Hello readers! I hope you guys are having an amazing day! I just opened up this account recently just because this idea has been stuck in my head for so long now. And yes it is the first time I am posting here. So please do share your thoughts and let me know how I've done and how I can improve my skills moving forward. There will be an author's note at the end having some explanations. Without further ado, please enjoy chapter 1!

I do not own My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected. It is the property of Wataru Watari. If I did, however, then Totsuka would be the main (hero)ine. (JK :)

The cooling and comforting breeze moved past my body, causing me to sigh in relief. I welcomed it with no issues and open arms, figuratively. Despite being late March, the weather could be mistaken for one in the Summer season.

The second year of my high school was going to start in around a week, give or take a couple of days. The me in the past would've been overjoyed and tried to do whatever possible in order to 'prepare' himself for a new chapter of his life. Tch. It makes me want to vomit when I get the flashbacks of those times where my naivety was at an all-time high. Someone like me is not destined for happiness. At least that is what I conclude from the things life threw at me so far.

The world was surrounded by so many fake objects. Especially the relationships between different people that are a part of it. Nice people are the greatest example of my claim. They'll be nice to everyone in order to keep their reputation or status quo intact. Or to gain something valuable for themselves. Even if it means faking it against their actual character and that behavior might produce a negative result for someone who doesn't deserve it at all. That's why I hated nice girls. The fact that I have a terrible history revolving around one of them also plays a factor in my dislike towards those kinds of people.

And don't get me started on those rich spoiled brats that think that the world revolves around them. I also have a history regarding those kinds of people. They will use their status or riches to get anything they want. At least most of them since the nice bunch among those are so little in our world. Snatching away something from someone that is their want but also at the same time, the need of the person who they snatched it from. Throwing away something extremely valuable, which can also be the utmost need of somebody who can't afford it, in order to gloat. Morons.

Ah, it seems like my inner ranting is getting out of hand. It wouldn't do good to upset myself over these unimportant thoughts. I should just enjoy the free time I have until the hell called Sobu High restarts. Plus it's very annoying carrying the milk and coffee pack while walking at such a slow pace. Forgot to check my phone for any notifications today so might as well just do that.

After unlocking it, I see two unread messages. One is from my tutor, who is also the President of the Student Council, Meguri Shiromeguri. Informing me about how she wouldn't have any issues still helping me out even though it's her last year at Sobu. It really started when she found me struggling on an Algebra assignment during lunch. The bubbly girl agreed to help me out and I had no desire to fail the class so I took her help. I didn't want her to waste her time on a pathetic person like me and enjoy herself instead. I say that since her life will only get busier after her last year at high school. She still insisted that she wanted to continue her aid. She also threatened me that she'll cry and complain to Hiratsuka-sensei if I were to decline. Wow. Even people like Shiromeguri-senpai can play dirty sometimes. Now that is what got me to agree to her demand. There is no way in hell that I will be dealing with a violent woman who is basically on her midlife crisis way before it should occur. Throwing glares of jealousy at couples who spend time in public. She's also very easy to anger and one of her favorites, if not the most, ways to vent her frustration out is through me. Sensei...only if I was 10 years younger, you wouldn't have to worry about not being married. Actually, I can do that right after I gradua- nope. NOPE. Bad thoughts! Go away!

The other message was from none other than my "book partner" in Sobu's library, Hina Ebina. The only person who I willingly spent time with during my first year at Sobu High. The fujoshi was an interesting girl indeed. She was one of the smartest in our school. She finished at least Top 10 in every core subject among the rankings of First Years. There is no doubt about her intelligence from the times we've worked on our assignments and studied together in the library. Along with Shiromeguri-senpai, she was one of the biggest reasons as to why I've improved so much in Chemistry and Algebra. There was a quirk about her that weirded a lot of people out. It was her immense obsession. What she was obsessed with was pairing up boys with each other. I still shudder remembering some of the fantasies the woman was very vocal about. Even I was a victim of her disgusting imaginations.

