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(8man PoV)

It's been over an hour since mom's message came in, Komachi has since drifted off to the sweet depths of slumber, and being the responsible elder sibling, I have to stay awake till my parents are done with their necessary socializing and return to our humble abode.

Plus dad would probably disown me if I caused Komachi discomfort by having her stay up.

I'm currently surfing through TV channels and have finally settled on an old James Bond movie, though I'm not a big fan of the series, I do find them entertaining, the story is generally good, the heroines real lookers, there's quite a bit of sci-fi and I can always use this as an excuse of trying to improve my English by watching foreign films.

Vita-chan lies discarded upstairs in my room, the movie is pretty much nearing climax, but seriously, going on with a big blast along the fault lines of tectonic plates to take out business competitors? I might not be the brightest bulb in science, but that sounds plain stupid, but then again, they say there's a fine line between stupidity and genius, maybe someone could actually try that and succeed, who knows what could happen.

*Ding*

Well looks like they're back.

I lower the volume and move towards the door, luckily a commercial break pops in which means that I won't miss the ending. Reaching the door, I take off the chain, unlock the door and open it.

"Welcome Home."

I offer a proper greeting instead of my usual 'Yo,' generally my dad tends to come back drunk from such dinners and has a tendency to suddenly become my counselor and philosopher if it looks like I'm slacking, his lecture drags on for hours and to be honest I am quite sleepy now.

"Goodnight Hachiman." With a quick response, my old man moves past me straight towards their bedroom, looks like the night was more demanding than usual.

"W-we're back." My mom gives me a nervous smile, her face is a bit red, hey, it's not like this is something new for me, I'm pretty much used to it now.

I see that mom is carrying a big bag, not something that someone usually takes to a dinner, well whatever, according to the basic rules of chivalry I extend my hand to relieve her of the burden which she gladly puts in my hand, it's surprisingly heavy.

Mom moves in and takes off her coat and scarf before heading towards the kitchen, I follow her mutely awaiting instructions as to where to dump this burden before I copy dad and proceed straight to my room.

"Put it there Hat-chan."

She gestures to a corner where I immediately dump the weight, now-

"Oh my, A view to kill."

She points out to the movie on TV in the living room, looks like the commercial break has ended.

"Yeah"

I comment tiredly as I sit down on the sofa, might as well catch the final battle, even if it isn't in the best graphics. I notice that mom takes a seat next to me as well, quite interested in the movie.

"The premise of such always seemed far fetched to me." As usual, the female begins small talk.

"You've seen this one before mom?"

"Your dad took me to see that on our first date." She chuckles a bit before continuing, "Though I was pretty much clueless the entire time, I could barely understand English and the theater didn't even have subtitles."

"That's surprising." I always thought dad had the inherent ability to read between the lines, how could he have missed out on such a crucial detail? More importantly how did mom even agree to go out with him again if he committed such a huge blunder on his first try?

"Well, seeing him that nervous was amusing enough for me, plus the movie told me how I lacked, I started reading English books only after that." My questions are answered without even asking, can she read my mind?

The movie ends shortly, as usual, the 'good guys' win, someone out there should try making a movie where the villain succeeds, I can't guarantee it will break revenue records, but this 'hero saves the day' is a bit too overused, audiences can always use some change.

I switch off the TV, now to say the words and sleep.

"Goo-"

"Would you like some tea Hat-chan?" well looks like I can't go down just yet, might as well play along.

"Sure." It's pretty chilly tonight.

Mom moves inside the kitchen and I follow suit, soon enough a cup of warm tea is placed on the dining table, I take a sip and relish it's sweet taste, ah, truly, this is even a notch above Yukinoshita.

"So how was your day Hat-chan, anything special?"

"Well today…" I repeat the events of the day. Though she's a corporate slave, mom is fairly involved in my life, I mean she often cleans my room for me, does my laundry among other stuff, plus she's quite open minded as well, I mean one time she even found an old porno mag in my room and- nevermind that, anyways, I often end up talking with her about my rather boring school life.

Almost nothing in my life is hence hidden from her, even my confession to Orimoto and me being a part of the Service club, she tried to help me both times, treating me to ice-cream when I was rejected, consoling me and even offering to register an official complaint when I told her I was forced into a club.

Mom listens with rapt attention as I speak along, though Komachi is the favored child, mom pays more attention to me as dad solely dotes on his daughter, so some form of balance is to be maintained.

