My Response to Complaints:

Harems – I specifically placed harem in the summary for the notice of people who dislike them. I do not understand why you would still click on this story and leave a review telling me you do not like harems. I despise incest. I would not then leave a review expressing my displeasure on the fact if it has been stated to contain some in the summary. Unrealistic? Good, I do not write fictional stories for it to religiously mirror reality.

OOC/Wish Fulfilment MC – First of all, I am not Wataru Watari. No matter how faithfully I attempt to follow his characters personalities, it will technically always be out of character. Because I am not him. The slogan of this site is 'unleash your imagination'. Obviously since I am writing a fictional story it will go according to my wishes and imagination. Why? Because it's fun. This story is literally titled 'Apathetic Super Soldier' that should have told you from the start Hachiman was clearly going to be 'out of character'. That would be extremely stupid if I made him a super soldier and you expected his character to remain exactly the same.

I realise now people are really passionate about their characters. Nevertheless, I truly appreciate the reviews. Thank you.

Apathetic Super Soldier

Chapter 2: Two Girls, One Shark


[Disclaimer: These are works of purely speculative fanfiction. It is not intended to infringe on any rights by any of the companies and/or individuals involved in the production of any series mentioned here]


(School)

It spoke volumes of his relationship with Hiratsuka-sensei that he of all people was obediently before this clubroom door the very next day. If it was any other teacher, you best believe he wouldn't have even thought to turn up. He slid the door open to the expected chilly presence of Yukino in the very same position she was yesterday. Seated in a chair. Reading a book. In this deserted room. This chick was definitely a loner. He pondered if she was expecting his arrival as there was an unoccupied chair not far from hers. Hachiman shrugged losing interest, he wordlessly came in and sat down in the chair, placing his bag on the floor beside him.

"Hello."

Off guard, he raised an eyebrow at her being the first to broach a conversation. Was she having a change of heart and finally learnt to be polite? No! Maybe a European exorcist came by in the dark of the night to cast out and rid the demon possessing her frigid soul?

"I didn't think you'd come back." Her face and tone remained blank as she turned a page in her book. "Are you a masochist?"

Hachiman frowned in despair, the exorcism had failed. "No."

"A stalker, then?"

He shot her an incredulous look from the corner of his eyes. "To stalk who? You? Did you completely forget our interaction yesterday?"

She pointed her impassive blue eyes to him. From the way his perceptive vision caught the edges around her eyes tighten she clearly hadn't. "Yet, you brought yourself before me again?" Her tone was inked in doubt.

"A bit overconfident to assume I have an attraction to you, despite our less than amicable first interaction." Hachiman drew her rapt attention when he rotated in his chair to face her, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. His serious visage grew genuinely curious. "Hey, do you seriously not have any friends?"

"Well..." The black-haired girl turned from him and shut her blue eyes in that royal style again. "Let's start with defining what a 'friend' exactly is-"

'Oh, heavens no, it's that bad!'

"Save it!" A content Hachiman raised a palm as he returned to his normal position, his eyes shut already uninterested with her piteous lack of friends. "Only someone with clearly no friends would say something like that, sheesh."

But still. "You seem to be the type of person people like, so why do you not have any friend?"

She met his firm gaze with her impassive own silently, before she looked towards the window with her eyes shut. "You wouldn't understand." Holding her book, she rose from her chair and stared blankly at her desk that housed her school bag and other reading material. "I've always been cute."

Hachiman released an astonished snort as quietly as he could, did she ever get the idea that people didn't like her blatant high opinion of herself and belittling, aloof aura she exuded. Girls must've hated her because she refused to hide her talent or beauty.

She walked over to her desk and rested a finger on the book that had the figure of a cat on the front. "So, pretty much all the guys who approached me over the years had feelings for me."

"And this caused the rest of the girls to grow jealous and alienate you?"

Over her shoulder opposite the window, Yukino eyed him for a moment in an undecipherable emotion. "It might have been nice if I really was liked by anyone and everyone."

Hachiman titled his head again at the girl turning to him. "What do you mean?"

"When I was in elementary school, people hid my indoor shoes about sixty times." She stepped to her seat and lowered herself with a grace that would have a princess envious. Her blue eyes hidden. "Fifty of those times were by girls, because of that I had to take my indoor shoes and recorder home." To Hachiman's surprise, he witnessed her eyes appear sincerely hurt and saddened as she stared down to the side.

"You had it pretty tough." Obviously, he meant at a first world problem level.

Hachiman gave her a sceptical look when she suddenly smiled sardonically. "Indeed, it was." She tiled her cute face and shot him a vulpine stare, that had the intention to let him know she wasn't easily cowered. "I am cute, after all."

Her demeanour lost its playful air as she mutely focused ahead. "So, I understand why they did what they did. No one's perfect."

Outside the afternoon sky of Chiba was decorated by disfigured and random shapes of white clouds crawling at a snail's pace in a field of endless blue. Lost in her speech the only sounds that generated from the clubroom were the refined, soft, impassive voice of Yukino as Hachiman observed her.

"The human race is weak, ugly, jealous, and hate those with more than them. Strangely enough, it's the talented that have it rough." Her blues grew heated. "It doesn't make any sense, does it?" He raised an eyebrow at her increasingly heated words. She snapped her ambitious vision to the limitless sky outside. "That's why I'm going to change it. And everyone in it."

Silence followed her ballsy statement and lofty goal.

His deep laughter bounced off the walls. Yukino clenched her teeth as her features twisted into a hateful glare that would make a sinister witch proud and fired it straight at his chuckling form. "You can barely change this school, let alone Chiba, let alone Japan, let alone this continent, yet you think you can change the whole world, greater men than you have tried and died to attain such desires."

'Greater men?!" Incredibly offended, Yukino in a completely out of character display soared from her chair taking hostile steps towards him. "You think I can't change the world because I'm a woman?! As well as a creep you're also a sexist!"

"No." Hachiman opened a lone lazy eye at her heated form standing before him readying to pop off at the mouth. "Because you're a naïve little girl with delusions of an idealistic utopia."

Yukino breathed a frustrated breath, giving him a disgusted look. "You're insufferable, you know that? It is because of cynical people like you that the world remains in the state it is today." She was pleased to note she made a dent in his aloof expression as his aggravated eyes sharpened on her standing form.

"Yeah it has nothing to do with the diabolic powers that be creating a capitalistic society whilst the ignorant, money starved masses continuously work the machine of this systematically controlled economy, meanwhile the global elites fight amongst themselves over limited resources around the globe, using the very men and women of the people as soldiers as nothing but tools to further their global agenda. It's all because of the common cynical man, right?!"

