Infinite Loner

Foreword- Uh, hello there *nervously waves* you may be wondering why in 2021 this exists, a crossover between IS and Oregairu, and I'd be glad to explain. I'm Mayflower Productions and if you couldn't tell, I'm kind of a novice writer. I've been stalking the site for a while now, reading, liking, and favoriting along, and I never thought that I would end up as an author, but apparently, anything is possible. The tale you're about to read was just the logical conclusion of spending too much time reading Oregairu fanfictions, especially other crossovers starring the famous fish-eyed loner, and yes before you ask, I've read a lot of them, and are probably in the middle of one as this is released and my favorite is... Woah now's not the time to ramble, where was I... oh yes, the circumstances behind bringing these two worlds together; it was nothing more than a fascination of the giant mechs combined with a little voice whispering, "What if, Hikigaya attended IS Academy and was entwined in the lives of Orimura Ichika and his (not) Harem? Wouldn't it be interesting?" The voice kept bothering me day after day, week after week until I decided to finally take the plunge and get to work on this story. Many months later and here we are right before its grand premiere... Wait, don't skip to the end yet, I'd like to issue a bit of a small warning; Infinite Loner is in no way a finished product and is my first published piece, so there may be occasional typos, OOC moments for the cast, inconsistent updates, etc., so at least give it a little leeway before immediately writing it off as unreadable garbage and writing overly hateful comments. Every masterpiece has to start from square one, and I'll try to get better at this over time... Well, I have nothing left to say, so... Welcome to Infinite Loner, and I hope you enjoy the ride.

*P.S. If Infinite Loner sounds a lot like some other titles on the site, it's not plagiarism, just a friendly homage.*

Infinite Loner- POV shift, line break "Ever heard of IS Academy?"- Dialogue

Disclaimer: I do not own Infinite Stratos, Oregairu, or any other intellectual properties that may appear in this story. Please don't sue me.

Prologue: A Fish Out Of Water

Ah, "to work is to lose," one of my favorite adages. Why bother doing a job if it's only going to be a waste of time. Especially in modern Japan, rife with corporate slavery and mandatory overtime, does this motto holds true. No wonder our birth rate has declined for the last few years: it's because no one is capable of saying no and just allows the endless torrent of work to overwhelm them. Ask me nine times out of ten, and I would wholeheartedly agree with this mentality, but sadly my current situation resides in the dreaded 10%. And not one of my 108 Loner Skills can break me out of this bind.

"Um... Do you care to introduce yourself to the class?" Sometimes I wonder to myself, why me? What god decided that I needed to attend this school and be placed in this undesirable situation. My life so far amounts to a thrilling rollercoaster that refuses to end no matter how many times I pull on the emergency brake, blare my lungs out for help, or even attempt the risky option of leaving the car.

*Stare...~* Yes, I know I'm incredible, being rejected and losing all my friends in the same year, but those glares can even make me nervous. Not everyone is thick-skinned, you know?

*sigh* It looks like I'm alone on this front just as before. However, unlike last time I've learned from my mistakes and won't get hurt.

Well, I guess I'll do things my way... all in pursuit of a quiet life... Preferably alone. "Yes, I am..."

Chapter 1: Middle School was a Mess as Expected Part 1

Two Years Earlier

"I like you. Please go out with me."

"Eh, I don't know, maybe we should just stay friends."

Once I heard those dreadful words fall out of her mouth, it felt like a bullet drove right through my heart and shattered it into thousands of little pieces. How many hours have I waited for those simple text messages? How many times was I fooled by that disarming smile in class? Well, no longer shall I, Hikigaya Hachiman, be played. If lying is an act of kindness, then nice girls are a lie. And now, I can't stand nice girls.

"Hachiman, don't feel so down, maybe Orimoto-san just isn't ready for a relationship." *Groan* It's HIM, with clean dark black hair and bright red eyes with an annoying grin on his face. Many times during my middle school career, I've wondered why he even bothers to associate with me. From the outside looking in, our relationship makes no viable sense. We have completely different personalities, personal philosophies, and favorite genres of anime. If this were a television soap opera, Ichika would be the heart-throb main character while I am just a nameless extra, not even one with a speaking line. Alas, I have grown to tolerate his presence as he apparently enjoys our time together, especially since the departure of our "friend" for China, (His sister, though... just thinking about her gives me chills.) and he doesn't seem bright enough for any ulterior motives.

"Don't worry, man, I'm already over her." I cooly respond to my persistent acquaintance.

"Heh?! It's only been ten minutes since you were rejected?" He gasps at my face with an incredibly overdramatic reaction. Truthfully with my mental declaration, I was done with Orimoto Kaori and her nice girl facade. My recent actions were just the coalescence of years of mixed signals in my feeble attempts at earning respect and popularity with my peers. Those days are over now, but life continues. At this point, with my current social standing and with people like my darling Imouto and this blockhead by my side, my middle school career may ride out quietly, just as I expect... Oh wait, summer recess starts tomorrow, so I can have extra-long sessions with PSP-san. Nice.

Several Days Later

Only three days into the break and my life has been quiet... too quiet. After virtually locking myself in my room after school to binge my concerningly large entertainment backlog, I have received not a single distraction. No, phone calls from the Idiot about any annoying meet-ups. Or surprise sneak attacks from my sister, Komachi. After pausing PSP-san, I decided to get up and check on Komachi.

Once at her room and being a considerate person, I lightly knock and ask,

"Komachi. You in there?" My presence must have alarmed her as there was a cacophony of noise before she opened the door and replied.

"On...Nii-san, what are you doing here." She quietly states while avoiding eye contact.

"Komachi, are you okay? Don't forget that I am always here to lean on, and that should net me a ton of Komachi points." My compassionate yet humorous reply must have worked as her face brightened up as she stares at me.

"Wait, you don't know?" She reluctantly questions me.

"What." I honestly reply.

"Wow, I guess I'll be the bearer of bad news, onii-chan."

"No matter Imouto-san, your big brother can handle any news." I sure hope she isn't implying that Pretty Cure was canceled as something like that would ruin my wonderful day... Ah, who am I kidding, Pretty Cure lies above petty issues like network engagement and mainstream popularity, so it will always stay on the air. Meaning that I have nothing to fear about what my sister is going to say.

"Orimura-san is transferring out of your school, effective immediately. He said something about his sister's work." Wait, why should I be concerned about this. Do I even know Orimura?... no, the Idiot. This can't be happening again, a friend leaving without even a goodbye.

"Okay, Komachi, thanks for the update. See you later." I quickly mumbled out a response and swiftly shuffled myself into my den, locking the door.

Once alone, I slumped onto the bed and sighed," So much for my wonderful day." At least my life can't get any worse, right?

Chapter End

Author's Note- If you've made it here then it must mean that my story wasn't a complete waste of time. I spent way too long talking in the Foreword, so I'll make this quick. Don't forget to like, comment, and smash that subscribe button... Wait, wrong platform. If you're interested in seeing further updates to Infinite Loner please Follow, think I'm not a completely horrible writer, click Favorite, have any constructive criticism, want to call me a fool for making this or send well wishes, leave a review down below and I'll try to respond... I've been Mayflower Productions, thank you for reading Infinite Loner, and I'll catch you on the flipside.