The sun.
An accursed sphere of flame. A sphere of flame so hated, a great number of individuals curse its existence every morning. How much more you would have been loved if you came up perhaps 2 hours later. Or maybe 3 hours. That would be enough, wouldn't it?
Indeed, no sphere of flame in the universe is as hated as the sun is.
Actually, my point is supposed to be that I should have at least two more hours of sleep time! What kind of person would wake up early during a school break? Definitely not me.
Though mom would probably kill me for sleeping in.
Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, am I right?
With that in mind, I fell right back asleep.
Which was a huge mistake. Huge mistake. Huge mistake. I was shook awake by unfamiliar hands that kept screaming with an unfamiliar voice.
Who are you, woman?
I ignored the countless things she kept saying, keeping my head buried in countless pillows (that actually seem unbearably soft today, how amazing), I hid deeper into my precious, somehow extra extra large blanket to prevent those grubby hands from disturbing me further.
Apparently it wasn't enough, as this woman suddenly evolved and gained lightning fast agility! A wild encounter surprised me, Pokedex, please help me.
It was only out of my sheets that I realized what happened.
Unfamiliar hands
Unfamiliar voices
What the fuck? Have I been kidnapped?
In an instant I was awake. I backed away, far, far, far from the unknown. With my back to the wall, my eyes opened.
Unbearably soft pillows
Extra large blanket
Like hell I'm that rich. I'm still saving for a PS4, you know?
Continuing my scan, I found more curious things.
Ridiculously large room
Expensive high-specs laptop
Woman dressed in a maid outfit
Huge desk stacked high with –
Wait. My eyes scoured the room again.
Woman dressed in a maid outfit
A maid?! She's been talking a lot, actually. I haven't been listening to her. She's probably the one talking since awhile ago? "Young master!" She keeps screaming.
How kinky. This must be a dream, and what a dream this must be. If this is a dream then…
I take a step forward. "Maid." I say in my sternest voice.
Instantly the young maid stops, her face flushed. She was exasperated and relieved, yeah, but most surprisingly, she was blushing.
"Y-Yes, Young Master?" she stutters out.
I smile confidently. "Please move closer to me."
Shyly, the maid walks closer and closer, her gaze focused on her twiddling thumbs. "Y-Young Master, I r-really don't think we should be doing t-this…" she tells me. "It's inappropriate…"
I place my hand on her shoulder and guide her to the mattress, slightly ruffled from the waking up experience.
But of course, as with all particularly good dreams. Something always goes wrong and wakes you up. I trip over a soccer ball of all things.
Well, it was a good dream while it lasted, I suppose…
My head hits the floor, the soccer ball ricocheting off the wall twice to land right on my face.
"Young master!" The maid shouts for me, checking my wounds.
After a moment, she sighs, seemingly content that the hit wasn't too hard and there was only a minor bruise. "Young master, are you all right? I came here to wake you up. It's not like you to sleep in like this." She offers me her hand to raise myself up and I accept. "You aren't yourself today."
Indeed I wasn't myself today.
My tripping landed me right in front of the room's unfamiliarly large mirror.
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
Super athletic body
Actually super handsome
As I continued staring at the guy in the mirror, I saw the maid continue speaking from my position on the floor. "Young master, it seems that you're not yourself today, although you don't seem to be sick or injured. Your father has already left for work. I will not say anything if you wish to be absent from school today, but as your maid, it is my duty to aid you. Please don't let this become a habit." What a loyal maid. I'd love to have someone as loyal to me as this maid.
Seriously, she's such a super maid. "With that said, I will leave you here for today. If there's anything you need, please do not hesitate to rely on me."
I nodded, and she left the room silently. With footsteps like that, serious attitude, and discipline, I have no doubts that she's actually a ninja. I don't doubt it, I can't. Believe it! I wonder if she can teach me the Shadow Clone Jutsu.
No point wondering about that now, I guess. I push off the floor and I easily stand.
Now, you might be thinking. Okay, so that was weird. You woke up into a strange room with strange things that really don't belong to you with a strange yet loyal nin-maid at your side. What could be weird about standing up?
Uh, duh?
The fact that the blonde haired, blue eyed, athletic, and handsome guy in the mirror is mimicking what I'm doing. It kind of frustrates me how suave and cool he looks no matter what I do to twist his facial expressions.
Ignoring that, because this is obviously a dream, I head straight to his laptop. Hey! Don't judge! This dream is weird, okay? But when things are weird, go and explore!
I pinch myself before reaching the screen because I'm not that naïve.
Am I still really asleep?
I return my gaze to the mirror.
His handsome gaze looks back.
I turn away and look at the expensive laptop. Log in, right?
The user's name is… Hayama Hayato.
The password isn't filled, but it seems the thing has a fingerprint scanner. The laptop accepts my fingerprint to log in to the user Hayama Hayato.
I'm not stupid! I go to check the user profile and information.
Hayama Hayato, blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic, handsome.
Student of Sobu High…? Oregairu? Elaborate dream prank guys, good job. Iroha forever, now let me out of this weird dream.
Bzzzt
The sound of a phone rings out. My hand reaches out and grabs it on instinct, placing the finger on the fingerprint scanner to unlock the phone like I do onmy phone.
First thing that pops up is a message from one Miura Yumiko.
Hey Hayato, how are you? It's not like you to be absent, so I'm just texting to check on you. Because I'm a bit worried.
And one more from Kakeru Tobe
Hayato, my man! Where are you? You're not sick are you? Miura's pretty worried about you, you know?
Sounds like these two are worried.
Instantly, I feel a bit envious of this Hayama Hayato. People are already looking for you, huh?
I shake my head. Before any of that, I need to confirm something first. I head back to the menu. Camera Camera Camera – Found it. Shaking away my hesitance, I start it up. The camera's pointing away from me, but my heart's already pounding really quickly. Last second. I pinch myself on the arm hard and leg and even slap myself multiple times in the face but nothing changes. Nothing's happening. I won't wake up.
I finally manage to make the camera face me. I should see my own face on the phone's screen -
Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Athletic. Handsome.
Instead, Hayama Hayato's face stared back.
Yahallo guys! This is something that's been bothering me. I really wanted to write this SI fic, on the Oregairu fanfiction of all things! I must be quite insane, heh! Well, the truth is that I've been really interested in Hayama. He's more deep than is expected, which is what I love about Oregairu. Supporting characters and their feelings, they're expanded on and they impact others just as much as the main character's emotions and situations do. I especially love how Ebina Hina was done!
About best girls, well, I'll declare it here right now. Iroha is best girl. Fite me. HAHAHA just kidding
This fic (probably) won't feature SIOC!Hayato x Iroha unless something changes my mind. The whole story will be about this SIOC, after all, which is already pretty selfish. I don't want this fic to be all about my own personal wishes heheh
What I do want is for this fic to talk about our SIOC's struggles socially, sort of like Hachiman, and how everything and everyone reacts to a different Hayama.
And one sort of secret thing, which I won't reveal for now. I have plans too, you know?
Until then, bye guys!