A/N: Starting another chapter fic is a bad idea on my part. A very bad idea. But hey, since the Kagerou Days/Daze episode is airing this weekend, I figured I might as well get this one up and running! It's my first HibiHiyo-focused story, so it's as much of an adventure for me to write as it is to read, I guess.

Lots of one-sided KonoHiyo to begin with! Trying to stick with canon even though this is an AU… so Hiyori does like Konoha for a while.

Hibiya's a bit of a jerk in this haha… but you'll get to hear his side of the story eventually, so it'll make sense! Until then, here's Hiyori.

EDIT: OH MY GOSH BLESS YOU GUEST FOR POINTING OUT MY STUPID MISTAKE WITH HIYORI'S NAME. I can't believe I knew that before, but I have absolutely no idea why I kept writing her name the other way around /cries

If you asked for 'Asahina Hiyori' in my neighbourhood, then tough luck for you. People would just laugh at you, whisper behind your backs, tell you all the wild tales about that wretched girl living in the cream and pink house at the end of the street.

Wow. You'd probably think. This girl must be a terrible person, my mistake.

Yeah, well before you move on, I'll tell you this much. Asahina Hiyori is my name.

And I did absolutely nothing wrong. If you believe the rumours, you're stale.

From a very young age, people had always looked down on me. Quite literally, since I wasn't the tallest girl in the world, but also because of my mother. She was a young, single mother and I was her second child to her second ex-husband; my elder half-sister Ayaka having booked it as soon as she turned 18. I was 9 at the time, and I haven't seen her since.

Now, even 7 years later, everyone would still look at me with such disdainful eyes. 'You'll be just as useless as your mother', they say. 'You're a disgrace, you'll be a mighty disgraceful high school dropout', they say. 'Reliant on a man to make you happy'. 'Reliant on another to get your money'.

Judgemental common folk, I say.

Guess it was too bad I was going to prove them all wrong.

That was because I, Asahina Hiyori, was a strong independent and intellectual young lady who could do perfectly well without a man thank you very much.

Especially not this man.

Because just as my luck would have it, the actual stalker prince of my rich-ass high school – ugh, Hibiya Amamiya, it pains me to utter the name – was so very irrevocably in love with me.

Disgusting.

"Sweetheart, can you take Hibiya around the city? He's moved in from the country and I'll be taking his parents out for dinner in a tick. Adult things, you see." Mother dear called from the kitchen, the eleven-year-old Asahina kicking herself off her chair and padding to the door.

"Alright, I got it."

"I-I'll be in your care, Hiyori..!"

Even then, I didn't like him. A bumbling, stuttering brunet boy from the countryside, obedient to a fault and seeming to have no individual thoughts of his own. He followed my each and every order, hanging onto every single word. It wasn't irritating at all, I figured out, it was actually sort of nice.

It wasn't like we were friends back then either though – he was convenient, and listened to me, which was all I really needed from him.

"H-hiyori, I-"

"What's your problem? Speak up, or I'll leave you behind."

But then again, I kind of miss that stupid dorky little kid I knew back then. He was tolerable, and sweet at times, but by gosh if you see him now.

If only you saw him now.

As if on cue, Hibiya Amamiya of the now flung the doors of the cafeteria open, surrounded by his ever present posse. He wore his tie loose around his neck, the top button of his shirt undone and yeah, why? To seem attractive? He was trying way too hard.

"Guys, leave me alone." Hibiya groaned, his deft fingers unlocking the clasp of his lunchbox – made by one of his groupies, I bet. "I can't eat with all of you crowding around me."

"But Hibiya, let me feed you!" Ew, gross. Did he even know that girl?

"Hell no. All of you just get lost, okay?"

Hibiya was sharp-tongued, and often grumpy, at least that's what I've been told (I never saw him as such before this whole high school extravaganza began). At his words the crowd dispersed only slightly, and then mister gorgeous – I'll get to him later, I promise – shot the moody boy the most heart-warming smile ever. Prince asshole himself, Hibiya, only scowled back at him.

"Konoha, come sit with me. You don't count, I've told you that a million times, god."

"Alright… I'll… eat anything you can't finish, okay?"

"Whatever, sit."

