Hajime: Give me one good reason why my chapter came out so late. (Cracks knuckles)

Light: My apologies. Once I entered a university course, the assignments were hurled straight at me. BE grateful you're not the receiving end of the exchange.

Hajime: Like I care. Now, hurry up. I'm itching for a story.

Light: I know, I know. Cue apologies..

Terrible apologies for delaying this for...months. Procrastination's a thing for writers.

LochIshiyama, I'm sorry. I wanted to stay true to your idea, but it had to be transitioned with one of the chapters from the past. I just had to. Also, I have not mastered the art of eccentric characters for the story, so my apologies if the characters don't feel like what they are supposed to be as. This has been quite a chapter to write about. Took me forever to figure out each person's speech patterns and such.

Honestly, this dragged for too long.

I actually don't know whether I've done a good job, really.

But never mind that. On to the chapter...


2nd Life: The Average Ahoge Day

(Now, don't mistake my intentions. I'm not ridiculing Hajime or anything. I just made him as he is right now. He may be aggressive, but that's all there is…right?)

Morning. Oh, the crisp burning emotion of annoyance filled his mind.

He forgot that there was still one more day before Saturday: Friday. He hoped to waste the day with sleeping and laying on his bed for no reason. He at least deserved that much after getting the scare of his life during Survival class with Ginryo. Finally, he thought before, he could rest his bones for at least a small amount of time-

But no. Friday was there to give a load of dump at him.

And the windows were crashed into by a blur of pink, purple and black colours. It was Ibuki Mioda with her fantastical entrance to Hajime's room wh then cheerfully announced, "Hey ho, Ibuki is here!"

"3….2…1…."

"Ibuki wants to ask you to join the band since we have new members to start playing with! Let's go-"

She got kicked out of the room. Literally.

"Out," he closed the door and crashed onto his bed, not caring if there were classes that day. Suddenly, the alarm clock rang woefully in the room. Grunting, he covered his ears with his pillow, proving futile. Cursing under his breath, he got up from bed and smashed the button on the table clock. He stomped his way to the bathroom to clean himself.

And it wasn't long afterwards that he wore his usual clothes: a white shirt with a necktie to go with it. Although he hated classes, he thought that at least there is Nanami to keep him company. Reluctantly, he opened the door slightly, peeking out to see if the guitarist is still outside. She wasn't.

Slowly, he exited the room and walked down the hallway. Hajime is not the type to tweak his plans to situations which forced him to do so. You can imagine how furious he is right now, but he tries to keep his anger in check. Several times had he vented out on his friends and it caused him quite a lot of trouble.

"It just haaaad to be Friday," he lamented.

"Yo, Hajime!" and the last person he wanted to see was his Survival subject teacher, Ginryo. He turned around to see him waving coolly at him. With a big grin, he mocked, "Nice hairstyle. You got that done while sleeping?"

Even though it was merely a slight jab at his title, Hajime's intent burnt with the idea of mauling him down. Without a moment to let by, he delivered a right hook aimed at his hips. Ginryo swayed to the right and avoided the attack. The ahoge student then linked it with a swift but controlled left turning kick to counter his dodge. As he expected, Ginryo jumped back in response.

He had a frantic look on his face, "Woah, woah! Isn't that going beyond the rules we set?! No fighting in the academy. That's what the academy said, right?"

"In dorms, it's everyone's GAME!" he rushed to his adversary and went for a drop kick to the stomach. He begrudgingly felt his heels being held onto and swung upwards, "Oh shit…"

"TIIIIMBEEEEEERRRR!" the tracker slammed his body down to the ground, damaging the wooden floor greatly. Dust accumulated from the slam as Ginryo coughed after inhaling some of it. His eyes were watery as a result. "Damn it! They should really get better floors for the dorm. It's bad for my lungs! Happens every time…"

Hajime's face comically firmly planted itself to the floor. Any man would not be durable enough to withstand a swing to the ground like that. But Hinata was no ordinary man: he pushed himself up and groaned painfully. Unknowingly to Ginryo, Hajime gave a rising kick to the…well….a man's pride.

The scream was sorrowfully painful in nature.

"Oh God, the pain! The paaiiiiiiiin!" he moaned as he held onto it for dear life. Hajime, panting as he got up, smile at the teacher's demise.

"Gotcha there, didn't I?"