What she sent me in the morning was a draft of the short story she wrote. She wanted me to review and point out some factors she could work on. I already had an idea of what it was going to involve. It will be very uncomfortable, but I am willing to go through it. This was the least I could do for all the help she has given me in my education. I'll do it later though. I need to enjoy this break as much as I can before I return to school.

Other than that, I didn't really have friends in school and general since that's what normies do with their fake attitudes and actions around them. I'm not an idiot and I know that the only person who understands me is none other than myself. Real friends were a very hard find in the reality we lived in. Ebina and Shiromeguri-senpai were the only people who I could consider 'friends'. Even then, I wasn't too sure if they felt the same way. I thought that Senpai was one of those 'nice girls' at first due to her bubbly attitude. Boy was I wrong. One day, I learned that she's the type of person you never want to anger. I had the opportunity to see her lashing out at a couple of students who were making fun of me, especially my eyes. Shiromeguri-senpai was fuming so much that even I was wary around her. That's when I started to become a little fond of her. She even asked me to call her 'Onee-San'. Damn it senpai! That memory still makes me blush and feel embarrassed you know?

I was also careful around Ebina the same way I kept my guard up against Shiromeguri-senpai. She noticed me reading a popular light novel in the library and immediately started talking to me. I knew of her reputation as being in the most popular clique among the Sobu First Years last year. She, Hayama, and Miura were the only ones I knew by name of that group. I tried to shoo her off at first but she was very persistent. Even pointing out my mistakes when she caught me trying to finish up my homework early. In the end, I had to give up. Plus it felt nice knowing I could talk to somebody about 'Chunni' things without any issues.

Ebina also had a secret side, from what I concluded in my observations of her. There would be moments where she had a forced smile when topics of elementary and junior high popped up in our conversations. Perhaps she also went through tough times back then? I know I wasn't the only one that received the short end of the stick in my youth. It wouldn't be good to bring up any questions involving that matter. I don't want to deal with the Fire Queen when she basically has a lot of power in the school and I basically have none. Plus from what I saw of her, she also tends to get violent like a certain woman I know. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I am also kind of scared of losing whatever we had between the two of us, whether you wanted to call it friendship or not. NOOOOOO! I'm slowly turning into one of them!

As I try to hurry up, I pass by the local Chiba Basketball Court. There were two full courts in total. One of them was occupied by adults and young men in their 20s. They were playing a game using the entire court with 4 players on each team. However, that didn't catch my attention. What did was the young kid, around Komachi's age, being picked on by older teenagers. They most likely went to either Sobu High or Kaihin Sogo High. The menacing expressions on their faces kind of gave me an idea of what was going on. I didn't care what was happening. There weren't enough clues to put the pieces together for a much more realistic assumption. Anything related to this sport makes it easy and quick for me to be in a bad mood due to some very unpleasant memories and experiences.

"Give it back!" I hear the kid demanding the older guys. They snickered as they were passing around a ball between themselves.

"We told you before, brat. Get off of the fucking court or suffer the consequences. And now you ain't getting it back," the big guy in the middle stated while spinning the ball with his finger.

"Or you can get it back. Only if you let us talk a little with your pretty sister over there," the lanky one to his right side pointed towards the furious older girl that was stomping in their direction.

A chibi version of her was following her. I'm guessing that they were the siblings of the boy. I noticed a grimace on the boy's face while he held on to his ankle. Must've rolled it when he was pushed down to the ground. He too had a glare despite the pain and the situation he was in.

"What do you think you are doing?" the older girl snapped at the teenagers. She seems familiar somehow.

"Your brother had it coming. Now we can give the ball back. Only if you… ya know?'' The shortest guy had this smirk on his face which only seemed to disgust and infuriate the girl even further. Before she responded in any way, her brother already took the initiative.

"Take that back, you bastard!" Even through the pain, he stood up and faced the three bullies while keeping his sister behind his arm. He also got into a stance in case a fight broke out. What he was trying to do was admirable, but it was no use in the end. He can't beat three bigger and older guys with an injury. Not in a fight nor in a game. Unless he was a skilled martial artist or something.

