Chapter 1: Three Roommates.

Since the start of this new term, his life had become a living hell. Hachiman Hikigaya was made to switch into a new dorm and forced to live with three new roommates.

"Hey jackass! I'm done with the shower."

This polite tone of voice belonged to one of his roommates. Minami Sagami, a red head with attitude problems and prone to mood swings. From day one, the two of them had been butting heads and the only thing they had in common was their mutual unhappiness with their current living arrangement.

"What about the others?"

"Don't know, don't care."

Like a number of conversations which they had before in mornings like these, this also took place with a door being kept firmly shut between them. Hachiman was in his room, Sagami was standing outside.

Not for the first time, Hachiman acted against his better judgment and opened the door to his room. Despite what kind of behaviour he might be met with in return, there were some values ingrained in him which made him act in a respectful and courteous manner towards women. Even with the likes of Minami Sagami.

But he didn't entertain the woman's sorry attempts to slap him in the face. There had been more than a couple of times when these comically violent incidents occurred and apart from the first time she hadn't been able to land a single blow on him.

"What the hell!?"

"Watch it!"

This time she came close.

Hachiman had opened the door and he was met with a sight to behold. Minami Sagami was clad in nothing but a peach coloured towel which happened to be a size too small to provide even a modicum of decency. This piece of bathroom accessory was firmly wrapped around her shapely breasts and left her gorgeous legs exposed well up to her upper thighs. In fact, he was fairly certain that if for some reason she turned around and bent down to pick something up, her entire ass would be exposed to his line of vision. But that was not something which was likely to happen.

Instead he observed a thick droplet of water fall from her wet hair and trickle down until it vanished between the valley of her breasts. But peace and silence lasted only for a short while.

Minami Sagami soon came back to her senses, her cheeks flushed and she took an actual swing at him. But Hachiman Hikigaya was too quick with his well honed reflexes. Ever since his first year when he got into a terrible accident and had to undergo physical therapy to recover, he had started taking better care of his body. Though he was no gym nut or a well trained martial artist, he could handle himself in a dire situation.

But this was not one of them.

"Let go you creep!" Minami shouted.

"I would like an apology first."

"Like that would ever happen. Now let me go!"

As luck would have it, she had been moving about a bit too much and for some reason he hadn't let her go yet. It was probably why the towel came loose and fell down to the ground, pooling around her ankles.

Hachiman released her hand as soon as it happened and used his hand to cover his eyes, but this time around he was a tad too late. He had caught sight of her naked body, those breasts, those nipples. He couldn't dare let his eyes wander and travel south and she had dropped to the ground out of reflex, a sort of defense mechanism to deal with the situation. She felt a dire need to hide from his sight and pick up that damned towel which had come undone at the most unfortunate of times.

The sight of a beautiful woman kneeling before him first thing in the morning, with her face coming in line with where his lower appendage would pop out had it not been safely tucked away behind his pair of pajamas made him think some pretty nasty thoughts. It made his blood travel south and made something twitch, involuntarily.

But when he felt her grab his knees for some reason, which almost made him buckle and made the thoughts in his head worse, he dared himself to look down and he was brought back to the land of reality with the glare in her grey eyes.

"Move asshole!"

"R-Right, sorry."

He swiftly made his way into the living room, leaving her completely naked, down on her haunches, figuring out whether she should cover what little she had of her modesty left with the fallen towel or make a run for it to her room where she could change into something decent. In the end, making her first bad decision of the day, she clutched the small towel to her front, barely covering anything and ran to her room, leaving her buttocks completely bare.

Minami hoped no one had noticed this small slip up.

Hachiman had looked over his shoulders and watched her bare bottom bounce back to her room. He shook his head, let out a world weary sigh and wondered whether these altercations with the insufferable woman and seeing her in multiple levels of undress would one day make him completely immune to the natural charm and sex appeal of beautiful women. It would be a sorry day when that happened and should it happen, he was pretty sure he would try and get himself killed by coming in front of a speeding truck.

But as it so happened that day would never come as evidenced by his interaction with Minami Sagami today. What further added to this point was the effect the sight in the living room/kitchen had on him. He gave out a visible groan and rubbed his face with his hand before taking another gander at this problem which was a result of his interesting living arrangement on campus.

"Yukinoshita-senpai, you are indecent."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Haruno Yukinoshita-senpai was a final year student. She had shoulder length black hair, the tips of which she had dyed purple to 'change things up' as she told him earlier and she had a sizable pair of breasts which were pushed out gloriously because of the inbuilt support structure of the risqué little number she was wearing. Over these last couple of weeks he had been fairly educated by her on the types of nightwear a woman of her caliber wear and by now he knew the difference between a babydoll and a teddy perfectly.

His earlier impression of those words being used to portray silly little things for sweet, little innocent girls to play with were completely ruined. Those people at the women's fashion industry who designed these types of sinful clothing had a twisted sense of humour, he thought.