Hachiman grunted in anger watching as the girl's expression seemed overwhelmed and surprised at his slew of furtive actualities in response, she clenched her fists, before her disenchanted blue eyes appraised him in a wary light, promising herself not to underestimate him. "T-that may be true, but it's better than apathy and being dead inside like you. I hate how you affirm people's weaknesses."

Yukino eyed him suspiciously and grew tense when he silently rose from his seat and ambled towards her, stubbornly she never faltered and met his ice gaze and even took a challenging step forward that had his eyebrows furrow at her audacity. "My methods have proven to work consistently, how could you hate that?"

Her passionate eyes never wavered from his. "It's not about that, it's about the sacrifices you leave behind along the way."

Hachiman's darkening visage astounded her as he gave an austere smirk that concerned the blue-eyed girl. "Simply collateral. Sometimes sacrifices are necessary for the greater good," he whispered lowly.

"I promise you," Yukino's voice lowered to join his as she watched him reproachfully. "I will force you to change your acrimonious mentality."

Hachiman's expression flipped to a detached, quizzical one. He returned to his chair as he took a soundless step back from the dark-haired girl that eyeballed him curiously at his abrupt and uncharacteristic loss of words. In the short time she'd known him, he had always seemed so confident, so self-assured in his being and always knew what to say. To see him like this kind of unnerved her.

His weird response or lack of thereof still at the back of her mind, she quietly returned to her seat. She thought back to her previous outburst amid their heated discussion, it had been sometime since she ever raised her voice to such a level and expressed herself so vehemently. Is this what happened to Hiratsuka-sensei? There was just something about his pivotal words that made her emotions unmanageable, they impacted her in a manner she wasn't familiar with.

A knock on the door broke the spell of unease in the room and drew both Yukino and Hachiman's attention. "Come in," Yukino tonelessly answered.

"Excuse me."

Hachiman observed the peach-haired girl who slid the door open and entered the room shyly, he easily recognised her from his class as the bright, cheery girl. A nice girl. What the hell was she doing here?!

She faced the duo after shutting the door, her hand resting demurely on her chest. "I, like, came here because Hiratsuka-sensei told me to."

Hachiman almost wanted to cry, this, this was ludicrous, why was he cursed with such misfortune. The girl's wandering eyes drifted on him and remained there for a strangled moment of silence. Abruptly, she jumped back dramatically with her hands raised as her mind caught up to her widened eyes.

"Wh-what's Hikki doing here?!"

'Hikki? Why does she have a nickname for someone she's never spoken to?' Hachiman responded with a flat stare. "That was my question for you. But, if you must know, I'm a prisoner- I mean member here."

Yukino placed another chair on the floor next to her own. "Yuigahama Yui from Class 2-F, right? Have a seat."

The newly named Yui smiled, her eyes lit up in delight at Yukino. She sat in the offered chair, giving an excited expression to the coolheaded girl. "Oh. So, you, like, know about me?"

Yui's focus went to the male in the room when Hachiman's deep voice interjected with a snarky remark. "Maybe she's memorised everyone in this school."

"No," Yukino responded airily, smiling in her sly way. Deep down pleased at Hachiman's usual behaviour returning. "I had no idea who you were."

"That so? You never read the lone name above yours on the grade results?"

Yukino's eye twitched at the reminder. "That was a fluke that will not happen again this semester."

"Face it." Hachiman chuckled cockily. "I'm a genius, a mountain you can never overcome."

She rose a casual hand and flicked her dark tresses haughtily. "Your unattractive arrogance will inevitably lead you to your downfall. No man is perfect."

"But, I damn sure come close."

"Close to perfection? Dear, I'm afraid your mind is suffering from the effects called lunacy, derangement, misapprehension. Perhaps I should contact a mental asylum for you?"

"How many souls of innocent children have you stolen to retain your youth, witch?"

"None, I'm naturally beautiful, thank you. How does it feel to have no soul?"

"Of course, a soul stealer would have knowledge on who has a soul. Do you keep your wand in your school bag or locker?"

"If I really did possess a wand, I would cast a curse upon you to do my bidding as my loyal slave."

"I'm starting to wonder if I'm safe around you."

"Hmm, I had that very same thought from the moment I laid sight on you, Hikigaya-kun."

"This club." The forgotten Yui watched the entire back and forth in complete energetic amazement. "Seems totally cool!"

Hachiman and Yukino's joint faces morphed into a deadpan at her positive reaction to their frenzied, verbal conflict.

Yui's directed her spirited eyes at Hachiman. "By the way, Hikki, you're, like, totally running your mouth."

He fired her an unimpressed look. "Oi!"

Yui panicked and shook her hands apologetically. "Uh, y'know, like…" She played with her bangs nervously as a curious Yukino listened. "You act totally different in class. And it's, like, kind of scary, how mean you are. It's, like, sort of disgusting to me."

Hachiman peeved at the insult, grunted as he turned away from her. "Fucking slut."

"What?!" Yui surprised Hachiman and Yukino at her tough response, flying from her seat with her fists clenched, her chair skidding back. "Who're calling a slut, I'm still a vir-"

Her tough girl act was short-lived as her face blushed in embarrassment at what she realised she was about to reveal. She covered her mouth and waved a frantic hand about. "Wait, forget that!"

Yukino the complete opposite in demeanour, sat behind her calmly with her eyes closed and a hand before her mouth. "It's not that big of a deal at this age, is it? It's okay to be a vir-"

"Ahhhh!" Yui screamed in an attempt to ban that word from reaching her ears. She twirled around to face Yukino waving her arms wildly. "What're you talking about?! This is, like, my second year, y'know, it's totally embarrassing! Shouldn't my girl power be super hardcore."

Yukino shut her eyes like a disappointed mother. "What worthless values," she admonished blandly.

The girls' attention was transferred to Hachiman's amused voice. "I seriously hope you don't consider 'girl power' sleeping with men as easily as they do other women. Because it reeks of slut."

"You did it again!" Yui squeezed her fists and snapped at him. "I can't believe you can go around calling people sluts! You're a total creep, Hikki."

Hachiman folded his arms behind his head and shut his eyes lazily. "Creep? I'm not the one that is giving nicknames to people I've never spoken to. That makes you a slut and a creep."

Yui blushed red like a strawberry at the mention of the nickname and being called a slut. "Damn, you're annoying, you're so mean! Like, I can't believe this is happening!"

/~/

"What? Cupcakes?"

In the spotless unoccupied Home Economics Room, Hachiman stared at the shorter girls stood before him, their school uniform protected by yellow aprons. His question was aimed at the taller of the two.