"So you're the committee head now?" her tone clearly indicates she is amused, well then again it's quite some time since any worthwhile news came from me.

"Yeah," I lean back on the sofa, "Though it feels like too much of a pain."

"It's always nice to try new things Hat-chan, after all that is what marks true youth."

'hmpf'

Heh, youth, what a lie.

*groan*

I turn to see mom facepalm dramatically at my reaction, hey what's with you woman, are you drunk as well? Who the hell drove then?

"Honestly Hachiman, one girl and you're down like this, sheesh."

Wait, what?

"Be a man dammit!" her cheeks are flushed as she practically shouts in my ears, she's drunk alright.

Wait a sec, is that why dad made a beeline to the bedroom immediately? Curse you old man! This is your wife! Handle her yourself and stop shoving your tasks onto me!

I wince slightly as I rub my ears, they're sensitive dammit!

"I mean c'mon one girl rejected you, get over it, be a man, there are plenty more fish in the ocean." She continues to ramble on, oh how I'm jealous of you my father, sleeping peacefully on my bed.

"Guys turning like you are the reason for our declining birth rates, the guy on TV was right, you're becoming damned herbivores!"

This is seriously getting out of hand! Don't blame me for our country's declining population, and what's the deal with me being a herbivore? I will never restrict my food choices like that.

Suddenly I feel the collar of my shirt is grabbed with a surprising amount of force as mom pulls me in towards herself, my dead fish eyes stare into her big onyx ones, honestly I'm getting a bit scared now, a drunk dad I'm used to, but a drunk mom is something I'm facing for the first time.

"Look at me Hachiman." Her gaze is fierce, of a level even higher than the proclaimed fire queen of Sobu, I don't remember her ever being this pushy, what in the world did she drink?

"You've got to have a go-getter attitude young man, where's your hunger?"

I already ate dinner mom, and what's with you being the drunk philosopher? I thought that was dad's role!

"Your father asked me out 3 times before I agreed to go out with him, you know that?"

He did? I thought dad was always the kind to avoid all this sort of stuff, you know that requires perseverance, like seriously, he enrolled me in cram school just after one attempt at teaching me math in middle school.

"Well honestly you do suck at math Hat-chan, you needed more help than Hiroshi could provide."

Did I think out loud again? And what's with telling your own son he sucks at math!? You've got to be encouraging to your children dammit!

"But honestly, I mean your algebra was horrible, and for encouragements, I was sure you'd still make it to Sobu, you've always been smart enough in your studies atleast."

I really need a filter between my mouth and my brain.

And atleast?

"Well let's put it this way Hat-chan," she leaves my collar allowing me to sit a bit comfortably, but her gaze doesn't allow my eyes to waver, "You didn't study to get into Sobu did you?"

What, hey I spent 2 months running myself to pure exhaustion everyday studying just so that I could crack the entrance exam.

"You simply wanted to get away from that girl who rejected you, what was her name again, Ori-something and your classmates that made fun of you for that, and you figured that making it to Sobu was your best bet as none of them had brains enough to crack that entrance test."

Has she always been this perceptive, or this is just a side effect of being drunk?

"I mean honestly, I was happy you were being serious and all but at the end it was just to run away, you know it just ruined the mood even when we saw your name in the top five."

Was that why you guys were so normal even during the family party? I mean sure I got a huge allowance bonus and a lot of other things, but the tone of my parents was never as ecstatic as that of a few of my relatives when they enthusiastically called that day to congratulate me.

"Seriously, that was it,"

I really need to seal my mouth.

"C'mon now, I would've been just as ecstatic if I hadn't known your reasons for working hard, knowing you were doing all that just so that you could get away from those kids made me just sad when you succeeded."

Did my parents actually think that much about me? I thought that…

"Well ofcourse we do, why else do you think your father is doting so much on Komachi now?"

Daughter-con…

"Pfft-hehehehaha" mom laughs like a maniac, just lull over and sleep already!

"Honestly, how did I not think of this? Daughter-con, its hilarious!" she continues to laugh unabated before her expression turns somewhat serious.

"He's just trying his best to make sure she's happy now," she looks at me again, "You know why, don't you Hachiman?"

