Don't Own Oregairu

Chapter 25: Saki's Hands

Hikigaya Hachiman found himself standing in front a massage parlour during his weekend after he decided to accept Kawasaki Saki's request and although he did promise he would arrive on time and help her, he already knew this day would end badly for either of both parties involved.

Like always he was second guessing his decisions and placing blame over his horrible luck with women of a fiercer disposition.

Kawasaki Saki or as he was now beginning to call her…Saki was easily mistaken for a violent delinquent due to her rough exterior but in reality she was actually a shy and timid, high school girl with certain loner qualities especially her lack of a proper communication skills.

'She is like me… only a little less rotten and creepy' Hachiman thought while checking the address she had texted him into his phone and finding that, indeed, he had arrived at the correct spot.

Not that he had any doubts over her making such a simple mistake as messing up the address, that was more in line with their resident service club airhead.

Saki was street smart and efficient and if he was being honest with himself then he would also say that she was a good elder sister but then again her only competition was with Yukinoshita Haruno and on that front, Saki was a clear winner because her over indulged brother complex towards Kawasaki Taishi and her often overlooked sisterly affection towards Keika Kawasaki, was one of her more endearing qualities which made her at least tolerable in his book.

'Bug boy should consider himself lucky' he thought morosely, 'If it weren't for Saki I would have already done some much needed pest control and kept Komachi away from his pesky clutches'

For some reason his cute little sister, Komachi actually considered that bratty, no good, Taishi, a decent enough person to actually call him a friend. As her older brother and a sane human being Hachiman was completely astounded

'I mean how in the world does that happen', he pondered to himself while waiting on the nearly vacant street, 'How does a below average guy like him get to be within a fifty mile radius of a dream girl like Komachi' Hachiman shook his head at the unfairness of the world before a more sinister thought entered his mind 'Is it possible that Saki threatened Komachi to be friends with her little brother' he ran this train of thought again in his mind before arriving at the horrible conclusion, 'There is no doubt in my mind' he thought morbidly, 'My sister had already been caught in the web of the Kawasaki siblings' he looked at the massage parlour with dread, '…And now I am next'

Hachiman took a deep breath and relived those few precious moments of his life as he was certain he was going inside to meet his untimely demise. 'Maybe Saki plans to finish me off' he thought with a hint of fear, 'I insulted her brother too many times behind her back and like the coward he is, he probably tattled to his elder sister like a cry baby and now…' Hachiman gulped, 'She plans to take revenge'

On a fundamental level Hachiman understood Saki's motivation. 'I would have done the same thing' he thought in agreement. God forbid if anyone insulted Komachi and he somehow found out about it then there would be no force on the face of the earth that could protect them from his wrath. He would hunt them down and…well he had a long list of things he would do to them but saying them now would just spoil the surprise.

'I'm the best Onii-chan in the entire universe' he thought with a creepy grin on his lips and a proud look in his eyes.

A couple of days ago Hachiman had carried out one of his brotherly duties to perfection and Komachi was incredibly pleased with his efforts. He had given her a proper massage to treat her back pains and now her cute little sister was always showering him with affection. She prepared him a special bento, hugged him and even…kissed him.

'Maybe my life is finally turning around' Hachiman thought happily while taking a small look inside the massage parlour. Saki was late and he was getting slightly impatient over her tardiness.

'Maybe she changed her mind' he dared to think such a positive thought, 'I mean if it were me I wouldn't even consider giving myself a massage. I mean look at me!' Hachiman stepped in front of the window of the massage parlour and stared at his reflection, 'I'm not exactly good looking and then there are my eyes' he gave a small sigh of sadness, 'My rotten dead fish eyes' but he cheered up at remembering his sister's kind words, 'But at least Komachi thinks they are okay and that's all that matters to me.'

Hachiman gathered his resolve and stepped inside the massage parlour with renewed confidence over his ability to survive through almost everything, 'After all, I faced Yukinoshita Haruno…although I had four powerful girls backing me up…and even then we lost' his confidence was slowly evaporating from his body, '…if it weren't for Shizuka I would have probably ended up like Zaimokuza or worse Hayama' he couldn't believe he was actually feeling sorry for the poor bastard. Whatever atrocities Yukinoshita Haruno did on him had long lasting effects.