Yukino held a silver bowel with utensils inside as she royally closed her eyes. "She wants someone to eat her handmade cupcakes, apparently." She turned her impassive eyes to Yui standing beside her with her hands clasped behind her back, the peach-haired girl avoided her gaze with a shy pout. "Since she doesn't have much confidence in her skills, she'd like us to give her a hand. That is her request."

Hachiman as prideful as he was, would admit he wasn't the greatest cook. Oh, he could whip up something basic like a bacon and egg sandwich, but something complex like katsudon or oyakodon, forget about it. His sister on the other hand was an extraordinary cook, it's probably why everyone in the family adored her. He feared the day when she realised the power her culinary skills had over him. He was getting hungry just thinking about it.

Hachiman observed Yukino raise a hand to her mouth and go over every detail, her serious eyes analysed every ingredient and item accounted for at a meticulous level. He was actually growing to respect her level of commitment. He turned his attention to Yui who stood quietly by, looking rather despondent.

"Why didn't you just ask your friends to help?"

"Well, that's…" Yui stared at the floor and fidgeted with her fingers as a hint of sweat built at her head. "Y'know, I don't want people to find out. 'Sides, my friends are, like, not down with serious business."

He rubbed the back of his head lazily, not caring about her shitty friends in the least. "That's too bad."

Yui bounded forward eagerly. "Yeah. And I heard from Hiratsuka-sensei that you guys grant people's wishes, right?"

Disliking and finicky over the wording, Yukino rotated to face Yui with her arms crossed as Hachiman's eye followed. "Wrong. The Volunteer Club will only assist. We do not bring water to the horse." Hachiman glimpsed her habit of shutting her eyes royally again with her arms folded. "Rather the horse to the water."

Yui seemed impressed in her childlike ways. "That's sounds pretty cool."

"Come here." Yukino stepped towards the shorter girl impassively and began to fix her unclasped apron. "Can't you even put an apron by yourself?"

"Sorry about that, thanks."

"Yo, should I sit this one out, seems like you got this covered?"

Both girls turned as one to regard him. Yukino blinked. "You need only taste them and give your thoughts."

"As you wish." Hachiman smirked as he took a step back to lean against the counter, he retrieved his casual phone from his pocket, an iPhone X and began to amuse himself with games as the girls got to work.

Thirty minutes later an exasperated Yukino pressed her fingers to her head at the disgraceful charcoal cupcakes on the plate. "How can you possibly make that many mistakes at once?" His face disgusted, Hachiman picked one charcoal cupcake up and the smell immediately reminded him of the exploding laboratory, yep, she fucked up.

Yukino eyed him helplessly when he spoke. "These cupcakes would be great, if you were planning to poison your friends-wait?!" Much to Yukino's amusement, Hachiman shot a mortified Yui a nervous glance. "You're not really trying to poison your friends, are you?"

"What?! No!" Yui looked scandalised at the mere suggestion she would attempt such a thing. She hastily snatched a charcoal cupcake to certify her innocence. "These things can't possibly be poisonous." The longer she stared at the charred charcoal the more doubtful she grew. "Okay, so maybe they are poisonous."

Yukino held a strand of her tresses between two fingers, sending a concerned glance at Hachiman. "Any chance of her dropping dead?"

Hachiman copied her expression, rubbing his chin. "No, nothing so fatal. A high chance of food poisoning at best."

Moments after, Yukino placed a bowl on the counter with Yui standing beside her. "Anyway, let's think how we can do this better."

From behind them Hachiman drew their gazes when he raised his hand from the stool he sat upon. "Maybe this time Yui uses the timer on the oven so she doesn't burn it."

"Or maybe cooking just isn't for me." Yui seemed reluctant to try again, her shoulders hunched and her gaze met the floor. "Y'know, 'talent' or whatever? I, like, don't got it."

"The only way we can solve things is through hard work." Yui turned her head to Yukino who had already started to beat the butter in the bowl. "Yuigahama-san, you just said you didn't have talent, didn't you?

"H-huh?" Yui blinked in astonishment. "Yeah…"

"Fix that mentality of yours." Yukino began to add the necessary ingredients to join the butter she had smoothed out prior and started whisking the mixture deftly. "Those who do not even try, do not have the right to envy those with talent." She reached up with her wrist to wipe an unruly hair ailing her vision. "Those who fail do so because they cannot imagine the kind of effort put in by those who succeed."

Her words broke his concentration as he looked up from his iPhone, Hachiman agreed with her, unbeknownst to him his eyes shined in admiration and begrudging respect at the girl cooking diligently in front of him.

Yui still stammered uncertain. "B-but, y'know, everybody says that they don't want to cook these days." She twirled an index finger at her bangs, as she gazed aside unsure. "I'm just not cut out for this stuff."

Hachiman and Yui's stunned eyes snapped to Yukino at the loud clang as she suddenly dropped the whisker in the bowl. With furrowed eyebrows, Yukino twisted her annoyed impassive eyes to face Yui. "Could you please stop trying so desperately to fit in?" Taking her vision off Yui she closed hers in a way that made Yui feel ashamed. "I don't like it at all, doesn't it embarrass you to blame your own clumsiness and stupidity on others?"

Yukino satisfied with her said piece, began to whisk again, although at a more sedated pace as she felt the colder aura that permeated the room from her harsh criticism.

Hachiman in the background allowed the girls to communicate and work amongst themselves, he watched Yui's hair shadow her face and clench a fist at her side after Yukino's strong words. It was weird that as he observed Yukino interact with other people, he realised she resembled himself at times. He could picture himself chastising Yui for the very same thing.

"So… so cool." Yukino and Hachiman for a second time today both turned as one with gobsmacked expressions on their face. The peach-haired girl's constant unorthodox reactions took the two intelligent pupils completely awry. Yui's eyes filled with admiration stared at an uncomfortable Yukino as she raised an impassioned hand to her chest. "You don't sugar coat things at all. That is, like, so totally cool!"

Yukino scrambled back several steps from the peach-haired girl, her visage growing nervous as drops of sweat coated the side of her head. "Did you even listen to what I said? I believe I was quite harsh."

"You did say some pretty horrible things." Yukino found a hint of relief that she at least had some level of comprehension. "It felt to me like it came from the heart." An ashamed look overcame her as her eyes drifted down. "I could tell because I'm always trying to fit in with everyone." To Yukino and a Hachiman who now stood behind her, they were equally as surprised at the sudden spirit of determination possessing the girl. "Sorry, I'll do my best this time!"

"Teach her how to do it right."

