks.

'Yukino, I think we should call it a day. We're all tired after last night's work for the budget plans this year.'

Scanning the crowd of papers and bodies, she indeed sees many haggard faces and yawns.

Nodding, she agrees. There wasn't much else to do.

'Thank you for telling me, Yui.'

The other girl smiles at this, and hurries away as Yukino shuffles her papers in order, immediately grabbing the attention of the sleep-deprived students in the room, already seeing the premonitions of a early release. Shutting her laptop down, Yukino bows quickly to the group.

'I would like to thank you all for your work. You may go.'

Instantly, the place roars with response, and many grin at her small speech.

'You're welcome!'

'You should know better. I can do five times more work than this!'

Accepting the compliments, Yukino stepped into place along with her enthusiastic crowd of friends in the council as they exit the place excitedly.

Just another normal day, as she joins in coverstation with Yui and another girl. Just a normal day.

'So, did you hear about that new club? Not the Neighbors club, that new garden club...'

She slides her papers in her bag, following them through the hallways while chatting happily.

After finally getting his things packed up, the boy shoulders his bag, stalking down the hallways. He was tired like normal.

He hadn't even walked three steps before he already felt the incessant chatter from a nearby group of girls. Brushing away his grey hair, he leans closer. Might as well listen.

"Did you hear? I heard the guy next to us hangs out with a gang after school!'

Heh. Not even close. He easily shrugs that one off.

'No, I heard he goes to work at a crossdresser bar!'

Okay, now that's getting hurtful, and hitting a bit too close to home.

Guess he could always text his little sister, see how she was. Keep his mind off all of th-

'And Iroha said he's a sis con to boot!'

Saika rolled his eyes, and removed his hand from where his phone would be.

Guess that will have to wait.

They had been here waiting for absolutely nothing to happen, and that's what they got.

At the bench on top of the school, the four boys sit there, silently contemplating life itself while enjoying the cool sea breeze.

Kakeru, Yamato, and Ōoka are about to doze off, being that they all had a competitive meet last night. But before they can escape school for a bit, a jarring sentence brings them all back to reality.

'You know, I think "female instructor" sounds sexier than "female teacher."'

The other three give dubious looks at Hachiman.

'What?'

'Where do you think this stuff up, Hik?'

Kakeru shakes his head in disbelief.

'I always thought you agreed with us, the kanji for "teacher" look way better.'

All three nod sagely. Wise words indeed. Except for Hachiman, who still holds on his beliefs stubbornly.

'How about this, let's go rock-paper-scissors. If you win I'll buy us all a drink and I'll agree. If I win, you go buy me a drink and all of you agree.'

Yamato and Ōoka shake their head.

'You have to beat all of us at once, Hik.'

'That's right, since we disagree.'

The defiant boy grins deviously.

'You're on.'

Rock was going to be his winning move against his first opponent, Kakeru.

. . . . .

Sad to say, he bought them all juice after losing to Kakeru in the first round.

He wouldn't buy them juice. Not today, he was busy.

The face of the boy is covered by a magazine opened that was highlighting the possibilities of 3-D galges. Meanwhile, the boy behind the article looked on passively, looking for that one piece of information he needed.

'Hey, look, otaku over there is busy.'

'Oh yeah, I think I'm thirsty. Should I get a drink?'

He paid them no heed. This was important if he was to find the necessary selection to add on his developing game. He definitely needed it to improve on his game that he was going to enter to the upcoming competition. If only he wasn't distracted by those around him.

'Hey otaku!'

He gives no sign that he noticed the jeer.

'Hey Hayato! Did you go deaf or something? Do games do that to you nowadays? Or was that chuunibyou?''

He was going to have to endure this for his game. Or at least, that was what he was constantly repeating in his head as a mantra.

Whack, return. Whack, return. Rinse and repeat.

In the tennis court, the girl swings her racket at the ball, launching it across full force, passing by her partner before she could even react. A straight win for three rounds.

'Alright, we'll continue this tomorrow. You've still got a long way to go, though.'

Patting down her ruffled grey hair, the athlete is suddenly bombarded by other members coming along side her.

'Saki-san, can I walk with you home?'

'Wait, Saki-san, can I practice with you the day after? I still need some improving.'

'Hey, you're a third-year, why should you need anymore practice?'

The tall girl hushes the group.

'We'll do a group practice with me, alright? Me against all of you. But later.'

All of the members suck back their breath.

'A-are you sure?'

She nods, before leaving as she slings her uniform across her shoulder.

'...I see why she's called the Knight...'

The club stares in awe as the girl doesn't look back at the small crowd clumped together in the small tennis court, with Saki simply walking away.

In another classroom, a group of girls cluster upon a small area, with a certain arrogant one at the head.

'What do you suppose we should do this weekend?'

Adjusting her glasses to look up at the clock in the classroom, the leader scoffs.

'It's not even halfway through the week, and you're already thinking about the weekend? You're getting a bit ahead of yourself there, aren't you?'

The other girl hurriedly nods, before returning to stare quietly at her phone.

'Hey, Minami, do you have any Chocos? I'm getting hungry.'

Minami does a quick search within her bag.

'Sorry, Hina, but no. I only have chocolate.'

Grumbling, she accepts the wrapped sweet without thanks.

'It's a pity you didn't have any Chocos, but I guess I'll have to eat after we get back from club activities.'

Minami enviously looks on as Hina ate the bar.

'By the way, where's Hachiman?'

Snapped out of her jealousy, Minami looks around, as she hadn't noticed.

'What, he isn't here today?'

Polishing off the rest of the chocolate, Hina shakes her head.

'No, I was talking with him this morning...'

Of course, the late afternoon sun bathed the room in a brilliant orange, with long shadows cast from each student.

Oddly enough, all of the people feel a strange sense of déjà vu.

Few chairs are occupied, except for those with gaming consoles that sit in huddles.

The day will be over soon.

Well, what a beautiful ending. What the hell does that imply anyways? And was that a reference(s) I saw?

The transitional phrases were sort of strange, too. Everytime the scenery changes, the last sentence is mirrored in the next event.

Also:

Who the hell is who, and what the blazes is going on?

Not mocking anyone there.

In all seriousness, I do genuinely hope you enjoy this addition to the fanfics out there.

Like I've said, I don't have plans updating this properly until some matters are resolved.

Until then, review, follow, and read some other story/author other than mine.

I'm not paying the proper amount of time to these fics, so wait until I can to do all that fun stuff for me.

Oh, but do post constructive criticism. Or just criticism in general. It's either notable or enjoyable.

See you next year when I update this(I meant next chapter, really, I did).