Chapter 10: Planning

Hachiman's Perspective:

I must say. Komachi truly is perfect idol material. When she is happy, you are able to borrow from that happiness and take part in it. Everything that she does has an underlying cuteness to it as well. An example of this is what happened last night. After Yukinoshita left my ever so humble residence, Komachi put a hand on my shoulder and told me to sit down with the power and presence of a Yakuza boss. That would have sent my flight survival mechanic on the loose and caused me to run out of the house. However, many emotions came over me, but the only worthwhile one was that Komachi was really cute when she was scary. I still feared for my life, but I felt comfort in knowing that I would perish to her. That conversation was the reason for my current state of affairs. By the way, my current state of affairs was: Suuuper Sleeepy. When I was in super sleepy mode, I had multiple new attributes. These attributes were: worse looking eyes, constant yawning, actual napping rather than fake napping, and many more. We're I some sort of lactic based product, I would be named 'I can't believe it's not Hikki.' I really wasn't a night owl. You'd think a loner type like me would be proficient in staying up late, but you couldn't be any more wrong. Unlike you normies, I never had my time wasted and usually had enough time to do what I wanted to do. Because of this, I would sleep at a reasonable time and hadn't developed a resistance to sleep deprivation. Sure every now and then I would stay up late, but that would only result in situations like this.

"Hikigaya-kun. What is your say in this request?"

A surprise attack! What do I answer? I hadn't been paying attention whatsoever. Well let's think about this rationally. Assuming that it was a yes or no question, the odds of me giving a favorable answer are fifty-fifty. That is, if I was a normal person. If I said yes, I might get roped into something annoying whether the interrogator was happy or not. If I said no, I could avoid a dilemma either way. Worst case scenario the person asking would be displeased. I was just about to answer with no… until my Max Coffee emergency reserves kicked in. What if the person that asked the question was trying to avoid work? My plans were foiled. I was back to square one. I could try to just agree with what the person thought, but that person was most definitely Yukinoshita. No one else called me Hikigaya-kun, and knowing her, she wouldn't turn down a request no matter how annoying it was. Who was the one that was seeking assistance from our club you ask? Well after I put my eyes to use, I found out that the very being was Isshiki. This just got even more troublesome. Actually, what was I worrying about?

"Can you repeat the question?" I valiantly asked.

This acquired me a skeptical look from Yukinoshita. She sighed and opened her mouth.

"Isshiki-san was just inquiring about advice for a certain trouble she has been facing."

"Seeenpai, at least try to stay awake while i'm talking."

Isshiki pointed her finger at me while she scolded me.

"If there is anyone to blame, it is Komachi. She wouldn't let me sleep last night."

I could have probably said that better. Isshiki was giving me a dumbfounded look while Yukinoshita gave an understanding nod. So she knew that Komachi was going to give me such a lecture. While I tried to think of what Yukinoshita could have said to inspire Komachi, Isshiki coughed.

"Wow. S-senpai you're really funny. There is no way that you have a girl like that. Right Yukino-san?"

Yeah, she was definitely misunderstanding. I'll just tell her that Komachi is my sister.

"No, Komachi is definitely capable of doing that." Yukinoshita spoke.

Now things were even worse.

"I see. So who is this Komachi.?"

I sensed a bit of venom in her tone, but I ignored it.

"She is my little sister."

A rainbow of reactions occured on her face for a good ten seconds. Some of which include: disgust, disgust, and disgust. Long story short, she probably thought I was a sis-con pedophile.

"Senpai. That's gross."

Why did I suddenly feel like I was actually a piece of trash?

"You m-misunderstand. Komachi didn't let me sleep because she was lecturing me about something Yukinoshita probably said."

It took a while before she got over her initial disgust, but when she did, she turned to Yukinoshita.

"Is this true Yukino-san?"

Yukinoshita seemed to remember something and lighty blushed. What did she say?

"Yes that is true."

Isshiki looked at her and me suspiciously. Then she opened her mouth like she was going to ask another question. However, this was stopped by Yukinoshita.

"Now on the topic of your request Isshiki-san."

A successful diversion by Yukinoshita.

"Oh right. Since Valentine's Day is coming up, I want to make some chocolates for Hayama-senpai. So what kind of chocolate do you think that Hayama-senpai would like?"

Why would I be getting asked this question?

"If we are going based of Hayama knowledge, then Yukinoshita should be the person you should be asking."

"I already did, and she said that she didn't know."

I looked over at Yukinoshita, and she lifted an eyebrow.

"I said no such thing. I simply said that asking that question was pointless."

"Doesn't that just mean you don't know?" Isshiki tilted her head.

"While it is true that I don't know, that wasn't what I meant when I said that. It is pointless to talk about Valentine's chocolates for Hayama-kun because he doesn't accept them."

Isshiki's eyes opened up wide.

"But why?"

Yukinoshita gave a lengthy explanation on how the classroom dynamic would be affected by chocolates in the past. After many back and forth suggestions, we settled upon having a public student council chocolate making event. Isshiki left and after a while, we decided that we should take our leave too. I was walking Yukinoshita to her apartment like the gentleman that I was, not because Komachi threatened me or anything. She kept reaching for her phone but never grabbed it. This was very strange. Yukinoshita didn't seem like the type that was addicted to her cellphone. We were almost at her home and she was still doing it.

"Is there something wrong?"

This caught her off guard. She seemed to contemplate something before turning to look at me.

"Do you think that it would be fine to invite Yuigahama-san to the event?"

So this was her dilemma. I didn't see anything wrong with an invitation. Sure it might seem insensitive, but Yuigahama could always no. As long as she wasn't being forced everything should be fine.

"As long as she is okay with coming, an invitation is fine."

She sighed.

"I had similar thoughts, but Yuigahama-san is too kind. What if she forces herself to come because she doesn't want to decline an invitation?"

She wasn't wrong, but there was a simple way of doing this.

"Just tell Hiratsuka-sensei to ask her. She could say that it is a volunteer event for the club and that we are already going expecting to be by ourselves. That way she could either come if she wants or not come and receive no backlash."

Once again she sighed.

"But that would mean that we'd have to explain everything to sensei. I really don't want to have that conversation yet." Yukinoshita complained.

Then it all came down to one question.

"Do you want Yuigahama to be there?"

"Of course."

Yukinoshita responded without hesitation. I expected this.

"Then invite her. The rest is up to her."

"But… I suppose you are right."

I was right; did that mean I was God now? Yukinoshita took her phone out and texted Yuigahama. Immediately, she put it back into her purse. By now we were at her apartment.

"Goodbye." I waved at her.

She walked up to me and extended her hand.

"What's this?"

On her palm there was nothing.

"Handshake." She commanded.

Was she trying to be more couple-like? I mean I guess. I took her hand and shook it lightly. Then we stood there like idiots for seven seconds.

"Goodbye… again."

This was awkward.

"Goodbye."

She waved at me and walked into her apartment building. It was me who needed to talk to Komachi now.