Yukino's blue eyes widened in shock and her shoulders jolted in fright, she turned to face the unexpected deep voice of Hachiman right behind her. She gave a nervous gulp at his firm, yet encouraging gaze solely on her, she seemed to grow aware of the importance of her role here and the faith they'd put in her.

She released a breath of acceptance. "Alright. I'll show you how it is done, so try following along."

Yui was predictably ecstatic, her eyes shining. "Yeah!"

Another half an hour later, arms folded and kneeling Yukino had her head pressed into the counter in depression. "I wonder what I should do to get through to her." Beside her own arm was her own plate of well-made cupcakes.

Yui pouted as she kneeled and gripped the counter edge staring at her own batch of… um… passionate? Yeah, passionately, made cupcakes that were a few shades away from burnt. "They're totally different."

Hachiman stood behind them as he casually helped himself to one of Yukino's cupcakes, finding the taste to be decently pleasant. Man, he could get used to the idea of this, whilst he frolicked and lazed about, he had sexy women in his lavish villa cook him meals fit for a king, now that's an aspirational goal most men could unanimously agree on. "Why are you two even trying so hard to make the cupcakes taste good?"

The two moping girls kneeling before him turned their confused eyes to him.

"Huh?" Yui face contorted to a look of bafflement.

Yukino appraised the tall boy blankly. "What are you trying to say?"

"Go take a bathroom break and come back in ten minutes." Hachiman smirked in a way that made the girls curious. "I'll have a try at making cupcakes, damn I sound soft."

After fifteen minutes passed the girls' returned where in front of them lay a tray of Hachiman's cupcakes. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, with a smug expression that Yukino was growing used to seeing. Both girls reached and tentatively tasted the efforts of his bakery cooking.

As he foresaw Yukino frowned with her eyes shut. "If I am honest I expected you to burn the entire school down, after tasting your cupcakes, I still cannot decide which I'd rather want to have happen."

Yui whined with a cheek puffed. "These aren't that tasty."

"Really?" An unfazed Hachiman immediately reached for the tray to dispose of them. "I'll just throw them away then."

"W-wait." The peached-haired girl panicked. "You don't have to throw them away!" She grabbed another off the tray and instantly ate it, her face was taken aback when they were actually fairly tolerable. "They're not actually that bad."

Hachiman smirked as he turned around to face them, the tray of cupcakes easily balancing off his fingers. "These are the cupcakes you baked, though."

Yui leaned back in confusion. "Huh?"

Yukino shared the bubbly girl's bewilderment from behind her. "What's this all about?"

"Listen up." Their attention remained on the tall boy placing the tray down as he slipped his hands in his pockets, giving them his steady gaze. "Most men are simple creatures, they're not too caught up in the insinuations and subtle implications. They get all hot and bothered from just a girl simply talking to them. Just getting handmade cupcakes will send them soaring to the moon. It doesn't matter if they're disgusting."

"Disgusting?" Yui's appearance was incensed as she pitched a ladle at his head, she blinked in shock when his hand deftly snatched it out the air, his face unchanging.

He placed the ladle on the counter as he yawned. "As long as they know you tried your best, they'll be moved."

A pondering Yukino stared off to the side with an arm folded and a hand resting under her chin. "Is that how it works?" she muttered wistfully.

Yui stared up at him in interest. "Would it move you, Hikki?" she asked shyly.

"Me?" Hachiman blinked before he smirked with his eyes closed. "Nah, not really. It depends on the girl."

Yui smiled unsurely, facing the floor at his imprecise answer.

"So." The peach-haired girl rotated around to an impassive Yukino. "What are you going to do, Yuigahama-san?"

She hummed in reply, smiling at her batch of cupcakes on the counter. "I'll try and do things my own way." She beamed a smile at Yukino with an expression of gratitude, her cheerful eyes sincere. "Thanks, Yukinoshita!"

/~/

(School)

Kawasaki Saki was irritated. Everyone else found free period one of the best parts of the school day, it gave the boys free reign to play sports, banter and roughhouse each other. The girls obviously chattered and gossiped, which only served to just piss her off. Did these girls honestly not think about anything else other than the latest fashion, whose dating who and boys. They were just immature brats to her that were lost in the bliss of youth. She refused to communicate with such shallow girls.

She fiercely glared her purple eyes at a passing boy in the busy hallway that ogled her smooth legs for a moment too long, he gulped fearfully and stumbled past her. With her bag flung over her shoulder, she threw open the door to the moderately populated staffroom, mostly teachers and a few students. She entered her sanctuary the counselling room donning her usual detached expression. Occupying the room was the serene Hiratsuka-sensei seated on the plush leather chair, her legs crossed as she marked papers.

She smiled pleasantly when she noticed Saki's aloof presence, the girl wore a short-sleeved white shirt that had two buttons undone revealing a hint of cleavage from her well-endowed chest. She donned the plaid school skirt, that exposed her long, shapely legs and her bluish hair was held in a ponytail by a pink scrunchy that prevented her flowing tresses from reaching her knees. She decorated her wrist with a purple scrunchy.

"Annoyed again, Saki?"

She grunted as she sat herself next to the woman who provided her with solace from the typical high school hysteria. "Yeah, I can only handle so much stupidity."

Hiratsuka-sensei chuckled, flipping another page on her clipboard. "Cut them some slack, not everyone matures at the same rate."

Saki gave her a doubtful look. "For their sake I hope you're right."

Hiratsuka-sensei patted her shoulder tenderly without taking her silver eyes off her clipboard. "Don't worry about them. As long as you're fine, that's all that matters."

Her teacher's narrow concern for her schoolmates took her amiss, her maintained eyebrows jumped to her forehead for an instant of surprise, her lips then melted into a mischievous smirk. "But aren't you supposed to treat every student equally, isn't that biased?"

She watched as Hiratsuka-sensei blinked and paused her pen on the current paper she was marking, then she turned her crafty gaze directly to her with a similarly mischievous grin. "Want to know a secret?"

Growing curious Saki leaned forward as her teacher beckoned her closer, her inviting scent of perfume wafting at her nose. "Just between you and I, I like to play favourites." Her face transformed to a strawberry as she grew flustered at her soft whisper. The woman's delicate chuckling didn't help stop her embarrassment.

Her doubtful purple orbs peered at the woman who casually resumed marking papers. "You're kidding, right?"

"Saki, why do you think you're allowed in this room with me every free period?"

"Yeah, but I've seen other kids sometimes come in here too."

"Not for leisure use, you haven't. What about your blatant disregard for the school dress code?"

Saki frowned awkwardly, staring at the misfit assemble of clothes she wore as uniform. She grumpily rested her chin on her palm, glowering at her. "Okay, okay, you got me!"