And like most times he couldn't help but wonder how many of these did she have in her closet. He wouldn't be surprised if she said it was about a hundred. He had heard that some women liked to collect different types of footwear, but in the case of Haruno Yukinoshita, it seems she was a woman who had a far more interesting hobby and liked to collect skimpy outfits.

This morning she wore a red hot baby doll lingerie with almost transparent lace and mesh material that had a cute little satin bow at the front. It added a more subtle, sexy touch.

Knowing he was looking, taking in what she was wearing, she stretched herself on the sofa in the living room, lying on her back, bringing one of her legs up to graze the smooth skin of her calves and thighs and he couldn't help but take in a few more details of her negligee. It showed off her well developed curves as she oozed an aura of confidence and sensuality which he had come to associate with this formidable woman.

"I still don't understand why you can't wear pajamas like a normal person."

She let out a sexy chortle. "Don't tell me you don't enjoy the view."

He blushed. She knew how to push his buttons. Riling him up seemed to have become her pastime these days. He still persisted because he could be bullheaded on some occasions and this was one of them.

"I think you would look cuter in pajamas."

She was all smiles. "Be thankful with what I wear, taking your sensibilities into consideration, Hikigaya-kun. I feel more comfortable when I don't have a stitch of clothing on me. That's why I sleep in the nude."

Hachiman balked at the suggestive tone of her voice and couldn't help but picture her nude in her bedroom. Her room was right beside his and now that he knew this interesting thing about her, that she slept naked, he wasn't sure he could ever fall asleep looking at the wall on his side of the room, while knowing what was on the other side.

He gulped and looked at the coffee table. There was a cup of herbal tea and a plate of snacks. But next to it was his phone. That would explain why he didn't wake up today to the sound of the alarm going off on his phone. Not that he needed it. He had an interesting wakeup call today featuring an almost nude Sagami Minami.

Half joking, he asked, "Did I get any calls?"

Haruno Yukinoshita smiled and sipped her tea. "You got a few."

Now that was a cause for worry. He was filled with a sense of dread. Leaving his phone outside the confines of his own room was a terrible mistake to make. Sure, he had a complicated pattern lock on his phone, but that would be useless against incoming calls.

He didn't dare to ask. "O-oh r-really. Who called this early in the morning?"

"Shizuka-chan." Haruno said, jovially.

He waited for her to elaborate but she didn't and that was kinda annoying. He wanted to ask her what Shizuka Hiratsuka-sensei wanted to do with him this early in the morning, but he ended up asking. "Well, what did you say to her?"

"I told him you were still asleep."

"Oh, that's good -"

"You didn't let me finish. I told her you were still fast asleep because last night we shared a night of passion, had lots of sex and it probably tired you out."

Hachiman was so confused. "W-why, why would you tell her that?"

"Because it's fun to mess with Shizuka-chan." Haruno said.

This was another thing he had come to know about this complex woman. She liked to mess with people, get into their heads. She knew she was an attractive woman, the ideal woman in many a man's opinion and she never missed an opportunity to use that fact to her advantage. Ever since these two became roommates, this bold senpai of his has been sending him signals that she was okay with them having a sexual relationship.

But that was not about to happen. The duo had history. Back in first year when he got into an accident which landed him in the hospital for three weeks, Haruno Yukinoshita had been the one behind the steering wheel, barreling the speeding car towards him and managing to hit him in a near fatal manner.

But that was all in the past. Nowadays her attempts to hit on him were of a different variety and thankfully involved no cars or vehicles in any shape or form. But he would really appreciate it if she didn't mess with his social life and bothered the people he interacted with on the campus on a near daily basis which involved, Shizuka Hiratsuka, his club advisor, the university guidance counselor and a woman next to his own heart.

"Looks like I will have some explaining to do later on with Hiratsuka-sensei. Hopefully, she will take your manipulative and deceitful nature into account and believe my words over yours."

Haruno Yukinoshita didn't say anything and sipped the rest of her tea in silence before getting up and heading to her own room, closing the door with a loud, distinct bang. He realized too late that he might have been a tad too harsh with her. This is why he never spoke the truth.

"You sure know the way to a women's heart, senpai."

He looked at the kitchen where his foxy little kohai, his third and final female roommate was, busy preparing breakfast. Iroha was a cute little first year university student with shoulder length bobbed brown hair and honey coloured eyes. At the moment she was dressed in a white tank top and blue jeans shorts which accentuated the curve of her hips. It was her most definitive asset which stuck out, literally and teased him when she got on her tip toes to reach for a container kept on the higher shelves. She couldn't quite reach it as she also happened to be of a small stature, definitely the smallest person in their room.

"Can you get that for me senpai?"

"Sure."

"Thanks. I know I can always count on you."

"I'm grabbing a jar of spices for you, Isshiki. It's nothing."

"Still…"

She trailed off and he didn't know what to make of this younger woman. She gave him mixed signals. At times she would be flirty, foxy, trying too much to be like the older Yukinoshita but she was nowhere near her level. It just left him feeling this awkward sexual tension between them which went absolutely nowhere. But she was fully grown woman who was in touch with her own sexuality, neither naive nor innocent in the ways of grabbing a man's attention.

