prologue

POV Hikigaya Hachiman

'Looking Back on High School Life'

Class 2F Hachiman Hikigaya

Youth is a lie. It is nothing but evil.

Those of you who rejoice in youth are perpetually deceiving yourselves and those around you. You perceive everything about the reality surrounding you in a positive light. Even life-threatening mistakes will be remembered as single-page proofs of your youth.

I'll give you an example. If such people were to dabble in criminal acts such as shoplifting or mass rioting, it would be called 'youthful indiscretion.' If they were to fail an exam, they would say school is not only a place for studying. Their pursuit of 'youth' excuses even distortions of commonly held beliefs and social norms.

Under their discretion, lies, secrets, crimes and even failure are nothing but the spice of one's youth. And in their corrupt ways, they discover something peculiar about failure. They conclude that while their own failures are generally a part of relishing in youth, others' failures should be shot down as just failures and nothing more.

If failure is seen proof of one's youth, isn't it strange not to consider those who fail to make friends as experiencing the height of their youth? Not that they acknowledge that.

It amounts to nothing. This is simply opportunism. Therefore, it is a sham, full of damnable lies, deception, secrets and fraud.

They are evil.

That is to say, ironic as it is, those who do not glorify their youth are the truly righteous ones.

In conclusion: riajuu, go blow yourselves up.

" What have you written Hikigaya?" Hiratsuka sensei is laminated with a boisterous expression which only can be made by her.

You may ask, what is the reason for her ranting. The fact is I was asked to write an essay about my social life in high school, but I failed to get satisfactory results the first time, which leads to rewriting this essay couple of times. Also, my week has been really really bad which results in the description of youth that man seems uncanny to many as they are riajuu themselves.

That being said, honestly, the essay I wrote is like a compilation of complicated words which closely resembles an armature novelist's roughly written draft.

Hiratsuka sensei is reading my essay now, which brings some laughter from the nearby adults. It's not that mush of trash you see. As they are the same kind of people who once celebrated youth failed to capture the charm of my essay. Maybe it looks like a pile of meaningful words, but the general description of the youth in my essay is a universal truth. It should be added in a well-certified dictionary, maybe not, but you get the point. " Exactly what you are reading"

"Stop with your smart-ass response, It is not how you are supposed to write an essay for your assignment. I asked only a generalised view on a high school student's social life, but you have written a view of a prisoner, who is sentenced to death, view of his social life" she said while picking up an unlit cigarette. Sensei don't forget that you are in the teacher's lounge. She seems to remember that as she keeps the cigarette in its place.

"hm, I am ready to rewrite it sensei, just stop reading it aloud."

"I am tired of making you rewrite this, Hikigaya. Here I am going to take other measures to stop your anti-social behaviour"

It may seem anti-social to some people, but not you sensei, being single despite your age, sorry about mentioning that, you should know first-hand, how the mentality of a loner will work.

After some more lectures about my essay, Sensei brought me to a different building. Despite her words about curing my anti-social disease, she brought me to an empty corridor and her gaze coincide with a room.

"This is the service club," she said

What service club, she will be here.

without considering the person inside there she entered the room without knocking.

Inside the room, an Ice cold beauty blessed us with her presence. She seems to be reading a novel of higher literature. The small gust from outside entered through the window, and made her hair flutter, She graced us with the sparkling deep ocean blue eyes. The wingless angel who presented us with her grace is none other than Yukinoshita Yukino. You may ask how I know about her literature liking despite the literature being covered, that's a story you will soon find out.

The first word comes out of her mouth after seeing us enter is

"Sensei! Knock!"

"Sorry, my bad Yukinoshita", sensei said with a wry smile.

"I somehow feel that there are no feelings behind your apology."

In Shobu high, apart from nine classes, there is one class which is there to nurture talented individuals, who have the prospects to help society in its upliftment. In such class, there is a girl who is prominent in classes, sports and other things which are included and not included in the curriculum.