Hiratsuka-sensei smiled graciously at her paper, but her tone of smugness was not missed by the childishly, brooding Saki. "Great! I'm glad you understand."

"You don't have to gloat about it!"

Saki's mood didn't last as she eventually gave a ghost of a smile. It started some months ago, the budding relationship grew as each day she would find herself continuously and actively seeking out the woman that provided her with some reprieve from the mind grating school populace. It made it worse when rumours permeated around the school of her becoming a teacher's pet, she ignored and paid them no mind like every other rumour about her or other people.

That still didn't stop her shyness when she went out searching for Hiratsuka-sensei, her insecurities made her believe Hiratsuka-sensei was growing annoyed at her constant appearance. It was a wasted and empty fear as the woman treated her in a way that made her wonder if this is what it was like to have an older sibling. She remembered how she felt flowing pride bloom when she stunned her sensei at her level of maturity and their discussions gradually delved beyond the confined topics of school and grew more personal.

Perhaps it was luck. She had only chanced upon stomping and cursing into a worried Hiratsuka-sensei after a particularly nasty spat with that bitch Miura who claimed she was a foulmouthed, tomboy all because she barked at the bland boy Hayato to watch where he was going after he collided into her by mistake. Her thoughts were broken as Hiratsuka-sensei threw her clipboard onto the glass table with a dramatic groan. Her arms stretched up into the air breathlessly, inadvertently causing her generous chest to poke out.

"Finally! That godforsaken paperwork is finished."

A flustered slash annoyed Saki averted her purple eyes. Hiratsuka-sensei's sight turned to her smiling. "You thirsty?"

"I could use a drink."

"Great, let's go together again!"

"Sure."

The typically aloof, headstrong, tough girl timidly took Hiratsuka's hand and allowed the woman to assist her off the leather chair and cheerfully loop her arm into hers, confidently dragging the suddenly demure girl along. Saki had no shield against her charismatic, confident exuberance.

/~/

Ok, he would begrudgingly confess he was getting used to attending this little club after school every day. 16:26. He lazed on the chair backwards, leaning his forearms on the backrest. He entertained himself by playing Zelda: Breath of the Wild on his red joy con Nintendo Switch. This device was amazing for avoiding the contemptuous interest of witches and it was great for passing time too! It was almost like Yukino wasn't in the room as he blissfully slew a trio of Blue Moblin. Awesome!

"Was that really the right thing to do?"

Hachiman's face quickly morphed into a frown when the familiar impassive voice curbed his fun. This bitch. Seated in her usual chair with a closed book in her grasp, her uncertain eyes fixed on him.

"Yuigahama-san's request last week, I mean."

Trying to pour his concentration into the game as he navigated a dungeon, he muttered his response indifferently.

"Hmm, where's this coming from?"

"I believe you should take up any kind of challenge if it's going to help you grow." She turned her view outside the window. "I think it would've helped Yuigahama-san in the long run if she did."

Honestly, he didn't understand why for such a reclusive girl she found it easy to readily express her misgivings to him personally. It goes to show no matter how much you try to isolate yourself, most humans yearn to unload or vent the troubles in their mind to a person they subconsciously felt a connection or reciprocation from.

Without pausing his game, he responded, taking a second when his tongue peeled out his mouth as he narrowly dodged a Blue-Maned Lynel.

"Hard work doesn't betray, though at times it will betray your dreams."

Yukino's mouth opened in confusion, her head whipped to him. "Huh?"

Hachiman paused his game and met her blue eyes intently. "Working hard doesn't necessarily mean you'll achieve your dreams. It's actually more common for it to not bear fruit." His eyes shifted blankly to the pause screen. "But just the fact that you did your best can serve as a sort of consolation."

She faced away from him in disappointment, her eyes strongly disapproving. "That's just a shallow sense of satisfaction. You're so naïve. Disgusting."

Hold up! He wasn't letting this slide, this rich holier-than-thou girl who gets personally chauffeured around in a Rolls Royce Phantom was accusing him of being naïve. He switched his Switch completely off. He stood and glared hotly at the taken aback girl, her grip on her book tightened, a defensive, yet vulnerable emotion appeared in her eye.

"Let me tell you something, you conceited spiteful girl. I don't know if you've ever stepped outside of your comfortable bubble, but the real world isn't all rainbows and sunshine! There're thousands, millions of people that struggle and bust their ass every grieving day to achieve their dreams, but the cold harsh reality is… not everybody makes it! Are you going to call them shallow peons from your palace of imperialism because they failed achieving their dreams despite giving it their hardest? Sometimes you need to just shut the fuck up!" Still heated, his eyes glared and his lips were peeled in a snarl. He growled as he put away his gaming device and roughly sat down in his chair and threw his headphones in to listen to the thrilling compositions of 'Kenji Nakajo – Straight Ahead' from his iPhone.

Against her will Yukino's eyes grew red and watery, she chewed her lip skittishly to prevent it from quivering and visibly struggled to restrain a distressed sob. His dark voice was menacing to her ears, beating her frail emotions to a pulp. Each contemptuous word that spewed from his mouth hurt and shook her body like lacerations from a whip, she felt quailed and she seemed to form a shell in herself in a vain attempt to shrink her existence and shield her form from his oppressive presence.

From the corner of his eyes he saw her whole break down and god dammit, he was beginning to feel remorse, don't get it twisted, he didn't regret what he said, she needed to hear those words. Sometimes the things that hurt, will be the things that work. This girl for as much as she believed she was emotionally tough and he would agree - incredibly intelligent, she was still an innocent girl with delicate feelings. If the school found out he brought the prestigious Ice Queen to the brink of tears, he'd be public enemy number one.

Nah, he had to make this right. He was mean, but he wasn't heartless.

If he were a lesser man, he would've felt terrible at her stiffening at his approach. Yukino's glistening eyes hesitantly rose to his as he stood before her. "W-what do you want?" she managed to spit out hatefully without sobbing.

"C'mere." Hachiman sighed and casually reached out, easily pulling the emotional slender girl by her forearm and hugged her into his chest. Words could not describe the stunned speechless Yukino as her face collided against his warm, firm chest. She half-heartedly attempted to push and shove him away furiously, but his powerful arms effortlessly encircled her lithe build and held her strongly. Eventually the bottled-up emotions she had built up over everything ended up spilling out, she clutched at his blazer like a lifeline and crumbled into fitful sobs.

Hachiman's eyes softened on her shaking form realising she was more hurt than he anticipated, he was certain it had more to do with her personal life than his ridicule, he wondered how long she was emotionally killing herself by holding everything in. Maybe his ruthless candid conduct was the fast solution and catalyst to erupt the clogged, baggage of Yukino's feelings. After a couple minutes her crying subsided, she timidly pulled her head from his chest still sniffling, her face wet from her tears making her blue eyes shine. Her grasp on his blazer remained solid.