So okay, okay, okay. Konoha. How do I even begin? He's an absolutely adorable, wonderful, beautiful, amazing, talented-

"Sly, cocky bastard." Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Meet my best friend, Ene.

Electric blue hair, usually tied in pigtails, wears a uniform 3 sizes too big for her and wields prosthetic legs like a champion. Her voice is loud, whiny, but adorable as all hell. Yeah, you won't miss her. Anyway, as I was saying-

"I really hate Konoha, you know?" Ene bit into her apple angrily. "He pisses me off just sitting there!"

"Shut up, he's perfect."

Besides the fact that he's Hibiya's best friend, he was just the greatest. You know, even though I said I don't need a man, I could make an exception for Konoha, because like, wow. You wouldn't even know.

But I reckon everyone in the school, no, the city even, would make an exception for the beautiful Konoha he was just that perfect –

"Yeah, no. He acts like we don't even exist! Like he's above us, Hiyori, don't you even notice?"

Everyone apart from Ene of course. I just didn't get her sometimes, but maybe it's a year thing. She had been held back a year due to a sickness she had in the past; the poor thing.

At least she has the consolation of being friends with me.

"Hiyori, I-" Well, well, look who decided to show up. His overbearing confidence levels seemed to have plumaged to an all-time low. "Do you re-remember me? I.. I mean. I. It's Hibiya. From uh, the southern province. We used to go to the park together and uh.."

"I know who you are." I interrupted swiftly, starting to pack up. All the eyes in the cafeteria were on us now, all pathetic. Judgemental eyes. Wait, was that a figurine of me that he was holding? "And I do not want to be associated with you."

"B-but Hiyori I-"

"No." Ene held onto my arm, silently telling me to wait for her before I started walking off. There it goes, he just hid the freaking figurine, why does he even have something like that?

"I brought you a g-gift-"

"Screw you and your gift."

Playing the innocent role, Hibiya gazed at me, hands shaking. It reminded me of the past – but just you wait. He is not the boy that he was. Let me tell you, this teenager right here built a whole statue of me in the schoolyard.

Rich kid thought he could woo me with stalker-ish tendencies? Uh, no?

"Screw you," I repeated, muttering under my breath.

"Hey Hiyori I…" A smile. "I didn't know you felt that way about me, I'm flattered."

Mhm, who taught you to be a little shit? I sure didn't.

What happened to the stammering, cute in a nerdy way Hibiya that I once knew?

People change. I told you already. You wouldn't want to see him now.

"Get off my case." Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I rammed the side of my bag into him and stood up.

"You're just bitter because you can't get any, Asahina." One of the girls laughed from the table beside ours, her friends joining her with their obnoxious giggling.

"Or maybe she's embarrassed because she's tried so hard but Hibiya won't go for someone plain like her." Another girl chortled, finding herself the funniest person in the world. "She eats bread, for goodness' sake. If you're going to come to a prestigious school like this, at least stop acting like you're poor!"

"You're not any better!" Ene slammed her fists on our table, suddenly defensive for my sake. "So what if you've got maids to look after your pathetic behinds? Hiyori got in with pure talent, which is something you clearly don't have!"

Konoha, god I love him, appeared behind Hibiya, lost. "What's wrong with bread…?"

"Well, Hiyori. If you want a maid, I know a place you can call." The brunet crossed his arms, his sleeve riding up to show off the bracelet of a famous punk rock band. Oh wait, a signed bracelet, my apologies. "Or I don't know, maybe you'd be better fitted as a maid yourself."

Konoha was the only thing stopping me from punting you out the window right now, Hibiya Amamiya. You better be grateful to your best friend, but I wonder if he'd still be your best friend if he knew what you did to me all those years ago.

You see, I didn't quite explain in full detail earlier, and I'm not just about to tell you right off the bat.

I don't hate people without reasons, because that's just plain unreasonable.

There are reasons why I can't like Hibiya.

But that'll all come in due time.

"Hiyori, please. You'd be the perfect maid, you know-"

I took Ene by the wrist and hauled her out the door, the sound of Hibiya's followers cooing drowning out our footsteps.

"Losers." She murmured, my best friend catching me in a big hug. "Don't worry about what they say about you, Hiyori, they're all just big stupid losers."

"I'm not worrying, you idiot." I bit my lip, patting her back lightly.

I hate him.