Well the thought did cross my mind, but I've pretty much ignored it till now. You see, narcissism aside, I'm pretty confident in my ability and was pretty sure I could make it to Sobu. Seeing me, Komachi has set her sights on the same place as well, though there are many other schools nearby, and is quite vocal about it. But to be honest, her chances of making it are pretty shaky at best, her grades as it is are barely above average and her tendency to socialize at the drop of a hat isn't really making her work any harder towards achieving her goal, as evidenced by her cram school schedule which is quite a bit more leisurely than mine when I was in her position.

"Even with all the encouragement, Hiroshi knows that she might just not make it, though I don't really agree with his way of pampering, he's just going to make it worse if she doesn't make the cut."

"Well then why don't you change this?" I question her method, if she's already aware of it, why doesn't she just take other steps.

"Well I would prefer to soften the blow, but then again, as a parent I have to remain an optimist." She looks at me before she continues again,

"Enough of that, what about you?"

"What about me?" really.

"You decided to become the chairman on a whim didn't you?"

"Yeah…" I don't know where she's taking this.

"Then use this as a launching pad to get over that girl."

What?

"Puppy love isn't something you should allow to come in your way, one girl rejects you," she moves her hand in a sweeping motion, almost falling off the sofa, "You forget about it and move on."

What has my confession to Orimoto got to do with me heading the committee? I mean sure it opened my eyes to the ways in which this world works but…

"Honestly Hachiman," mom moves in cornering me, "be a bit more selfish you know, you've got brains, more so than me and even your dad, make use of that to do something worthwhile," her red cheeks puff slightly as she then moves a bit before speaking again, "Don't let one event dictate your way, especially something as small as a confession."

Giving me a sharp look, she concludes her statement, "It's just annoying for a parent to see their children do nothing to live up to your potential, honestly, you've got a lot more than me or your dad ever had, make something of it." With an air of finality she then somehow stumbles out of the door.

I merely sit back in shock of the event that has just taken place, you see my interactions with my parents are limited, and while mom makes quite a bit of effort, she's quite docile in her approach and I've honestly never seen this side of hers, and I don't intend to see it again either.

Her voice in this had a tone of anger….maybe frustration could be correct. Honestly, even when I did tell her about my confession, she was like, all understanding, treating me to ice-cream and encouraging me, that didn't ever change, but what was with this now?

Moving upstairs, I silently recalled reading somewhere that an intoxicated person does not lie, so was this how mom really felt? I mean I've always been one to appreciate bluntness, but this was too much, even for me.

Lying down on my bed I try to forget everything and sleep but the slumber I so heartily sought moments ago now eludes me, mom's drunk words, blunt as they were, cut in deeper than anything ever had, like sharp knives those words went straight to my heart and somehow cut through my thoughts.

My confession to Orimoto rang again in my mind, how much significance did it play in my life?

Objectively thinking from a third person's point of view, it would suffice to say that over 80% of what I was now was thanks to her rejection and the teasing that followed thereafter. Thinking like that, my interactions currently were also fully, or at the beast heavily influenced by it.

Thinking about that, it was a huge thing when it happened, but was it that significant now? As I had pointed out during the Summer Camp, the chances of actually staying in contact with your classmates once you graduated from school were practically nil, and yet it seems that I've still been stuck there despite now being in my second year of high school, I haven't even bumped into any old acquaintance yet.

Plus looking at it from mom's angle, her view seems pretty justified, at her age…

*Shudder*

A sudden chill ran down my spine as I thought about that, with the memory of punch, well moving on, from where mom sees this, my confession and rejection at such a young age should be nothing more than an insignificant pebble that can be tossed aside to move on the road of life, something that, statistically speaking, happens in the lives of over 70% of the living populace.

And yet, here it still is, like a forced piece of luggage, not only did it influence my choice of high school, but even the places where I prefer to eat and the general way I interact with people, thinking that way, I can't help but throw in this question, is it really that significant?

Why did I confess to her anyway?

Oh that's right, the 'nice girl' attribute, she treated everybody the same, me included. The reason I confessed my so called 'feelings' was because I actually misinterpreted her being nice to me as a sign of affection, something which was a result of a long term social exclusion over my physical attributes, specifically speaking my eyes.

As Yukinoshita has always loved to point out, my dead fish-eyes are somewhat of a put-off, in the ignorance of childhood, my peers ended up excluding me as they found my particular attribute unpleasant, or rather different, unbeknownst to the cruelty inflicted by their actions.