"You alright now, Yukino?"

Her glistening blue eyes widened, astounded at his casual use of her name, she found the way his confident, deep voice brashly said her name appealing. Her heart was currently doing jumping jacks in her chest. She couldn't recall the last time she honestly cried and hugged someone like this.

"I'm fine," she muttered coyly. "I'm sorry for being inconsiderate." Closing her eyes, she leaned her forehead against his broad chest again, finding comfort in the warmth it exuded like a fire chamber on a cold winter morning. "This is embarrassing."

His bass filled chuckle delivered a euphoric sensation through her body making her shiver. "Which part? When you cried or me hugging you?"

Yukino's abashed blue eyes leaned up to meet Hachiman's cool grey. "Every part. I'm not supposed to cry."

Hachiman chuckled again and in a swift movement made her yelp when he sat in her chair and pulled her onto his lap. She blushed and folded her hands shyly on her slender thighs.

"Yukino, look at me."

She struggled to meet his poised eyes without becoming flustered. When their visions met she froze at the serious grey that met her.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with crying whilst you're hidden from the world, even the mightiest warrior removes their armour when they enter their home, remember that!"

Yukino's soul was completely moved by his magnetic words that rocked her very core, she felt her confidence reignite, she wiped her red eyes with her sleeve and faced Hachiman passionately. "Thank you, I will remember your words, Hachiman-kun." She gifted him with a vulpine smile that told him she was back to normal and her eyes glowed in uppity amusement at his staggered reaction at her use of his first name. She could be brash too.

"So, we cool again?"

"Hmm, I believe we are 'cool' again."

"Not that I mind, but are you going to sit on my lap the whole time."

Yukino's face reddened and hastily removed herself from his legs with all the grace she could muster. She smoothed down her plaid skirt and stared at a smug Hachiman coldly. "I-I trust you will not divulge the happenings between us?"

He rose from her chair and walked until there was less than an arm's length between them, to Yukino's credit she didn't move an inch as Hachiman gave an amused smirk, slipping a hand in his pocket. "Don't worry, this will be our little secret."

"Why must you insist on making it sound perverse?"

"Because I know it will piss you off."

"You're insufferable, you know that?"

"Bite me!"

In a ridiculously bold move that genuinely took Hachiman completely off guard, Yukino stepped to him, rising to her toes and roughly gripped his untamed raven hair, she titled his taller head partially aside exposing his neck… and sank her teeth into his skin like a wildcat. Hachiman's visage was positively horrified and it was at this moment the door slid open.

"Y-Yukinon! What're you d-doing to H-Hikki?!"

Releasing her teeth from the successfully quelled, frozen boy like a lioness, Yukino impassively regarded the rudely interrupting peach-haired girl. Her fingers remained clenched in his raven hair and her lips a breath away from his neck.

"What do you want?"

Yui tried to ignore the bizarre scene before her, an array of emotions overtaking her face, mostly dumbfounded. She rose a hand to her chin anxiously.

"Am I not welcome here? Do you hate me, Yukinoshita?"

"I don't. It's more of a dislike." Yukino licked her lips and reapplied her teeth to a mortified Hachiman's neck.

Yui clenched her fists at her sides, her face growing irked and flustered at the scene before her. "They mean the same thing in girl talk! And stop biting Hikki's neck like a vampire!"

Yukino reluctantly released a poor Hachiman as he immediately cradled his neck in a dramatic fashion, he fired a hurt gaze at a smiling self-satisfied Yukino who returned to her seat with a refined poise like she hadn't just mauled his neck like a damn lioness.

"You're an animal."

Yukino stared at him from the corner of her blue eyes in amusement. He wasn't so tough to her. "Don't you think you're being a tad overdramatic? I was merely doing what you asked, Hachi-kun."

"It was a figure of speech!"

She put on the most insulting expression of feigned disbelief and rose a devastated palm to her open mouth. "Forgive me, I completely misjudged what you were implying."

Hachiman just grunted and sulked on his chair, cradling his neck like a war victim. 'She bit me! I can't believe she bit me! One minute she's crying on my chest, then the next minute she's trying to eat me alive! Only a girl could be that random.'

Yui observed their seamless interactions uneasily, not knowing what to think of Yukino's more personal nickname for Hikki.

"Anyway, do you need something?"

Yui blinked at her sudden question and then brightly beamed as if deleting from her memory what happened prior, she shook her yellow backpack off and skipped into the room. From her bag she handed Yukino a fancy purple pouch tied by a pink string, filled with mini vanilla cupcakes. "Y'know, as thanks for your help last week, I baked you some cupcakes!"

Her expression was one of unease, not used to receiving gifts from schoolmates. "I'm not very hungry," she said softly, but was unheard.

"Yaaaa!" Yui gushed as she retrieved another pouch from her bag, except this one was blue. "Cooking's actually pretty fun now that I've tried it." She whipped her excited eyes to Yukino when a bright idea struck her. "Maybe I should make lunches next time or something. Let's have lunch together here, Yukinon!"

"No." Yukino frowned and leaned away awkwardly. "I like eating alone, so I'd rather not." She closed her eyes royally again, this time its effect was ruined by the bead of sweat showing her discomfort. "Also, that 'Yukinon' thing creeps me out, so stop."

"Yukinon, I'm, like, free after school, so I can help out with this club. Just to payback, y'know?"

During their animated conversation Hachiman had quietly departed for home and strolled lazily down the hall.

"Hikki!"

He casually turned his head and snatched the blue pouch out the air with ease using a single hand.

"As thanks." Yui clasped her hands bashfully in front of him, swaying back and forth shyly. She placed a stray bang behind her ear. "You helped out as well, oh and nice catch!"

/~/

(Yukino's Apartment Building)

A bird born in its cage unable to spread its wings and soar the sky's uninhibited by the confinements of bars. Forced to compromise its desires and acquiesce to the terms, a fate, a lifestyle it befell on the moment of conception. That is how she had felt until today. She disliked him-no! She despised, detested his hard-hearted, cavalier presence. In her eyes an irritating, wicked braggart that relentlessly challenged her at every discourse and dispute. He shattered and smashed, completely skewing her beliefs, her views, ebbing her in doubt and uncertainty.

That same boy made her feel so, so… liberated.