After that incident he was his usual fake self during class but if Tobe was to be believed then whenever he spotted Yukinoshita Yukino, his face would scrunch up in horror and he would flee the scene mumbling the letter 'Y' over and over again.

'What did Haruno exactly do to him' Hachiman thought while taking steady steps inside the facility, trying in vain to find the light switch, 'I mean are there some forms of psychological tortures that I don't know about'

After a little bit of fumbling he finally found the light switch and turned it on…only to be surprised by an errant looking Kawasaki Saki, glaring at him with equal amounts of annoyance and impatience.

"Took ya long enough Hachiman" Saki said tersely, "I didn't knew anyone could stare blankly at a building for such a long time" she crossed her arms over her breasts, "Thanks for proving me wrong"

Hachiman ignored her sarcasm, "Always happy to help you out Saki" he added with equal amounts of sarcasm before finally getting a good look at her current choice of clothing… and he was rendered speechless, "…what are you wearing?"

Saki blushed at his scrutiny, "My work uniform, what else!" she said while avoiding his gaze before switching into her excruciating cloth connoisseur persona to hide her embarrassment, "I will have you know, this is a superior weave, high temperature wash fabric, made using bi stretch polyester"

Hachiman did not understand a single word she said but his dead fish eyes and rotten brain were already busy deciphering her apparel.

Kawasaki Saki was wearing a black asymmetrical styled tunic with a mandarin collar and princess seams which was fastened at the front by shank buttons and had a centre back pleat and dual side vents to better accommodate her each and every movements during her scheduled massage sessions.

"Ha-Hachiman c-can ya st-stop st-staring already" Saki said with a stuttering voice while a heavy blush spread across her cheeks.

Hachiman blushed at having been caught staring by her, "Sorry Saki" he said, "…Um, you look nice" he spoke without thinking.

Saki gave a small, awkward nod, "Thanks, I guess" she mumbled while straightening the hem of her tunic which was extremely short and came just below her thighs, leaving her long and creamy legs bare for his momentary scrutiny.

"Um, where are your pants Saki?" Hachiman dared to ask and judging by the renewed fidgeting of his fellow loner, he assumed that a rather scandalous topic had been broached for their pleasant discussions.

"I didn't pick the uniform, okay!" Saki replied while trying to fix her tunic once again. She was a tall girl to begin with and this work attire was in the wrong side of risqué according to her wardrobe standards and being criticised by Hachiman was not helping her solve her anxieties and boost her confidence from any reasonable viewpoint, "Ya probably wouldn't have complained if it was that blonde floozy wearing this dress instead of me, now wouldn't ya?" she added with a vicious snarl.

Hachiman rested his eyes on her face before telling her the honest truth, "You are right" he began in a steady voice, "I wouldn't have said anything if it was Miura wearing this tunic because she is more comfortable wearing these types of clothes than you are, Saki"

Saki gave him a death glare, "Well sorry for not meeting you're usual standards Hikigaya" she replied while gritting her teeth in anger and returned to addressing him by his last name, "Not every girl needs to dress like a slut to get a guys attention, ya know" she added while fuming.

"Calm down Kawasaki" Hachiman read the adverse mood and adapted to the changing circumstances by also returning to calling her by her last name. He saw the small flash of hurt run past her eyes before being replaced by annoyance and anger.

"Shut the hell up!" Kawasaki shouted, "Ya said more than enough!" She walked into his personal space and stared him down with her fierce gaze. "Get lost Hikigaya! I don't need your help after all"

He took a deep breath and began to manage this situation from further escalating despite being provided the chance to leave by his former requester, "Kawasaki I was not trying to offend you or anything" he said while giving her some much needed space, "I just thought you were uncomfortable wearing such types of short clothes since you kept fidgeting with the hem of your tunic every time we talked" he gave her an obvious once over and despite her anger Kawasaki blushed at his overt perusal although she didn't raise her voice in complaint, "I already said you looked nice in this tunic and I really meant it" he said to her in a slow voice, "It's just that I wanted you to feel more relaxed and at ease, that's all and its quite evident that this tunic is not helping you by any means despite looking great on you."