"Beat the three of us in a game and then the ball plus court is all yours," the leader of the three said in a mocking manner.

"If you lose, your sister has to spend a day with us," the lanky bastard grinned.

The kid reminded me of Komachi and myself to an extent. I certainly wouldn't want my cute little sister to go through this. Anybody who even thought of doing something like this to her would be reaching death's door ASAP. And I am not even exaggerating with that. Before I could rationally think, my body moved on its own. Oh, man. What do you think you're doing my stupid body?!

The gap between the scene and I got shorter and shorter with every step I took. Some of them raised their eyebrows in intrigue with my appearance. They took a step back as soon as their eyes landed on mine. Ah yes, my 'dead-fish' eyes do come in very handy when using one of my 108 skills, Intimidation.

"What are we playing up to?" I requested the leader of the trio.

"Huh? What are you on about fish boy?" He insulted me despite being wary but I didn't give a damn.

"I asked how many points to win?" I reiterated my question. He kept looking at me for a minute before bursting out laughing.

"Heh, you think you could beat us?" he got closer to me and tried to activate his own intimidation, which had no effect whatsoever. Plus his breath stank. Jeez! Brush ya teeth will ya?

"Switch 'think' with 'know' and then you'll be correct," I replied to stinky breath. He growled but then smirked before speaking again.

"How about this? You play each of us in a one-on-one. No breaks or water for you between the games. Each game is up to 7 points. That should be fine since you wholeheartedly believe you can beat us right?" I gave them a smirk of my own to his rules.

"You just made it a lot easier. How about this? If you lose, then you give me all of your money and your ball. How does that sound?" The wannabe delinquents agreed and I started looking for a spot where I could put the bag containing the milk and coffee pack. The girl from earlier then offered her empty hands to me.

"I'll hold onto them while you play against these bastards," her eyes slightly widened in surprise when she got a good look at my full face for some reason. I muttered a quick word of appreciation as I handed her the bag. I was kind of hesitating to hand her my phone but her next words made it much easier.

"Don't worry. I won't steal it. That is the least I can do for what you're about to do for my brother. But you better not be one of those 'All talk, No Skills' or I'll beat the shit out of you myself," I don't think I am really doing this for your brother though. And what's with that threat, woman? Dammit! This was a terrible idea! Why did I even do it? Oh yeah...I've been in that kid's shoe before when I was much younger. But it's not the time to dwell on negative thoughts and prepare for the game. I made the decision myself and I must suffer the results of it. I then see both her younger brother and sister looking at me with surprise.

"Thanks for standing up for me. You don't have to play if you don't want to. The ankle is no problem for me. I'll play through it somehow. Plus I want to kick their ass myself!" the boy's apologetic tone transformed into an angered one at the end of his speech.

"I have a reason of my own for doing this so no worries. Ankle injuries are no small matter. I'm pretty sure your sister is happy that you are willing to go that far for her," I warned as he gave me a nod before looking down on the ground. I began adjusting the purple cap I was wearing right after. It would be a drag if I let my hair get in the way. Komachi has been complaining a lot about how I should get a haircut. Hmm… we'll see.

As I started stretching around, I noticed that the game on the other court stopped and they were paying attention to the game I was about to play in. Also, a couple more people appeared around the cages that surrounded the courts to watch us. Yikes! I want no attention whatsoever. I even see a bunch of people taking out their phones to capture the moment. Stupid normies…

What did catch my attention were the two young people, a male and a female, standing outside of the cages together. If I had to guess, I'd say that they are college students and very tall compared to the average height among the people of Japan. What made the pair stand out was their foreign features even though the female had some that indicated that at least a part of her family had some Japanese ancestors. The guy was wearing a cap just like me, but a black one instead. Unlike the other viewers (save for the siblings trio), these two solely had their eyes on me. The young man had his eyes squinted as if he was studying me or something. Talk about creepy…

I shook my head to get rid of any unnecessary thoughts before facing my opponent. It seems like the lanky guy was going up against me first. I offered to be on defense at the start. I haven't touched a basketball in over a year if I had to guess and I wanted to see how this guy played before doing something myself. I was still confident that I was going to win.