Expelling her negative emotions out on his blazer, her armoured image of cold, indifference unclasped before him at his mollifying embrace. She grew flustered recalling the unforgettable moment. Hachiman's resolute confidence was intoxicating to her, finding appeal in his solemn handsome features. Yukino had felt as if the weight of life's pressures had eased on her shoulders, like she could accomplish anything. She wasn't averse to seeing Hachiman again, it made her truly look forward to attending school. Unused to feeling so energetic, she strolled aimlessly amid the exquisite hallways in search for a remedy.

That is why Yukino found herself in front of one of the many amenities the luxury apartment building offered. She gazed nervously through the glass double door, frustrated by her own hesitance, the rhythmic sound of music peeled outside. She sported a burgundy loose fit, crewneck sweatshirt with long sleeves, whilst clothing her slim legs were black leggings decorated with white stripes across the knees. Protecting her feet were white sports trainers.

"Scared to go inside?"

Startled, Yukino's embarrassed eyes snapped to the sultry feminine voice behind her.

Sporting a navy sports bra along with grey leggings and navy sports trainers. Feelings of envy immediately assaulted her when she laid eyes on the sinfully gorgeous woman before her. Guilty at believing even her mighty sister was inferior. Her silky shoulder length black hair was tied into a ponytail. Possessing eye-catching, exotic olive skin, angelic angular facial features that reminded her of a top model. For a second she felt a shiver crawl through her spine when she peered into the woman's unhinged, cool grey orbs, suddenly feeling like a mouse being playfully observed by a king cobra.

Unwittingly Yukino gawked at the woman's athletic figure, stunned at how her modest chest done nothing to detract from her seductive body. Slender, well-built arms and shoulders, with developed abs. Her thick legs - thighs, calves and all - flowed curvaceously down from her thin waist and arousing wide hips, perfectly sculpturing a combined combination of lean powerful muscle and devilish feminine curves. Yukino marvelled at her taut, shapely derrière that conspicuously snatched her attention.

Amused at the gawking red-faced girl's attention on her body, she sauntered up to the shorter girl, her steps poised in a natural grace and raised her palm to gently grasp the adorable girl's chin. Yukino idly noted the serpent tattoo inscribed on her olive forearm.

"Girl, if you stare any longer, you're going to make me blush."

Her full lips arched at a side watching the poor girl blink repeatedly then her cheeks exploded red in embarrassment at openly ogling another woman. She flushed at the woman's piercing grey eyes currently grasping her chin and averted her ashamed blue gaze.

"I-I apologise for my behaviour," Yukino managed to stammer out nervously, the women's snake-like scrutiny offsetting her nerves. How ironically shameful was it that she was the one who labelled Hachiman the creep?

Yukino's nerves trembled at her sharpening grey eyes and sultry smirk, her hypnotic voice slithering out.

"What is your name?"

"Y-Yukinoshita."

Her nervousness grew as recognition dawned in her shrewd grey eyes, growing worried that she would have less than pleasant feelings towards her well-known family name. Instead she rose an eyebrow and released her hold on her chin, Yuknio got the sense that she just escaped the jaws of a predator.

She rested a palm on her broad hips and smirked. "You can call me Alphard, nice to meet you."

Yukino fiddled her bangs shyly. "You too, A-Alphard-san."

The now named Alphard sighed, her eyes shut in displeasure. "Spare me the formalities, girl."

She gulped, not having any intention of upsetting this intimidating woman. "I m-mean, Alphard."

Alphard tilted her head, giving her a closed eye smile that spooked her. "Much better. Now tell me, what is stopping you from going inside?"

Despite it being posed as a question, Yukino wisely got the impression it was an order. Resting a palm against her chest, she stared anxiously aside at the marble, coffee coloured floors.

"I w-was only intending to pass by."

Alphard's sharpened observant eyes tracked the hesitant hand clasping her chest, noting the beautiful girl's demeanour drenched in apprehension. Her ravenous lips peeled into a smirk, realising that her insecurity stemmed from her modest bust size. Her eyes formed a mischievous quality as she regarded her chest openly.

"Oh, you poor thing."

At her teasing sympathetic drawl, Yukino blushed and defensively shielded her chest from Alphard's scrutinising vision. She delightfully surprised Alphard as the flushed girl displayed a tenacious glare at the woman. She rose an elegant eyebrow at her defensive retort.

"I beg your pardon; your sympathy is absolutely unnecessary, I'm not concerned with it in the least. I refuse to accede to such shallow and superficial idealistic expectations of the female body, I vehemently believe that there is much more a woman can offe-"

Yukino's rambling hit the curb as Alphard wrapped a firm arm around her shoulder and pulled her flush against the side of her body. Yukino blushed at the familiar contact, she realised how nice the older woman smelt and was inwardly baffled how her body had the softness of a woman, yet it teemed with hard physical strength.

"I like you." Alphard smirked at the stunned expression on Yukino's face. "But, darling, you have a lot to learn." She guided an awed Yukino who was bewitched by her dangerous beauty and cool confidence to the double glass door. She chuckled when Yukino made a sour face as she pinched her cute cheeks. "Lucky for you, I'm in town on business for a few weeks." Under her arm an impressionable Yukino observed as Alphard confidently pushed open the door to her fear like she owned the place and prowled her way inside. The pulsing sound of music reaching their ears. Yukino met her sophisticated orbs, silently amazed such an enchanting woman without an epic bust size could exist.

"Darling, I'm going to teach you a few things."

/~/

(Chiba)

A chiming bell signalled Hachiman's exit from the MMA gym as he entered the street lit night. He peered at the time on his steel black Hublot watch. 23:44. Unperturbed by the dropping temperatures, his body displayed no sign of being affected by the cold. Casually dressed in a black tank top, that exposed his well-built torso and slim fit black biker jeans, in addition to black high-top trainers. A pair of silver dog tags bounced off his solid chest as he ambled down the sparsely populated street, his red sports duffle bag held over his back by his hand.

Physical exertion seemed to be the only thing to calm him down these days, there was no better feeling than striking something or slamming someone on their back after a moments wrestle and locking them in a submission. Fresh out the gym shower, he enjoyed the cool breeze caressing his skin. He hoped when he got home his mother wouldn't give him shit for coming back so late. She usually lets it slide, but sometimes she'd have her chastising comments about his supposed delinquency, he had a feeling she held back because his grades were incredible. Heh!

Whenever she grew really concerned over him, his old man always vouched for him when it came down to the whole mercenary schtick. He didn't know what lie he told every time, but it worked. It turned out great for him, he supposed she reluctantly let some things slide, like his extended disappearances from home and how he earned his money, he knew she had her suspicions.

Komachi did too, but it was hard to continue caring when your older brother spoiled you. Passing a row of parallel parked cars, he suspiciously eyed the exquisite arctic-white, lustrous Porsche Cayenne Turbo S, fitted with spotless twenty-one-inch black wheels guarding red brake calipers.