But then again, I wasn't alone was I? I remembered this girl in elementary school who was always bullied by other girls because of her accent and a scar near her eye, then there was this rather large guy whom everyone called 'buta (pig),' and like my 'Hikigerma' there was also a 'Buta-barrier' in the game of tag. Why did I not go and talk to those kids again?

Ah that's right, I always wanted to be with the 'normal' kids and the riajuus, I didn't talk with those guys as nobody else did.

'Tch'

I scowl internally at my own hypocritical attitude, how could I claim to hate riajuus if I myself acted like one?

Fake people act because they have an image to maintain, real people just don't care.

So have I been a fake as well?

Man this is too much to think about.

I shut my eyes tightly and toss over in bed trying to get those thoughts out of my mind, slowly I begin to feel the embrace of sweet slumber with only one thing on my mind,

My eyes feel itchy.

[Next Morning]

*Crash*

'Mmmhh'

*BANG*

"Whoa" I wake up with a jerk as I glance at my clock, 5:25 AM, it's too early even for Komachi to wake up.

*Crash*

There's an unusual amount of noise coming from the kitchen, looks like I'll have to go check myself.

Getting up I groggily walk downstairs and straight into the kitchen to see our resident pet Kamakura running around the dining table as if searching for something, 2 of the chairs and one steel jug are lying on the ground, I believe I know the source of all that noise earlier.

"Kamakura…" I speak in a menacing manner, I value my sleep above all else and I do not take interruptions kindly.

Hearing my voice, and the tone it carried, Kamakura stops all signs of movement and looks at me.

Stop acting innocent you damn cat!

"What's with all the noise, ah Hat-chan," my mom walks in now clutching her head, looks like she's having quite a hangover now.

"It's Kamakura." I say pointing at the cat, or rather where he stood moments before, as Kamakura the great seems to have beaten a hasty retreat.

My mom looks at the mess before choosing to believe me, but its clear from her looks that I have to clean up.

Sighing, I pick up the chairs and put them in their place before picking up the jug. I then proceed to grab a cloth and wipe the spilled water, all as mom sits on a chair still rubbing her temples.

"Would you like some tea mom?" I offer out of empathy, she really looks like she's in pain.

"Some tea would be nice."

I switch on the kettle, fetch the tea stock and soon enough make 2 cups of hot tea for her and myself. Taking a sip I glance at the clock, 5:45 AM, too early to go to school, too late to go back to sleep again.

Damn you Kamakura! I'm seriously gonna leave you outside at night this winter.

'Groan'

"You alright mom?" I'm seriously getting concerned now.

"I'm fine but this headache is killing me, really Hachiman, promise me that you won't drink when you grow up."

I seriously don't think I will, after all, I got a pretty good taste last night.

"Last night?"

Shit, I'm thinking out loud again.

"Hachiman" she speaks in an authoritative voice, "Tell me what happened last night."

"Well, how much do you remember mom?"

"I remember you telling me something about a festival committee in your school and you somehow ending up as the head, all else is a bit fuzzy."

Looks like it's a case of a small memory blackout.

"That aside, did I say something last night Hachiman?"

Well yeah sure, you chastised me and made me rethink about my life, all that still isn't getting out of my head dammit!

Thinking up I come up with a small plan for a revenge, why should I be the only one losing out of sleep? Oh this will be fun, now go 8man!

Releasing a dramatic sigh, I slowly rest my forehead on the table before speaking slowly,

"You grabbed my collar last night and told me that guys like me are the reason for Japan's declining birth rate,"

I pause for effect, looking up I see the color drain from her face before continuing in my usual self-depreciating tone,

"And something about a guy on TV being right and me being a damned herbivore."

I carefully manage to keep the tone, sneaking a glance at it I see that any trace of color has been wiped clean from her face, she almost resembles a ghost now.

"H-hat-chan…"

"I'm not lying mom" I look away lightly to connote that I'm hurt by her words, I feel a bit guilty myself but then again I'm really not lying here.

Silence descends on us as mom now continues to stare at the table surface, her face almost as white as snow without a trace of color, slightly uncomfortable at the development I slowly get up and quietly move out of the kitchen and head to the bathroom.

I come out sometime later, since I had nothing better to do I ended up taking a full bath as well, heading up to my room I glance at my clock again, 6:20 AM, hah, looks like I'll be in school earlier than expected.

Moving downstairs after getting dresses I see mom moving around the kitchen, however her movements seem almost robotic.

"Mom?"

She yelps at the mere mention, looks like I hit her harder than expected.