Generally speaking, humans are weird beings as they cannot be perfect in all some may be overflowing with beauty but lacks the voice, some with perfect inhuman athlete's body but with ugly facials but here exists a being perfect in all aspects, the one and only Yukinoshita Yukino.

"This is Hikigaya. He's looking for joining the club. "prompted sensei while signalling me to introduce myself. Due to certain things it is unnecessary.

"I'm Hikigaya Hachiman-Grade 11, Class F. Um…Hey…What do you mean by join? " Looking to join what?.

"You must partake in this club's activities as a penalty. I won't allow any disagreement, objection, protest, questions or retorts. Reflect on your actions, by helping out with other's problems" Without allowing me any room to protest, she declared her verdict with great resolution." With that being said, you can probably tell by looking, but his heart is considerably corrupt. As a result, he's a pitiable, lonely person." Sensei said that while looking at me.

I am not a lonely person per see, due to something I have a gir~

"I am leaving him to you while hoping that you can rectify his behaviour and help him to view society with normal eyes.", sensei turned to Yukino and said.

"I refuse. With his rotten eyes I terrified that I can't sleep for weeks, he may even ready to commit homicide when left unrevised" Yukino begins to throw her usual verbal bullets.

"Don't worry, Yukinoshita. Since his eyes and heart are both corrupt, he is quite adept at self-preservation and calculating the trade-off between the benefits and risks of doing something. He would never do something that would result in a criminal charge. You can trust his petty thug nature."

"That's how it is, I think it would be a good idea if you beat and kick discipline into him."Yukino replied grudgingly.

…What a scary woman. Are you planning to do the same?

"Due to school's policy and some of temporary ailment I can't do that, so I leave him in your care."

"Ok sensei, as that's being it's my duty to reform vermin like him. So, I am fully take responsibility for his reformation."

"Somehow it feels like a confession to me , haha." again what's with her boisterous laughter.

"That's it take care kids, especially you, Hikigaya, if you not behave yourself then your are going to see some of my powerful moves" somehow her words are really scary.

Hiratsuka sensei left the room just like that.

Then I turned to Yukino and said," You don't have to behave like not knowing me"

"You did something akin to that when you introduce yourself. I presume that it's one of the defence mechanisms of you rotten brain"

"Oi, you should know about the functioning capability of my brain and what's with taking responsibility in my reformation."

After saying that, I searched for something to sit on, while turning my back against her. Then suddenly two hands clasped my uniform shirt and a warm something, a head, I presume, placed itself on my back.

"You promised to give me your life and I have taken all of it to myself, so it is mine now to do as I please.", it may be my imagination but I think hot breath tickling my back despite my shirt.

It also bring back my most unforgettable memory of my or our life

" I don't have enough money to compensate for messing up your life, but yeah, I'll give you everything. If you don't need it, throw it away. If it's too annoying, forget it. I'm doing this because I want to, so you don't have to answer either. ."

Yukino snorted and lowered her head

"Let me say it."

She then put her forehead on my shoulder.

"Please give me you distorted life."

Remembering that incident alone fills me with ecstasy, despite feeling like that, I still remember the embarrassment I felt, even screaming for multiple hours in shower and between pillows done less to reduce that, and also, Komachi found out about us after smelling my coat briefly and the long midnight Black hair sticking in the button of my button further proved her theory.

That day I found out another universal truth, smug face Komachi is really uncute.

After this you may arrive at the conclusion, which is correct.

The fact is I, Hikigaya Hachiman and Yukinoshita Yukino are partners.

The beginning after the end.

A/N

Man this is my first fanfic,

Here Hachiman and Yukino are already started their relationship. They already met each other in their first year, many things happened between them which strengthened their bonds. As for the things I am going to explore as flashbacks or a separate story.

Don't flame me too much, spotting mistakes is appreciated.

Please leave comments for my improvement.

I may not follow the cannon event, except some important one.

Oregairu does not belongs to me. This is a non-profitable project which only increase the popularity of real work.