"Well, you didn't have to go that far! A man's pride is every bit as fragile as a woman's heart. No one dares to break a lady's heart!"

"You're every bit as bad as Forte-sensei," he momentarily expressed annoyance at him which was replaced with a neutral face. He asked, "Well, Ginryo-san. What's the matter? I'm pretty sure you didn't want to see me just to get hit on the sweet spot."

Ginryo glared angrily at his unintended joke. "Har har, very funny." He regained composure and stood normally, "Actually, there *is* a reason as to why I want to see you today."

"And?"

"Because I want to tell you that you're in charge of the class while I'm gone."

"Same old tricks, Ginryo?" he sighed. This was not the first time Ginryo had asked Hajime to be in charge. More often than not, his relationship with the headmaster caused him to go places and meetings. He is one of the most important figures considering how long he has been here at Hope's Peak Academy. Hajime understood, but he was not sure whether the rest would feel the same. "You should explain to the rest of the class instead of me."

"You think so? I thought you're more than capable of handling that part of the deal," Ginryo scratched his nose cheekily. "After all, that's why we put you in that class."

"You're an asshole, Teach. Are you aware of that?"

"Only the best there is!" he replied joyfully, earning a mocking stare from the Ultimate Ahoge.

The class of 77th. Since its birth, various unique students flocked about and created what it is today: a class of elites. Although class 78th and the classes above it have promising talents, it is this class that took the cream of the crop. Nobility, influence, practicality, capability: 77th has it all. Add the fact that their skills were nurtured for the past year and you will find it to be the greatest talents ever formed together.

And Hajime's stuck with being the Ultimate Ahoge.

"Listen, Hajime," he spoke with a serious tone, "I'm pretty sure you'ree still not comfortable with the class due to your…um…status. But that doesn't mean you're not weak in terms of talent."

Hajime scoffed. He heard that a thousand times already, "Like I care."

"Hey, don't be like that," suddenly, his phone rang. He picked it up from his coat pocket and answered, "Yeah?"

"Mukuro-san is already here. You might want to hurry up, Ginryo-san," it was the headmaster. "She's late for class."

"Oh, crap! Just give me a minute!" he hung up before Jin and put the cellphone back. Hajime looked at him curiously.

"Who was that?"

"It's Jin. Look, it's about the attack on Yasuke Matsuda. You remember him, don't you? That's why I have to leave it to you."

"Matsuda-san?' he wondered out loud. There was an attack on one of the Hope's Peak students?! He never thought anyone was so bravely stupid enough to even intrude on Hope's Peak's ground. Still, he thought, that may mean that there will be more work for the academy staff. He sighed, totally getting what that could mean. "Looks like you're going to be on a week-off, then."

"Thanks for understanding!" he grinned. "I knew you were smart from the start."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Teach. It never does."

"True," Ginryo scratched his chin thoughtfully, "but it never hurts to make someone feel better, am I right?"

Hajime gave him a long stare before giving him a one-sided smile, "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Now go on already. You face is starting to irritate me."

"Much obliged! See ya!" he waved a goodbye as he went into a full sprint heading towards the headmaster's room.

Hajime went on his way to his own destination, all the while muttering things relating to how today is going to be a bore.


As if one confrontation isn't enough, four hamsters attacked his face in the hallway.

"What the hell?! Get your furry butts off of me!" he tried his best to get the critters away, but to no avail. Their claws hooked itself onto his skin, deepening the pain. His patience was already running thin as seconds passed.

"The devas! Return to me immediately," in quick motion, the hamsters jumped from his face to the floor and scurried off to whoever called. Hajime rubbed his face furiously, not liking their aggressive affection one bit.

"Damn hamsters. I assume they're yours, Tanaka-san?"

"And does that make you fear the devas even more, dark essence?" questioned Gundham. Hajime stared directly at the hamsters he was holding in his arms. Granted, he feared that those same critters might rip his hair apart: it's the symbol of his Ultimate, after all. However…

"They can go to hell where they really belong, for all I care," he scoffed, "that includes you, too."

"Hmph! Only a mortal as heinous as you would not accept the devas as their deities. It is because of you and your ilk that the world's astral presence is imbalanced."

"I haven't got the slightest idea of what you're trying to say. Never tried to understand you, either," his ahoge twitched twice in affirmation to his claims. The hamsters chirped angrily at his words, causing Tanaka to pat them on their heads.