"A-ah Hat-chan, please wait a bit, I'm making you eggs for breakfast."

I take a seat and can't help but smile a bit at her reaction, such a stark contrast to how she was acting last night.

Soon, a plate of 2 eggs served sunny side up along with 2 toasted slices and a glass of milk is placed before me, I proceed to quickly finish my eggs and bread before taking a sip of the sweetened milk, ah truly a good way to start the day,

"Hat-chan" her voice is clearly nervous, "I'm really s-sorry," and meek as well.

"It's alright mom" I attempt to wave her off, truthfully her words have cut deeper but I'm just willing to go with it, atleast for now.

"Like I'm really, really sorry, your dad's colleagues were annoying and I ended up drinking too much and Hat-chan…"

What?

"Your eyes are still red."

I move towards a small mirror we keep in the hallway and look in, my eyes are red all right, also they still feel slightly itchy, and watery as well, strange, I didn't even shampoo today.

"They were red before you bathed too," my mom moves in to examine it, "and they're a bit watery as well." She moves down the hallway, rummages through the drawers before returning with a pair of sunglasses.

"Here, wear these as a protective measure."

Wear sunglasses to school?

"It might just be conjunctivitis, so it's better that you take a precaution, it's too early right now to find a doctor but make sure that you see the school nurse as soon as you can, and here," she puts some cash in my hand, "if necessary, buy some medicine."

Standing still for a moment, she then suddenly places more cash in my hands, correction ,a lot more cash, this time I can actually feel the weight of the notes, that's quite a bit too much for buying eye drops mom…

"And umm…sorryforlastnight!" with a quick response, in what I believe is meant to be an apology she dashes to the bedroom and slams the door, well atleast I got some spending money here.

With the shades covering my eyes I head upstairs, collect my bag and move out, there is a slight chill in the air but everything else seems alright, it's also far quieter than normal, maybe I should try leaving early sometimes.

Mounting my metal steed I slowly pedal in order to warm up my body, in my solitude I cannot help but remember the occurrence of last night, mom actually made me question myself, exactly what am I doing now?

Seeing that the intersection ahead is showing a red light I get down from my bike and walk while pulling it, there are quite a few early birds on the streets, quite a lot of them wearing uniforms of schools I don't even recognize, I just hope that I don't bump into someone from my old middle school here, it would be so…

What could possibly happen actually? Mom's words from last night ring in my mind again as I wonder as to why I have always been so scared of that notion, if I say that I don't care as to what people say about me, why am I so afraid at the premise that I could run into an old acquaintance? Isn't that an irony in itself?

Also what if the people at Sobu came to know that I was shot down in middle school, I can bet it happened to a hundred other guys as well, maybe 100 is an exaggeration but I'm sure it's a good ballpark figure, plus it's already been 2 years since then, am I still stuck with that?

'oof'

"Watch where you're going, creep."

I see a mop of red as some girl randomly bumps into my shoulder before moving on, a closer analysis reveals her to be the girls representative of the festival from my class, it's not my fault dammit!

Or maybe it is, I'm thinking too much while walking, that can be quite dangerous, but still not as dangerous as walking on the road with your ears plugged when there's a red signal….

Wait a sec…

I push aside my bike and let my bag slip as I rush forward, shouting will be practically useless as she's clearly unable to hear the warnings of other bystanders, I manage to grab hold of her shoulders and push her using my body weight before the approaching car can mow her down, while midair I attempt to cushion her fall by pushing my body between the granite walkway and her body.

'Ouch'

Great, my shoulder hurts, but from the looks of it I'm quite alright, the car wasn't really speeding and from the tracks I see that the driver applied his brakes quite early, while this hadn't been life threatening, she could've been seriously hurt.

I get up slowly and dust myself, there are no traces of blood, I rotate my shoulder to check, a bit of pain but nothing looks broken, she wasn't really that heavy and the constant biking has gives me quite a sturdy body.

Registering my own well being I look over at her, she's sitting still as if in a trance, looks like she's understood what actually transpired here in the last few moments.

"Are you alright?"

I offer her my hand out of courtesy, looking up at me she meekly gives me her hand and I help her to her feet, she doesn't look hurt, maybe a bit shaken up by the incident but no marks of physical injury.

"Well please be more careful from now on." I adjust my collar before noticing the lack of sunglasses in front of my eyes, glancing over, I see them near the pole, picking them up, I proceed to cross the road, on a green signal ofcourse, collecting my belongings, sitting on my bike and making it to school, Saga-something should be able to take care of herself, or I'm sure someone from the crowd that gathered would help, I'm not really good at dealing with people.