Kawasaki listened to his words and her face softened, "I don't look slutty or anything, do I?" she asked again, voicing her insecurities to him, "I mean, this is short but I don't feel bad while wearing it" she added while blushing.

"Then you don't have anything to worry about" Hachiman said in a relieved voice, "You look nice in anything you wear and this tunic is not an exception" he emphasised his point by subtly glancing at the vents which exposed her thighs, "And believe me Kawasaki, if you need to dress up to get a guy's attention then that guy is either blind or probably not worth it."

Kawasaki gave a slight cough, "Who said anything about wanting a guy's attention" she asked with mild embarrassment which was easily deflected back into mild annoyance

Hachiman understood his mistake, "Well you kinda blurted it out during your little rant" he said with a slight awkwardness in his voice, "But don't worry, I will keep your secret. Believe it!"

Kawasaki's eyes lit up, "I know that reference!" she blurted out in excitement.

Hachiman looked confused, "Who doesn't?" he asked.

Kawasaki huffed, "Whatever…" She successfully distracted him by placing both her hands on her hips which helped accentuate her figure while making her look intimidating as well, "And about that guy…" her voice trailed off but she found the courage to continue by evading his eyes "…he's worth every bit of my attention and I am almost done keeping secrets from him" she added in a small voice while waiting for any signs of acknowledgement from him only to have none.

"If you say so" Hachiman said with a shrug, "Are you sure he isn't blind?" he asked.

Kawasaki gave a dry chuckle, "Not exactly sure about that" she said in good humour, "But there is definitely something wrong with his eyes, Hachiman" she boldly stated.

Hachiman nodded his head, "Well, you should tell him to get his eyes checked" he said with a straight face which made Kawasaki almost lose her temper.

"You're so dense" Kawasaki mumbled beneath her breath.

"What?" Hachiman asked, "I didn't quite catch that"

"Nothing!" Kawasaki added swiftly and began speaking hurriedly, "I just thought we had enough chit-chat for a while now, don't ya think. Yes we did! We should probably get down to business and give ya that massage, you're waiting for, alright Hachiman?" she said with a comically stretched smile.

Hachiman nodded his head and carefully hid his shock at her sudden over enthusiasm, "Alright then, Kawasaki." he said calmly "Show me the way"

Kawasaki nodded his head, "Follow me" she said and she led him down a long corridor which led to the back of the massage parlour. Hachiman walked behind her and much to his chagrin he would occasionally catch a fleeting glimpse of her swaying behind in this fetching tunic.

"Where are the others?" Hachiman asked Kawasaki, trying in vain to divert his attention into a small amount of idle communication, "You did say this place was owned by one of your relatives, didn't you. So where are they?"

"My uncle is away at the moment" Kawasaki replied while walking ahead, "He left the massage parlour under my care for the time being and let his employees have a day off" after a hesitant pause she added, "Currently, we are the only ones here in this place"

Hachiman nodded his head, "Alright then"

Kawasaki turned around and Hachiman saw her blushing face in the dim light of the corridor, "D-don't g-get any i-ideas Ha-Hachiman" she said with a stuttering voice, "P-pervert"

Hachiman gave her a bored look, "Kawasaki you will be the one massaging me" he said rather blandly, "If anyone does anything perverted it will be you not me"

Kawasaki blushed a violent shade of red and her stuttering became worse, "I-I a-am not tha-that kin-kinda g-girl" she said in a soft mumbling voice.

Hachiman nodded his head, "I believe you"

Kawasaki was not convinced. She turned around and fixed him with a glare, "Listen smartass, if ya really think I will do weird stuff to ya with the excuse of a massage then ya have another thing coming"

Hachiman looked at her with fresh confusion, "I don't know what you mean Kawasaki"

"Call me Saki godammit!" Kawasaki shouted furiously, "We are on a first name basis Hachiman!" she emphasised his name in a loud manner, "And just because I got angry over a misunderstanding and started calling ya by your last name again doesn't mean we have to switch back into our old, lonely selves, ya understand?" Kawasaki asked with deep rooted anxiousness in her voice, "Just call me Saki, okay Hachiman?"