Like now for instance, where at first he couldn't resist looking at her firm behind, clad in those jeans shorts and then when he came face to face with her to grab the jar of spices from the higher shelves he is hit with another realization.

She is wearing a normal looking white tank top which is nothing special, but he can tell she is wearing nothing underneath. He can almost make out the outline of her nipple, see the tips framed on the fabric of her clothing and he almost forgets to hand her the jar of spices as he hovers with his hand, somewhere in the air, in between them, checking her out like an idiot. He should be ashamed of himself

"Senpai?"

"Nothing. Just admiring your cute apron."

She gave him a small saucy wink. "Sure you were."

This is what he is talking about. It's really awkward and he can do nothing about it but shuffle back to the sofa and grab hold of his phone. He checks his phone logs and finds that he had gotten a couple more calls.

"Miura called?"

"Ah yes, Miura-senpai did call." Isshiki said. "I spoke to her."

Now this is a nightmare. Yumiko Miura, the blonde buxom babe and Iroha Isshiki, the cute foxy kohai don't get along. Sure, they like others to think there is no bad blood between them because neither of them would want false rumours about them to speculate in the campus. That would hurt their respective image. But this much he was certain. The two women hated each others guts.

Rather warily he found himself asking Isshiki the same question he had asked Yukinoshita-senpai a moment before.

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her you were fast asleep because last night I gave you an awesome back massage. Then afterwards you returned the favour."

He rubbed his forehead, finding himself nursing a headache. Okay, so he would have to explain the situation to both Shizuka Hiratsuka-sensei and Yumiko Miura. It wasn't bad, he could still make this work. But like before he had to know the reason behind it.

"Why did you do it, Isshiki?"

"Because Yukinoshita-senpai dared me to."

Hachiman didn't quite believe it. "And it had nothing to do with getting under Miura's skin."

"I don't know what you mean. Miura-senpai and I are friends. This is just fun and games."

After having said her piece, Isshiki Iroha went back to preparing her breakfast while whistling a cheerful tune. But he wasn't out of the woods yet. According to his phone records, he had received another call in his mobile phone.

He asked her about it as well.

"What about Kawasaki? Did you take her call?"

"I took her call asshole."

Minami Sagami had come out of her room dressed for the day. She was wearing a red, half sleeved blouse with blue skinny jeans and heels. It was good to see her with more clothes on herself than just a flimsy towel covering her naked body. He couldn't help but let his thoughts wander to what happened in the morning, the sight that he was greeted to today. And from the looks of it she remembered it too because she had a cute blush on her face and a huffy attitude when it came to dealing with him. But that could be said about most days, so it was nothing special.

Besides he had more important matters to address.

"What did you tell, Kawasaki, Sagami?"

Minami Sagami folded her arms and smirked confidently.

"I told her you were pretending to sleep in your bed because last night you had watched me like a perverted voyeur while I masturbated in my room. Now you didn't have the courage to come out and face me."

Now this was the most, outrageous lie he had ever heard. Like he would ever do that and like she would ever let him live to breath for a second more after she had spotted him, watching her pleasuring herself with her own finger trapped between the apex of her thighs.

He couldn't quite resist the temptation. "Why Sagami, I didn't know you had such fantasies. Don't tell me you are an exhibitionist."

His comment had the desired effect because her eyes narrowed in a glare and she huffed and puffed and walked angrily towards him, about to have her second go at him this early in the morning, but she stopped when Isshiki voiced an interesting observation.

"Why did you say you were masturbating, senpai?" Isshiki asked Sagami. "Wouldn't that make you out to be just as perverted as him in Kawasaki-senpai's eyes?"

Now Hachiman was fairly certain that Isshiki was not this naïve, first year university student who didn't know men or women masturbated in their private time or thought that engaging in such acts were a form of perversion. No, of course not, it was the farthest thing from the truth.

But Minami Sagami didn't seem to have thought about that and really out of all the lies these women had said, her would be the unlikeliest one to be believed by his caller. No, he would have no trouble persuading Saki Kawasaki that such a scenario hadn't played out in their room. More than likely, Kawasaki might have told the same thing to Sagami over the phone. It would explain why she got so red and left the room, heading out and closing the door with a bang and a shout of "Goodbye!"

When Sagami was gone and Haruno showed no intention of coming out of her room, Hachiman Hikigaya got up from his seat on the sofa and collected his phone. He would have to remember to keep this damned thing with him at all times. He wouldn't want a repeat of what happened this morning.

"Where are you going, senpai?" Isshiki asked.

Indeed, where was he supposed to go, he thought for a minute. From the looks of it Shizuka Hiratsuka, Yumiko Miura and Saki Kawasaki wanted something with him today. But he made up his mind real quick.

"I think I will pay Hiratsuka-sensei a visit."