"Rest easy. I will ensure that he pays for his undoing."

"Don't give me that crap," he interrupted, "I haven't done anything bad to them. Heck, even walking beside them already makes them sound the room like crazy!"

Tanaka glared at him, "Silence, mortal! Your astral presence disturbs their meditation. Truthfully, you are a thorn at their side, if not the rest of the Academy!"

Tanaka made a very crucial mistake. Hajime is not the tolerant one you know in the games. In this story, after a year since he joined here, the only friends he had were those who did not cause his anger in the first confrontation. Mahiru's shots of him, Fuyuhiko's cold gaze and Hiyoko's dirty words are a few examples of it. Tanaka and Sonia, however, are a different case. They neither confronted him directly nor vice versa, but that did not mean Hajime was their friend.

He was seen as an anomaly – one which was quite unique. He never tried to make conversations with others. First time he was here, he just sat and absorbed everything the subject asks him to do. He's a student with a goal in mind, but no one was quite sure what it is. Nanami and Kazuichi, however, may have something in mind regarding it.

But when you've been with Hajime for a year, learning about his personality and attitude to things around him, you will know one thing-

No one should tell him to get out of the academy. This is his only chance to redeem himself.

And Gundham failed to understand that, prioritizing only his hamsters. And so, he did not see the flying fist that was delivered by Hajime straight to his left cheek.

"Oof!" he flung sideways, nearly hitting the wall. His hamsters scurried away from their owner and hid somewhere around the corner. Gundham rose from the ground and assumed a stance. He glared at the now stern Hajime who seemed to be upset about him.

"You crossed the line, Tanaka. I'm not ready to take those words normally," he cracked his knuckles and glared at him back. His fists moved to the front of his face: the stance of a professional boxer. "You know, I've been training for these sorts of fights."

"You dare challenge the Dark Lord in his own game?! You will sully your own ilk in doing so."

"Har har, faggot. Now get ready!" with those final words, Hajime dashed towards the breeder and yelled courageously. Gundham braced himself and grunted as the Ultimate Ahoge closed in.

"STOP! STOP IT, YOU TWO!" the scream of a girl filled with worry and angst stopped the attacker from doing anything else. Gundham stared at his stoic face, taunting him to do anything else. Hajime shadowed his face and smirked.

"….Oh, piss off," instead of a right jab, he relaxed his hands and swiftly moved around Gundham to where his back was. He hooked his arms around the breeder's waist and carried him up.

"Ack! Unhand me, mortal!" but Hajime refused. Instead, he swung the breeder around multiple times, earning a wailing sound from the victim, and eventually threw him straight at the would-be girl.

Gundham thumped on the ground hard as he let out a painful moan. His hamsters rushed to his head and nuzzled at him to cheer him up. Gundham looked up to see a rather angry face of a renowned princess. Her eyes frowned as she shifted them to the would-be boxer.

"Oh crap," Hajime muttered, seeing as her eyes blazed.


"Honestly, you two. Can you not be any more uncivilized than this? We are already seniors of the Academy and you two are very lucky that no one from the juniors saw your petty little fight!" scolded Sonia. Hajime flinched just a bit whilst Gundham remained stoic. Both of them were put in a seiza position facing the stern princess. But she did not mean bad about them. Rather, she was disappointed that they are still at it again, only this time with much more intensity. Frankly, even you viewers would be most disappointed if your friends happen to fight a year since you all met.

But does Hajime consider her as one?

"Why do I have to sit down? It's not like I have to, right?" complained Hajime.

"You are always in the wrong, mortal," replied Tanaka, "considering how you assaulted the Dark Lord without hesitation."

"That's enough, you two!" they both flinched under her shout. Sonia took a deep breath afterwards and calmed herself down. She exhaled the air and gave a worried expression, "It saddens me that you are still being so antagonistic towards others, Hinata-san. I thought being in the Academy for a year changed you for good?"

"Note to self; one year's not enough," he replied. His ahoge twitched twice to his response just like before.

"And you, Tanaka-san?" she looked at Gundham who was already getting up, refusing to sit in such a humiliating pose.

He crossed his arms, his pets climbing past his coat and onto his shoulder, "Yes?"

"Have you no shame in mocking him?! I thought you better."