Once the ball was checked, I gave him some space so he could shoot a 3 pointer. He did exactly that and as soon as the ball was released from his hands, he immediately went after it for a rebound. He looked uncomfortable as he shot it so it confirmed my theory. I now had the knowledge of his weakness of not being able to shoot very well or at all.

Boxing him out and getting the rebound was easy. Now I was behind the three point line and dribbled the ball with my right hand flawlessly. My body was positioned low. I kept my eyes on my foe and suddenly burst towards the rim on my right side. The lanky teen was surprised with the sudden and unexpected explosion and tried to keep up but I managed to make it to the sideline and stopped to shoot a short distanced jump shot. It went through the net after touching the side of the rim. I could hear a couple of claps after that. I went back behind the line and waited for my opponent to get in front of me. He wasn't amused at all from the frown he wore.

In the next possession, he gave me a lot of space to shoot a three. Now, three point shots were one of my weaknesses as well. But I had to accept the challenge he gave me whether the shot goes in or not. With a deep breath, I released the ball. I cringed as it hit the side of the rim and missed its target. My adversary got the rebound this time and took it outside of the painted three point arch before posting up against me.

I figured that he thought he had the height advantage but that was not correct. When I wasn't slouching, I was around a solid 5 foot 10 or 11 inches, and it was evident that none of us were really taller than each other when I straightened my back. Plus I had long arms, which also was a major tool in the sport I was currently participating in. So when he went for a hook shot over me, I was able to deflect it away using my wingspan and get the possession back. I took the ball outside of the line and went right back inside before pulling up for a mid-range jumpshot.

'Swish!'

The score was 2-0 now with me being in the lead. As soon as I got the ball back for the next play, I faked a shot from outside of the line. My adversary did not fall for it so I took a jab step to my right next and faked another 3 point shot. This time, he slightly moved to the right and allowed a free lane to me on the left side for an easy layup. I took the opportunity and drove in and finished with my right hand instead of the left one as the ball softly touched the backboard.

My small nervousness slowly crept away as I got into the groove of the game. I did another jab step to the right in my next possession and immediately started driving to my left using my left hand to dribble. He was able to keep up but when I took a hard dribble and stepped back, I sunk in another shot with ease from the space between the paint and the three-point line.

In the next possession, the idiot gave me way too much space. So I dribbled inside and as he got closer, I hesitated as if I was pulling up for another mid-range shot over him. He jumped up to contest it but I faked it and went right past him for another easy layup. He was getting frustrated and that was good. It would mean that he is losing focus easily. As we checked up the ball, he started playing aggressive defense. That was expected. I pivoted with my left foot and gave a tiny bump to his chest using my right shoulder. When a small amount of space was created between us, I took a quick jab step to my right and was making my way towards the rim. On the first step, I initiated contact between us by slightly bumping him in the chest with my left shoulder this time. This gave me enough space for an easy and free lay up and I gently finished the play with my right hand.

"That's a foul! You can't do that!" my opponent screamed while pointing at me. I just gave him a deadpan stare as I heard the murmurs of disagreement around me. Even his buddies weren't agreeing with his claim if I had to guess from how they were looking away.

"You hear them, right?" I asked and he finally stopped complaining. He checked the ball while mumbling about how unfair it was. Sorry, it's just that you're not good enough to beat me.

If I score in this possession, I win the game. I dribbled the ball from the left hand to the right one under my right leg and dribbled back to the left under my left leg. A slight hesitation and I took off while the lanky teen tried to keep me from getting close to the basket. I did another step back but he surprisingly expected the move from me so I faked a shot and he fell for it. I then made the open shot to end the game.

That was a lot easier than I expected to be honest. Plus I underestimated the heat today so I was sweating buckets. The no breaks or water rule will be kind of a pain in the ass at the end but I can definitely handle it. The next guy I was playing against seemed to be the munchkin of the group. I was at least around 5 inches taller than him. He apparently wants possession first and I wanted the same so I gave him an open three-point shot at the beginning.

