Cumulative instances
Stacking up
From connections
Occurrences
Manifestations
Lead to a standstill.
Window
Of opportunity
Ironically
Entering
But not
Through
The open door.
In an unexpected turn of events
The same nightmare
Returns.
Tables turn.
Other way around.
Blonde hair
Green eyes
Behind
Streams of light
Illuminating
Narrow path.
"Yumiko. What are you doing here?"
"Hachiman, t-theres something I-"
"Spit it out, girl."
"Damn you!"
"I'm all ears."
Under the faint light of a post
In front of a house
The cynic crosses his arms
Irritated
Bizarre sight
Fresh after sunset
Here she was.
"Well, Ebina, Yui and... we were out for dinner and..."
"Yeah."
"Hayato was with us and-"
"Catch your breath woman. Did you run back here?"
"Yes! I needed your advice!"
"That's stupid. Go back and-"
No surprise
Grabbing a collar
Surefire way
To grab attention.
"Hachi! Hayato confessed to me!"
"Then why do you look pissed?"
Further back
Such an occurrence
Bound to instill
Pure joy
Ecstasy
In a woman
Like Miura Yumiko.
All in front of him was confusion
Laced with irritation
A dash of disbelief.
"What'd you think."
Raising an eyebrow
A frown
Formed on his face
Reluctant smile.
"Idiot. Go! Seize him!"
"Hachiman, you're coming with me."
"In my PJs? No way."
Of course, fire will always be fire.
Thus goes the tale
Of how I
Stood a ways away
In shaggy gray pajamas
Gazing at a window
Depicting
A group of friends
And a particular pair
Of two blondes.
"Oh, hi there. Hikigaya kun."
Of course
Anything can happen
Bad
Turns to worse.
"Haruno."
"What are you doing here?"
She knows.
Devious
Witch woman
Peach eyes
Far more
Sinister
Than her blue counterpart.
"Interesting, isn't it?"
"Entertaining."
When two
A cynic
Meets
A machiavellian
Akin
Volcano
Meets
Tornado
Dark and darker.
Bad meets evil.
Two broken things create trash.
Opposites attract.
Similarities repel.
But when
Bad meets evil
Something worse
Comes out.
Two seers
Observe
As a girl accepts
Another lie
Blinded
Intoxicated
Faked
Immersed
Another illusion.
A prelude
For a certain cynic
A deadly game
For a dark Queen
The show
About to begin.
Two puppeteers.
Three Acts.
One end.