"Hah!" he put on a showy stance, "as if he would do anything to harm the great Gundham Tanaka! I am the Dark Lord that will soon rule the world! What hope would he hold that his attacks would do anything against me?!"

"That's not what matters here, Tanaka-san! We need to act like seniors would and work together. Like I said, our juniors are going to look up to us. It is wrong of us to keep being the people we were before. At least, that's what I believe to be true."

"And you have every right to put that belief into action," Hajiem thought. He then heard running steps getting louder and louder. He looked down the hallway and found his two friends, Nanami and Kazuichi, arriving just in time to get him out of this mess.

"Hajime! Oh, Miss Sonia!" the former name rolled his eyes at his sudden change of attitude. It was Nanami instead who got him up from the seiza position.

"Thanks. I didn't know I was going to get a lecture from Sonia-san today."

"Don't mention it. And please, stop coming to class late all the time."

He chuckled, "Heh, I'll try."

"Oh, come on, Miss Sonia. I promise you we're gonna have so much fun together!"

"No, no, and no, Souda-san. I have already decided not to spend time with you today."

He groaned, seemingly defeated. Hajime looked on in pity for him. However, it was replaced with annoyance when Kazuichi brightened up and said, "Then that's fine! I'll just find another way to enter you heart, Miss Sonia. Just you wait!"

"Why do you insist on getting her hand out of love, mortal fool?" questioned the 'Dark Lord'. It was replied with a glare from the mechanic who bore a deep hatred towards the breeder ever since Gundham caught the interest of Sonia. In any case, Gundham glanced towards Hajime who was observing the scene, "Oh? It seems you are still standing shamelessly."

"Tanaka-san!" Sonia pleaded for him to stop. Hajime began to move forward and faced him.

"Look. I know that punching you was wrong in the first place. Can we just move on already?"

"….," he didn't want to stop, but his words rung true. If he continues, they may leave with more than broken pride. "Very well. I will give mercy upon you and spare you from my dark powers. Know that this will be the last time that you will plunge to your own death."

"As if that would happen," he retorted. Gundham laughed and went to the opposite direction, his laughter echoing throughout the hall.

"Then," Sonia gave a light bow and waved, "I will be taking my leave as well. See you in class!"

She rushed off following Gundham's trail which left the trio standing idly by. Kazuichi looked at Hajime and smiled, "Should we go, too?"

He shrugged, "I guess there's no point in waiting any longer. Let's go."


When our protagonist opened the door to their class, every day, he expected it to be dull and mundane. Boring and normal. Just the way he likes it. Unfortunately-

"Oh, you wanna fight?! Bring it on!"

"The hell are you talking about, you bitch? Get the fuck away from me! I haven't done anything to you!"

"Guys, please, let's calm down and explain what's going on. Brawling just for the sake of it won't do much for you, Owari-san. Besides, I can tell you that Kuzuryuu-san did not do anything at all. It's Saionji-san that you should worry about," a pudgy man in white restrained the athlete down. Akane Owari, Ultimate Athlete, relented and ceased struggling, allowing the impostor to let go safely.

And as the scene continues, Hajiem slipped past unnoticed along with the mechanic and the gamer. They sat on their seats except for Hajime who only put his belongings on the desk.

There are currently a lot of people, Hajime thought to himself, which are present in the room. Gaining their attention proved him to be very difficult to manage. He felt relieved there was only one class for today: Forte was busy handling work for the juniors whilst the English Teacher was invited to a session with the reserve students. That last bit made him regret ever thinking on it. He needs to snap out of it and focus on the matters at hand.

"I would try to get everyone's attention by myself, but then that's just a hassle," Hajiem retreated to where Byakuya was and poked his shoulder. Byakuya, who had settled the problem between Fuyuhiko, Akane and Hiyoko, turned around and smiled at the boy. He nodded in acknowledgement of his presence to which was replied with same gesture. Hajime started, "I know we don't talk much, but can you please call the rest of the class?"

"Ginryo's at it again, isn't he?" the impostor crossed his arms and shook his head. "That man…I always wonder what goes on the Ultimate Seeker's mind. It's hard to know someone who barely came for the subject. It's improbable that he will keep his position forever."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry to interrupt, but can you hurry up with the favour?" Hajime cut him off as politely as he could without passing any sort of negativity towards him. Byakuya understood the delay and called the students to him.