Reaching my destination, I park my bike before making my way to the bathroom first, so now lets see again, shoulder, still a bit numb but okay otherwise, hair, a mess, uniform, a mess, no traces of any blood, eyes, still red, looks like I do have conjunctivitis.

I take a few minutes to wash my face and fix my appearance, while I have never been one to care much about my appearance, even I know that going in like this would just be plain impolite to the student council members and Shiromeguri-senpai who have only treated me with kindness till now.

About five minutes later I've somewhat fixed my uniform and my hair, well I've never dressed immaculately to begin with so this should do. Putting on my sunglasses I pick up my bag and head to the student council room.

Standing before the room, I check the time on my phone, 7:03 AM, well I wouldn't call myself late.

*Knock*

"Please come in." looks like the council president's already arrived, taking cue from the response I slide the door and move inside.

"Ah, thank you for coming in early…" Wait is that Shiromeguri-senpai? Why is she looking at me like that?

…Hikigaya-k-kun."

I don't really look that bad now do I? Is it the sunglasses? But really it's senpai who looks different today…

"Umm is there something on my face Hikigaya-kun?"

Looks like I've stared too long, but hey you can't really blame me, I've never seen her without her signature pigtails.

"Nothing really, you just look different senpai and I'm having a bit of a problem seeing right now." I answer in a nonchalant manner.

"Ah, well you see I overslept a bit and didn't have time to do my hair," she answers with her usual smile, "by the way Hikigaya-kun, why are you wearing sunglasses inside?"

"Conjunctivitis." I give her a one word answer, she nods in an understanding manner before speaking.

"Are you alright?" her tone is a bit concerned.

"Yeah, nothing much." I wave it off and she seems to agree.

"Well then Hikigaya-kun, I need you to…" I sign a few documents and give her a specimen signature, apparently these are to be submitted to the principal when he arrives this morning so that the festival budget can be officially sanctioned by Sobu and the resources are fully made available to the committee.

"Ah thank you very much Hikigaya-kun, your seal should be ready by the time classes end, please try to come in a bit early to the meeting." I look at her before nodding, no feelings here but she actually looks better without those pigtails, free hair must be a pain to handle for her to tie them everyday.

I slowly get up from my chair and stretch a bit before yawning, ah sleep-sama, how I have betrayed though…

Why is Shiromeguri-senpai giving me that odd look?

Oh right, I forgot to cover my mouth when yawning, be courteous to this sweet girl Hachiman!

"Didn't sleep well?" she questions me curiously.

"Well I had to stay up last night as my parents forgot the key," I pause before resuming on a grumpier note, "and our cat suddenly decided it would be fun to play in the kitchen early this morning."

"You have a cat?" Shiromeguri senpai giggles at my comment before asking another question.

Well I'm not really a fan of small talk, but as long as I'm not being insulted and denigrated by the other party, I'm game.

"Yeah, his name is Kamakura, he's normally too lazy to do stuff like this normally but he starts acting up as soon as he sees something like a mouse or a big insect."

"I'm sure Kamakura-san is apologetic for interrupting your sleep Hikigaya-kun."

"Well he'd better be," I add in a tone somewhat tinged by malice, "Or he's gonna be sleeping outside the house this winter."

"Hikigaya-kun," Shiromeguri-senpai suddenly grabs my free hand with both her hands and looks me straight in the eye.

What the hell woman!

"Promise me," her grip on my hand tightens and I'm unable to look away,

I promise, in sickness and in health…

"Promise me you won't hurt the innocent animal."

Oh so that's it huh? Kamakura, man, you managed to get an admirer before me huh.

"Well, as long as he doesn't spoil my sleep again." I mutter out an answer slowly and turn my head to look away.

"Mmmhh, good." She lets go of my hand and then walks over to the desk before picking up the documents I signed.

"I'll be taking these to the principal's office now, see you at the meeting Hikigaya-kun."

"Yeah, see you later senpai."

With that she's off.

I can't help but smile to myself at this, this somehow felt good, mom's words from last night reverberate in my mind, it's time to move on huh?

Being the committee chairman might not actually be that bad.


And no, this isn't a crack pairing fic, or maybe it is...

So here's the new chapter in this project, 8man leads the way.

PS

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