Hachiman was taken aback by her outburst but he nodded his head, "Very well…Saki" he said her name and in response she gave him a bright smile.

"Better, now follow me" she gestured to a door, "We are almost there."

Kawasaki pushed the door open and Hachiman looked over her shoulders to the room where she would supposedly be giving him a massage.

As expected there was the ominous looking massage table at the centre of the room and at the side corner there was a long counter, on top of which a number of lotions and moisturisers and various other bottles of expensive accessories for a professional massage were kept and next to the counter was a small sink with two taps obviously for providing both hot and cold water during each massage session. Needless to say he was looking into an extremely professional environment much different from his home residence where he had given Komachi a back massage, just a few days ago.

"Well then, ya wait here for a sec," Saki told him, "And I will be back in a minute after I get changed into some more suitable clothes"

Hachiman nodded his head in understanding, "I told you that tunic was bothering you." He said with a slightly smug look on his face, "You should have listened to me in the first place Saki"

Kawasaki gave him a small scowl, "For the last time Hachiman this tunic is not bothering me at all! Hell, even the skirt I wear to school is shorter than this"

"No it's not" Hachiman blurted.

"Hmm, well you would know about that now, wouldn't ya? Since ya looked under my skirt once" Kawasaki accused him rather boldly upon remembering that past incident, "Black lace, ring any bells Hachiman" she asked while a small teasing smile spread across her lips.

Hachiman blushed, "Just get changed already" he added rather tersely "I am seriously beginning to rethink this whole idea all over again."

Kawasaki scoffed, "You and me both, mister" she said before adding on her way out of the room "…And that's why there has been a slight change of plans"

Hachiman followed her halfway through the door, "What change of plans?" he asked with a slight bit of worry in his voice.

"Well Hachiman, just a minute ago, ya said that I will do perverted things to ya while giving ya a massage" she flashed him an embarrassed grin while trying her best to hide the actual truth, "And I took your accusation very seriously. So now…" Kawasaki gave him a coy look, "You will be the one giving me a massage."

"Excuse me?" Hachiman asked in utter confusion.

"Ya heard me" Kawasaki repeated, "Ya said I would do perverted things to ya on the massage table…and you're damn wrong about that" she told him while trying her best to make him believe her version of the truth, "So I will prove my innocence by letting ya give me a massage instead, ya understand?"

"No I don't" Hachiman said, "This doesn't make any sense."

"Well, it does to me" Kawasaki huffed before leaving him in this forsaken room, "So get ready Hachiman. I will be back in a minute for my massage."

Hachiman swept a look around the room and shook his head. 'Why does stuff like this always happen to me?' he asked himself

While he was busy washing his hand in the sink and carefully looking at the various bottles in the counter, he missed the sneaky entrance of his fellow loner who had changed her clothing and was now patiently waiting for him to notice her presence.

After a minute Kawasaki cleared her throat and Hachiman gave a small jump in surprise.

"Well, I'm back" Kawasaki said while trying to keep her voice neutral while Hachiman was miserably failing in keeping his composure.

"What are your wearing?" Hachiman asked in an almost alarmed voice.

"Ya have eyes don't ya Hachiman?" Kawasaki asked with only a hint of embarrassment, "I'm wearing a leotard" she said with a small blush which she tried to hide by giving a small twirl, "How do I look?"

"…Um" Hachiman was rendered speechless… twice… by Kawasaki's bold choice of clothing. She was certainly veering way out of her comfort zone but she was still putting up a brave front as evident by the look in her eyes.

Kawasaki Saki had presented herself in this backless, white leotard with a scooped neckline and wide armholes. During her small twirl, he caught a glimpse of her entire exposed back and noticed the thin shoulder straps travel downwards to cover her bottom while leaving her legs and arms completely bare.