"Attention everyone! There's an announcement that will be delivered by Hajime Hinata. It's very important that you listen to him for now!" and called them he did. From the Ultimate Yakuza to the Ultimate Luckster (to which Hajime ignored), all of them surrounded where Byakuya and he were at. Even Nanami and Kazuichi crowded with the other students as they earnestly listened to Hajime.

Byakuya Togami- no, Byakuya Twogami, Ultimate Impostor –had become the most trusted man they can rely on for the past year. For as long as Hajime could remember, when they believed he was the heir of the Togami family, Byakuya wanted to try and fit in with the others in this form, but failed to do so. But things changed mid-year when Mahiru, the first to reach out, welcomed him with open arms. He was deemed to be leader-like and compassionate to others ever since then.

Hajime, despite his disinterest in making a friend out of him, is glad to have made an acquaintance out of him.

"Alright, Hinata, spill it out already," ordered Hiyoko rudely, "I haven't got time for you anyway. You better make it quick too."

"It's not like I wanted your attention in the first place. I want to get this done, too, so shut up," as always, Hajime's colourful words were used against her. Though she felt insulted, she clamped her mouth to avoid saying anything repulsive towards the ahoge student. He then turned to the others and started.

"I got a message from Ginryo. He won't be attending for Survival class today," he heard murmurs of disappointment and anger but continued nonetheless. "He also told me that, so long as he's not around, I'm in charge. So you can do whatever the fuck you want while I sit back and relax. Deal?"

"I have an objection to this matter!"

"Oh, great. The shaman breeder wants to talk now," lamented Hajime. Gundham came forward and, with a look closer to a frown, he argued.

"I dislike this chain of command which our educator is trying create. It is unfitting to have you lead us in times where he is not around. I refuse to accept you as our de facto leader!"

"Geez, where'd you learn all of those words? I told you guys already: I won't be literally be in-charge since I'll be lazing around like usual. So long as you don't mess up, I won't do anything at all."

"Does it matter?" Fuyuhiko was the next to speak up. "It's not like this never happened before. But every time he couldn't be around, he seems to rely on you a lot. Doesn't that make you think whether he's trying to turn you into something? Like, I don't know, a shitty excuse of a monitor which he can control?"

"As if I never realized," he replied with a blank look, "I wouldn't think twice about taking some position. I'm a nobody here. Why would they want me, aside from people like you, to be wrapped around their fingers? It doesn't make any sense!"

"He's right," interrupted by an apple-haired girl, Hajime looked at Mahiru who continued in his defense, "it's not right to suspect others when we haven't gotten any evidence supporting this claim. I often pass him in the lobby and he never struck as the suspicious type. Probably, he was just the easiest to talk to than the rest of us."

"Grrrr, I want to say something, but I have to agree with Mahiru-chan, too," Hiyoko agreed, surprising Hajime. Inwardly, he was touched for a moment, but later realized it was probably because of Mahiru's sisterly influence over her. How ironic, he thought, that he usually dismissed their relationship as annoying and loud in nature.

"Ahem! I think we should all let Hajime be in charge! I believe that he won't give anyone trouble." A hulking man with lightning coming out of his eyes spoke out loud. Nekomaru Nidai, Ultimate Manager, is a very influential person- that is, when he sets his mind onto something. At other times, he would just hang out with Akane and spar or bring some boys for a jog in either the morning or evening. Once, he attempted to invite, or rather forcefully imply, Hajime to join him in his sessions. Naturally, he rejected every last plea until no more was done by the huge manager.

"Yeah! What he said!" shouted Akane to which some agree with a nod. Fuyuhiko watched the scene before him and sighed in defeat. Gundham remained silent as he tugged at his scarf, gaining interest in covering his pale mouth. Hajime smirked and shook his head in amusement.

"Alright, everyone," Byakuya spoke, "like Hinata-san mentioned, you can do your usual stuff. We won't interfere."

"Yeah, besides," interrupted Hajime, his ahoge twitching, "all that matters is you do your business and I do mine. I'm only in-charge as in title. That's all."

And so, everyone roceeded to do just that. Hajime and the gang moved over to their seats, leaving Byakuya with an eccentric Ibuki Mioda.


