"Why am I friends with you guys anyway?"
"What do you mean with that!?"
"Exactly what I said!"
Everyone was painfully aware of the gradual degradation of the relationship between the members of Hayam's clique. Fights like this were a normal thing by now.
And as usual, the voice of reason tried to defuse the situation.
"You don't need to fight over this, guys. Calm down and-"
"Stay out of this, Hayato!"
"Yeah, man. We need to settle this right now, so don't interrupt us!"
Hayama was taken aback with the unusual aggressive look on the faces of his "friends". Not knowing what to do, he just stood there, looking like a lost child.
At the corner of that same classroom, Hikigaya Hachiman was sitting in his seat and watching them from afar.
(Heh. Serves you right, you damn farce.)
Hikigaya spat out in his heart.
Call him petty if you want, but Hikigaya Hachiman just can't stand fake things like Hayama Hayato and his little clique.
Then Hayama turned his face to Hikigaya and widened his eyes, as if just noticed his presence.
"Oh, ohhhhh, Hikigaya!"
"Wait. Don't come crying to me like I'm going to solve your problems for you, you fake idiot! Don't you have any pride!?"
There are problems that people should take care of themselves.
But sometimes, you need to ask for help.
Especially if you're a fake coward.
What did I just write?
