My Story is even more wrong then expected
Rough Draft: V.2
Disclamier: Do not own My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU but I enjoy it all the same.
Loneliness...
is it so wrong to want to be by yourself with no one around?
Is it so wrong to not actively interact with others?
That just because there is no I in team, means I have to get along with others. Well, if that's the case then there is no all in cooperation. Meaning not everyone has to get along with each other. The amount or type of people in your group does not affect your individual strength or intelligence.
Just because your part of a group that's known to produce excellent results doesn't mean you, by yourself will also produce tremendous results as well. Loners by choice are better off, why? Because we produce better results with better efficient without having to contribute to the social norms that is required by working in groups.
Most often then not, those who are not part of the main group's network of friends are forced to shoulder all the work given to them by there so called group members. While your slaving away trying to finish the project, your group members are having the time of their life not giving a damn about your situation.
No, Loners are the true BETAS, wait... No... That's not right... We are the Omega. We are not the first but we are the last.
"–alright so who wants to translate this?"
Sitting in the corner of the room. A black hair boy hunches over his desk and lays his head on his open book.
"—Anyone? I mean this is almost basic knowledge."
The youthful looking teacher slightly frustrated looks around the room and spots the black hair youth seemingly sleeping.
"Alright since Hikigaya-san has his mind so deeply into his book, won't he give us the answer?"
The sleeping youth slightly raises his head.
"-hmm?
"Well Hikigaya-san, glad to see you awake, now wouldn't you translate the poem and tell us what it means?"
Softly groaning he slowly stands up with book in hand.
As he stands up in a slight slouch his fellow classmate start to mumble among themselves. The black hair student starts to read the poem, clearing his throat he reads off,
"Even the blossoming flowers.
Colors are fragrant, but they
Will eventually scatter
Who in our world
Is unchanging?
The deep mountains of karma-
We cross them today
And we shall not have superficial dreams..."
"Alright then can you tell us what is meant here?"
Having a sorta detached tone he spoke, "That everything changes and once you acknowledge that you can reach a new set of mind..."
A few students start to laugh and giggle a bit, but yet the black hair student remains detached.
"Alight glad you were listening, now take a seat."
"...Hai, sensei..." He Mumbled.
"Alright, since the bell is gonna ring. I—..."
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God damn, even presenting the correct answer gives me nothing but ridiculed.
It's so annoying, there should be no reason why they should give a damn about me. Still it's amazing that they even remember me enough to laugh at me in the middle of class.
A/N: Alrigt to be honest I don't really know where to start my story either I start it from the beginning or I look for a place in the middle of the story and then make my story fit the current vibe and take off from there. I know what type of story I want to do, it's a story of where hachiman just can't take all that's happens to him from his childhood. I mean I had a rough childhood but reading what he went through sorta just stuck me as why hasn't he gone into the deep end or at least be a bit more diffident from how he is present but then I remember It's not a reality story or at least not fully implementing human nature and a few other reason. So decided to give it my own shot. So Please review and give me your thoughts on where should I start my story, thank you :)