Thank God for just one class. Hajime's mind swirled to the myriad things he can do now that school time is over. That's what's great about Hope's Peak: the freedom you gain from their facilities is limitless.

Unfortunately, this is still an average day for Hajime-

And the door opened just as the bells rang for the ending of class.

Behind it, a familiar man with familiar flip flops entered the room, his eyes scouring among the students. The latter part froze as Yasuke walked into the classroom. It is not every day that Yasuke Matsuda, claimed to be one of the contributors to Hope's Peak Academy, came around to say hi – which is probably not the reason why he visited them.

"I'm looking for Hajime Hinata. I'd like to ask him a favour, so does anyone know where he is?"

"Yo! I'm over here," Hajime hollered at him with a wave of a hand from his seat. Yasuke nodded and came to him. Hajime stared at Yasuke and vice versa. Yasukes began to speak.

"Ginryo said you're the best at cleaning stuff."

"That old man would say anything to get me to work."

Yasuke snorted in amusement, "Well, you're not wrong there. So, can you help me? He also said that you're better at field work than in classwork."

"…," he never really liked getting asked to do stuff for others. He just wanted to remain like a good little boy who knows his place in the Ultimate world. Getting asked for favour by them isn't the way he thought them to be. Or was that Ginryo's intention in the first place?

"How about I say no?" his answer brought a twitch to Yasuke's eyebrow, most likely to have prompted to him to feel rather annoyed.

"Oi, that's no good," he warned.

"Doesn't matter, Matsuda-san. Now, buzz off," he waved him off rudely. Now, Yasuke has no patience for his attitude. He quickly gripped the boy's hand tightly out of anger, earning a bored look from him.

"Please don't tell me you're trying to downgrade me and make me feel depressed and all that shit. I'm not a main character of some dumb ninja manga."

"Hinata-san, please address Matsuda-senpai with a bit more respect," like a blade cutting through air, Peko swiftly advised him which earned her a boring stare from him.

"Knock it off, Pekoyama. Advice doesn't suit you."

"And that pathetic expression doesn't suit you either, dumbass," retorted her master. The boy, with his two eyes looking at him angrily, continued, "Show a little respect, why don'tcha? I don't know why the hell Matsuda-senpai would want you out of everyone here who are much more capable than you, but even I wouldn't reject his offer."

"Ha!" Hajime smirked arrogantly, "So even the short yakuza bows down to those above him. Who would've thought?"

"Don't change the subject, fuckboy! I-"

"Kuzuryuu-san, that's enough!" Mahiru went in front of him and obstructed his view. He growled in response to it but said nothing. The Ultimate Photographer turned around to face the Ultimate Ahoge and glared at him. "Hinata-san, wipe that smirk off your face! That is no way for you to treat your classmates like that!"

"Hey, hey, I didn't come here to watch all of you guys arguing," reminded Yasuke but they kept bickering over his words. Still, he couldn't help but feel amused by it. It certainly seemed more exciting than the manga he read the other day.

"Hinata-san, just go ahead already!"

"I said I won't, so I won't! End of story!"

"You can't just leave him hanging with only that. What's your problem?!"

"What's my problem? The problem is all of you shitheads trying to force me to do things I never wanted to do! You guys have something, at least. I have NOTHING!"

"That doesn't mean-"

"Doesn't mean what?!" he cut her off, flinching her in the process. "All you do is talk a load of shit on what's right or what's wrong. Acting like you're the hero everyone needs doesn't do your own self justice, you know that?"

"Hey, that was going too far!" Saionji yelled. Oh boy, Yasuke thought. Things started to heat up from then. At that moment, Yasuke saw from the corner of his eye Fuyuhiko walking steadfast towards the yapping student. He raised an arm and thrusted towards him.

"Oof!" Hajime uttered. His abdomen was punched thoroughly by the yakuza which made him crouch down and attempted to lessen the pain.

"There….. ya happy?" he asked, anger welling up inside him judging from the tone he wore. "Now, why don't you just shut up and do what you're told to do? I'm already sick of you bickering like this red-haired bitch."

He turned around with a scowl on his face. Walking back to his bodyguard, he heard subtle movements behind him. Wondering if he's already up, he turned around-

To find a hand gripping on his face tightly.

"The fuck!?" he saw the demonic eyes of the teen he previously struck.

And everything went to hell from then on.