"…Um…where did you find this Saki" Hachiman finally asked after he regained his voice.

Kawasaki placed both her arms in front of her in a defensive posture, "I found them in the employee locker room" her cheeks were red again, "This probably belonged to one of the female masseurs who provide specialised services to some of the customers around here."

Hachiman gave her a sour look, "…And even after knowing that you want to work here" he asked.

"…It's not like that! They just wear this stuff during the massage sessions. Nothing else! They even have bunny tails and cat ears! Some customers are a bit quirky, that's all" Kawasaki replied in a defensive tone although she was not able to convince him by any means possible, "Besides my uncle won't be making me do those kinds of stuff"

"Saki, I don't know" Hachiman said in a wary tone, "I can't help you now after knowing this. I-I," he looked at her eyes, "I can't let you get into weird stuff like this. I'm sorry"

Kawasaki gave a disheartening sigh, "Ya don't have to feel sorry for me Hachiman" she said in a small voice, "Who knows, maybe my uncle will fire me in a few days after he learns how horrible I am at all this massage stuff"

"What makes you say that?" Hachiman asked in curiosity.

"Well you're not the first guy I asked for help, ya know" Kawasaki replied.

"You invited other guys for massages too?" Hachiman asked in a state of alarm.

"Of course not ya idiot!" Kawasaki retorted, "I just asked my brother"

Hachiman made a face, "And what happened then?"

Kawasaki shrugged her shoulders, "Well I started giving him a back rub and after a few minutes he probably got bored and started getting all restless and stuff" she narrated the entire episode in such an innocent manner which left Hachiman pleasantly surprised, "And after a few minutes he started reciting the periodical table. When I asked him if I was doing something wrong, Taishi didn't give a proper reply but when I turned around to grab another bottle of lotion he just bolted from his room and locked himself in the bathroom for over half an hour"

Hachiman listened to this entire narrative with a slightly open mouth, "…And after this…surreal experience you think you're bad at giving massages?" he asked

Kawasaki nodded her head, "Of course I am!" Her face looked forlorn, "After that day Taishi had been giving me this strange look and he is always awkward around me" she gave him a troubled look, "So you see Hachiman, this is not just about my job anymore." She added with renewed fervour, "I have to know what I did wrong so that I can help my little brother"

'Damn bug boy!' Hachiman cursed mentally, 'He was aroused! There is no other possible explanation for this. Saki gave him such a pleasurable massage that he got a boner and to save face he locked himself in the bathroom… but he stayed there for over half an hour. Why? It doesn't take that long…unless' Hachiman scrunched his face in abject horror, 'He was fantasising about Saki while he…'

"Oh you bastard!" Hachiman mumbled aloud.

"What did you just say Hachiman?" Kawasaki asked with a slight suspicion in her voice. If he was bad mouthing his little brother then she would never forgive him.

"Nothing Saki" Hachiman lied. He had no intention of getting beat up by an angry elder sister with a brother complex even though she looked completely spectacular in this classy leotard with a generous display of cleavage.

"I'm waiting Hachiman" Kawasaki said while tapping her bare feet on the floor, "Have you decided yet?"

"It's a tough choice Saki" Hachiman replied solemnly, "You can either learn about your mistakes while giving me a massage as you previously intended or like you said just now, I can give you a massage and you can learn from me on the spot"

Kawasaki gave a small sigh, "So what will it be Hachiman?" she asked.

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A/N: Thank you so much for all your support! Sorry about the delay in posting this chapter but in my defence it's a very big chapter (4000+ words) and now you guys are probably thinking where is the massage.

Well it's not my fault, alright!

Blame wildarms13 for giving me such good ideas! Wildarms13 you are the greatest! Simply the greatest being in the entire Oregairu fandom and I'm incredibly lucky to have your input.

Well, wildarms13 had a simple idea and I'm an idiot for not thinking this about this before but hey! That's why I ask you guys for your opinion.

So for one last time here are your options:

Option 1: Hachiman gives Kawasaki a massage

Option 2: Kawasaki gives Hachiman a massage

Please, pick one.

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