It started with the short guy being up by two points while I had zero. I figured that he was a great shooter so I didn't give him much space in the next possession. Those were the only points he scored since after I got the ball, I just posted up against him to score easy and short fadeaways or blow right past him for a lay up if I got the chance. It was thanks to my height and wingspan that I had such an easy time playing against him.

The last guy was what seemed to be the leader of the three stooges. He was around an inch or two shorter than me but he was huge. He must play center because it would be easy for him to post up and score inside the paint if he played any type of team basketball. Posting up would be pretty easy for him considering his large body proportions and how tall he was compared to average Japanese teens. Offensively, this is the game I should have the easiest time in because of the speed advantage but it'll be kind of tough defensively. Since he is also getting the ball first, I'm already at a disadvantage.

As the same as the last two games, I offered some space to my opponent in case he shoots it. Unlike the other two, however, he immediately positioned himself in a post-up from just inside the three point arch. It seems as if my assumption of his playstyle was correct. As soon as his body made contact with my chest, I realized that I needed the ball in my possession as quickly as I could if I wanted to win.

I pushed back with all my might but was unsuccessful in stopping him from getting under the rim and putting the ball inside the basket. He gave me this mocking smirk as he walked back behind the line. I didn't give any response and got back into the defensive stance. Before he can get inside the line, I already began my aggressive defense to keep him on the outside range of the court. My efforts were futile as 'big body' decided to intentionally shove me with the force from his left arm. I staggered and fell on my back due to his actions while I watched him slowly dribble to the basket and score a layup.

I heard shouts of 'foul' from the observers and noticed that many from the audience eyed stinky breath with looks of disdain. I agree with the normies. Even I didn't expect him to play dirty despite being a bastard. Now it's time to play seriously. I stood up from the ground while trying to get rid of any dust that my sweats might've accumulated. I didn't retaliate in any way against the foul he committed. Damn it's getting hot! My body was becoming sticky due to my sweat and I had to shower as fast as possible. I am gonna end this game as soon as I can. But in order to do that, I sadly have to let him score once more.

I went back to playing defense and gave him some space like the first time. He again went to post up but I didn't push back and gave him a bit more space. He took the chance and turned around for a short fadeaway jump shot. It went in after hitting the backboard. Welp, that was the last time he was scoring. He was feeling really giddy after scoring three points, two of which were basically freebies.

Just like the last possession, I let him have a bit of space and he yet again posted up. What's up with this guy and his repetitive moves? Does he not have anything else in his arsenal? Well, it's time to show him who owns the court. As soon as he turned around to take another fadeaway, I smacked the ball off of his hands before he could get it up to shoot. I then jogged over to take possession of the ball and he was giving me plenty of space. It's probably because he was feeling a little too good right now. It won't be for long though, however.

I took a couple of dribbles inside the outer line and took a shot from the left elbow of the paint. The ball smoothly went through the net. Stanky breath still seemed pretty nonchalant. It won't take much longer for me to change that. In the next possession, I hesitated to the right and then quickly crossed over to the left. Since he was very slow, I bolted towards the rim and finished with my left hand. When I got the ball again, I noticed that he was giving me space but not enough where I could take an easy mid range shot. So I took a deep breath and let it fly from behind the line. However I was already after the ball as soon as it left my hands. It was the right call since it hit the middle of the rim and missed its target. I used my speed to my advantage against my foe and tipped the ball back inside the basket for a score.

Now that we are tied up, I see the big guy with a frown on his face. Now he looks to be aware of the fact that I intended to put this game away for good. For the first time in the game, he was putting in effort defensively. As he tried to strip the ball away from my left hand, I brought around my back to the right and drove in for an easy floater with my right hand. When I got the ball again, I surprised him by going into a post-up position. I tried to back him down while dribbling the ball with my right hand but it didn't really do much. Using my left foot as a pivot, I did a hesitation move before turning my body around for a fadeaway. I faked the shot instead and he fell for it. As soon as he jumped up and cleared up the space in front of me, I kept my pivot foot in its position while leaning towards the basket using my right foot and made a shot with only one hand. The backboard sometimes does come in handy.