"Do you know the saying, Matsuda-senpai?"

"Hm?"

"That 'what comes around, goes around'?"

"Yeah….why?"

"I just brought it to the next level."

"Hence, why you're stuck with me. Cleaning the lab. Without any of your friends. At all."

Hajime sighed, lamenting that fact. After that little scuffle he got himself into, he was immediately penalized and ordered by his teacher, from afar, to cooperate with the neurologist. He was not given a choice and was dragged away to the lab to do some clean-up – a huge one, that is.

But can he blame the others? Nah, he couldn't. He wouldn't.

The lab, as if a herd of rhinos stampeded through here, was a mess from the start of the venture into it. Hajime had to cover his nose and mouth from the accumulated dust which were dying to invade his nostrils. After a moment to air the room out, here he was, trying his best to sweep the floor of the smaller, sharper debris of wooden furniture.

Yasuke moved the final desk to the nearby wall. Satisfied, he went to get a mop from the storage room, leaving the distraught student all alone, cleaning up as usual.

"And now I'm alone. Again. With no one to talk to. At all."

Of course, he wouldn't mind the silence whilst doing his work. He had, at many times, secluded himself to his room, either doing his classwork or anything other than academics peacefully. His drifting thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a hurling mop hitting him squarely at the back of his head.

"Ow!"

"Quit sweeping already. Mop that part of the floor." Grumbling like a kid being told to do things he dislike, he begrudgingly picked up the mop lying on the ground.

"Where's the bucket?"

"Here," he handed the bucket to him who swiped it off of him rudely. Yasuke's brows furrowed; it is a recurring feature of his when he is annoyed. Be that as it may, he brought his own mop and and thrusted it into the water-filled bucket. Hajime followed suit and the floor was splashed with water all over.

"Say, kouhai," he called out to him; it is a word used to address someone younger than him. Hajime responded.

"Yeah?"

"I thought we already addressed the fact that no fights are allowed for your sake?"

"…shut up, okay? Things didn't go the way I planned." His ahoge bounced softly.

"And you let all of your anger out on a helpless girl who was trying to help you."

"How do you categorize being upset with my decision as 'helpful?"

Yasuke chuckled, amusing himself with Hajime's negative answers. "Oh Hajime. It's already been a year since you joined in. Nothing's changed, huh?"

"You bet your ass it didn't…..not yet, anyway."

"Hm?" his response intrigued Yasuke. It had been a first for Hajime to hope for something to happen. A first since….that day.

"By the way, how the hell did this whole place look like a tornado just passed by?"

"Intruder. Fighting. Messy."

"Uh…huh," he looked around him curiously and continued back to work. Yasuke followed suit whilst Hajime's answer occupied him for a moment.

"Not yet….hmm, this is progress." Yasuke mused.

"One year," on the other hand, Hajime lamented, "it took that long and shit's still hasn't changed."

What a day it has been for our average student.

"We're gonna be moving some new equipment shortly. I hope your arm strength is still good."

"Hey, I've trained for these guns. Don't worry about me," Hajime stopped wiping the floor to wipe the sweat off his brow for a while. Yasuke hummed in approval.

"That's good. Also, Hajime.."

"Hm?"

The Ultimate Neurologist retreated to the door, the mop carried over his shoulder. he turned and faced the boy, "Get close with your classmates. Even wolves need companions to form an assault on their prey."

"Go away, senpai. No one wants you here," and he left indeed. Hajime continued mopping the floor, Yasuke's advice lingering in his mind not for the reasons of sagely wisdom. Rather,

"Wolves...as in the same way you guys captured me from before?"


Author's notes:

Emblem of Light...is back from the dead.

I wanted to bring this chapter up for so long. I am so sorry! I just want to cry right now! Waaaaaaaaaahhhh!

...Ahem...well, now that that's over with..

I really had a busy whilst I was writing this chapter. I intended to finish this as early as next week since the previous update. Then things happened for a reason.

Nonetheless, I am a bit uncomfortable with how this had turned out. Maybe it's because I haven't gotten any reviews regarding my work since forever. Hope your reviews will work wonders.

Favourite, Follow, Review. DO all of them.

And Hajime's a bastard, isn't he? not much of the characters have been showing their true colours yet, so keep tabs on that.

Right. Next time...Makoto and the band's first hangout!...Until then...