I could see my opponent sweating now. Not only because of the game. Despite not being the greatest shooter, I intended to make this the last possession of the game. So I needed to make a 3 point shot for that since I already had 5 points and needed two more to score. I dribbled the ball between my legs for a bit while still being outside of the line. Then I suddenly attacked my foe's left side with an unexpected burst of speed. He tried to keep up but I quickly crossed the ball over from the left to the right under both of my legs. I realized that I was inside the arch and changed that by taking a hard dribble with my right hand and stepping back. I also noticed that the crowd around us was cheering and getting hyped up. It's probably due to the fact that my action caused stinky breath to flail his arms around to keep his balance while staggering back but eventually failing as he was forced to sit down on his ass. I took a deep breath again and bent my knees properly before elevating and releasing the ball with a flick off of my wrist. The backboard came in handy again as my shot hit it and went inside the basket. Thank goodness I made that one. Even though it was a bank shot, it was still better than nothing.

I guess the whole fiasco brought immense embarrassment to the three wannabe delinquents. The small crowd around me began clapping at my performance. The three teens immediately left the court while also leaving their own brand new and unopened water bottles and basketball here. They didn't give me the money that they were supposed to but it was all good. I got a good workout and needed to go home as fast as I could. Komachi must be very worried right now.

The kid from earlier grabbed his own ball and came to me while beaming. Ah! So shiny! Cut that off will ya? You're gonna make me blind you bug!

"You're so cool Onii-Chan!" he literally had stars in his eyes as he got right in front of me. Wait, what did he call me?

"Onii-chan?" he rapidly nodded at my question. Oye, there's only one person who can call me that!

"T-Thank you for doing this even though you weren't obligated to do so," the older sister of the kid thanked me.

"Thanks, Onii-Chan!" The chibi version of the older girl also beamed at me. Not again! Actually, you know what? I'll allow it for her but it's a huge no-no for the bug.

"A-Ah, it's all good. No worries. Look, um, I need to go home right now. U-Uh… take care I guess," I grabbed the grocery bag and my phone from them while also picking up one of the new water bottles the other kids left.

"Wait! Uhh, what's your name?" The girl around my age asked me and I gave a quick response of 'Hikigaya' before rushing out of the court. As I was leaving, I again caught a familiar pair of emerald eyes piercing my soul with its intense gaze. It was the foreign guy with the black cap. What was up with him? I shuddered and quickened my pace towards home and didn't look back once. I took out my phone and paled at the three missed calls and over 10 unread messages from my cute little sister. Oh noooooooo!

Ah. Only if I knew how much this reckless decision of mine to put those three clowns in their places would heavily change the upcoming school year for me, I might have had some more control over my actions.

Author's Notes:

I hope it wasn't too bad and was able to keep Hachiman in character. Now he might be slightly OOC in future chapters depending on the plot and development. And two of the main crossover characters did appear in this chapter. Feel free to take a guess!

Now regarding Yukino and Yui. I'll be honest. I'm not a huge fan of either of them. I actually dealt with a person that has many similarities to Yukino's personality during a group project at school a couple of years ago. And let me tell you, it was a DISASTER. Maybe I am being unfair but I'll just say it right now. These two won't really have much screentime (?) compared to the other characters that I'm willing to develop. It may change in the future though depending on the plot. If that upsets you, I'd like to apologize for the inconvenience beforehand.

Just FYI, this story won't have any 'supernatural' skills like in Kuroko no Basuke. I'm trying to write a realistic player here who has weaknesses in their game. From the fics I read so far that involved basketball, most of them tend to make the MC overpowered and being able to do everything. I'm trying to stay away from that.

I don't have an update schedule so I can't really give you guys anything for that. But I will say that the second chapter will most likely be appearing sooner rather than later.

That's all. Catch ya later!