Amongst other cars, the high spec vehicle was conspicuously loud, it bugged his mind.

Taking a shortcut home, he cut down a barely lit alleyway walking past smelly, overfilled garbage dumpsters. Despite the darkness his acute eyes accurately spotted a duo of rats' scurry away from something squirming under a decaying section of a brick wall. He dropped his red duffle bag to the concrete and froze, his palm opening and his cold eyes narrowed.

In a flash of movement, he whipped around palming a switchblade, sparking against a combat knife. In the dark of the night he saw clear as day the hooded figure's menacing purple eyes, peering at him from beneath his hood as he pushed against Hachiman. His eyes held a second of surprise at the man's inhuman strength, not expecting to run into someone that could match his augmented strength.

Hachiman ducked under the man's quick kick, instantly forced to parry his subsequent knife swing aimed for his neck. He shot his knee forth to the assaulter's stomach, followed by a sharp left hook directed at his skull. Hachiman grew serious and grimaced as he watched the man halt his knee strike by ramming his elbow into it and raise a swift forearm, blocking his fist.

Getting aggravated he picked up the pace and fired a flashing left jab, on board with a cross, his leg swiftly snapped out in a low and high kick.

Evidently the hooded man was forced to use more effort as he narrowly batted aside the first fist with his palm, his hand stinging from the sharpness. He grunted as he caught the heavy cross, he then rose a knee to easily check the weak low kick, only to realise the ruse too late as the same foot impacted his skull.

Hachiman smirked as he heard the man release a grunt, his enjoyment was short lived when the man retaliated with increasing conviction and snuck in an overhand right he never saw coming. Rolling with the heavy blow concussed for a second, he gritted his teeth.

With difficulty he obstructed the roundhouse kick on course for his sternum utilizing his elbow, yet his attacker persisted, his combat knife making another flashing swipe at his neck, arms and legs. He noted in trepidation the assaulter was cunningly aiming for his vital spots at a ridiculous velocity; this guy was skilled.

Hachiman backpedalled as he successfully parried and deflected all his slashes with his own switchblade adroitly, repeatedly thanking himself for carrying this weapon around all the time. At a pace world-class professional fighters could only dream of, they fought in the dark alley, the sparks from their colliding blades flickering at differing positions, their forms nothing but a blur of colliding limps and weaponry.

In a skilled pirouette, Hachiman glared as he disarmed his attacker from his blade after an overzealous lunge, the combat knife flew aside to clatter against the concrete. Enraged the man threw a devastating straight right that Hachiman barely evaded as he sidestepped the fist, the brick wall behind him however cratered into the size of a dinner tray.

Hachiman thrust a quick choking palm on course for his throat, the man snatched his wrist before it could reach.

Without prompt his blade whizzed out and snagged the off-guard assailant's cheek as he just about tilted his head away in a reaction time that begrudgingly impressed Hachiman. Mid swing his knife nimbly changed its direction for the forearm of the hand gripping his wrist, the hooded man relinquished his grasp instead of being stabbed and was compelled onto the defensive at Hachiman's masterful swordplay.

Hachiman pivoted his uppercut and responded with a stab at his chest, the hooded man ducked whilst fluidly drawing another weapon, just as Hachiman in a dexterous manoeuvre performed a mid-air knife switch, instantaneously on an express route for his neck.

His hand froze dead at the barrel pointing at his skull, his eyes trailing the stainless Desert Eagle .50 that was only a trigger pull away from planting a bullet in his head. At the hooded man's cocky chuckle, he growled pressing his knife against his neck.

Hachiman's gaze saw the excited grin beneath the man's hood. "Oi! I wonder who's faster, my trigger finger or your knife? I don't even think your regenerative abilities can save you from this gun though."

Disregarding the attacker's knowledge of his abilities, already theorising he possessed the same, his eyes darkened. "Why don't we find out. On the count of three. One," he definitively began.

The hooded man snickered in exhilaration, his blood pumping like a madman. "You're really going through with this, aren't you?!"

"Two."

Beneath his hood, his purple eyes shot him an ecstatic, adrenaline filled expression. "You're still completely crazy, Hachiman!"

"Thr-wait! What?!" Hachiman's expression morphed into stunned confusion as he rose an eyebrow. "Tell me how you know my name, now?!" The man's boisterous voice ringing familiar alarm bells in his head.

"Relax man, it's me." The man lowered his gun from his forehead and pulled back his hood, revealing a five foot ten and a half teenage boy the same age as him and of a similar athletic build. He had the image of a bad boy mixed with a handsome visage, possessing light-blond hair that spiked downward that would no doubt drive girls wild. If you can bypass his purple eyes that teemed with untamed savagery. "I don't know whether I should be upset you don't even recognize my voice." He returned his gun inside the holster at his back, hidden by his formfitting grey hoodie that hugged his stocky build, on his legs he wore slim fit blue jeans and a black pair of stylish boots.

"Sakamaki Izayoi?" Hachiman's face went through a series of emotions at once, astonishment, recognition, disbelief, until it ended at irritation and anger. The newly named Izayoi grinned cheerfully as he approached his longstanding friend in a welcoming fashion, he extended a palm in greeting… only to receive a fist to the face.

Izayoi groaned and nursed his cheek with his hand, hoping that it wouldn't swell. "Ok, I probably deserved that."

Hachiman arched his eyebrows incensed. "Probably?! You attacked me in the middle of an alleyway with a knife." He shoved a thumb pointedly at himself. "I thought you were trying to kill me!"

Izayoi waved a careless hand through the air giving him a lackadaisical look, which only irritated him further. "I wasn't really trying to kill you, I just wanted to see if you had turned soft and slacked on your training, is all."

Hachiman facepalmed and shot him a flat stare. "And what, pray tell, was stopping you from greeting me and asking like a normal person?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, returning a roguish grin. "There's no fun in that." The blond busted out in laughter at Hachiman's gobsmacked face, his amusement encapsulating the whole alleyway. He bit his tongue at the threatening look overcoming an irked Hachiman, he waved his hands defensively. "Woah, chill, Hachiman, I'm sorry, I said I'm sorry!"

The dark-haired boy sighed and to the blonde's relief his expression softened. "Fine, fine." He smirked as he approached his grinning friend and performed their elaborate handshake that ended in a forearm clasp. "It's good to see you again, Izayoi."

"You too, Hachiman."

"What are you doing here, anyway?"

Izayoi's purple eyes surveyed their current miserable surroundings unimpressed and jerked a thumb to the alleyway exit. "Why don't we have this discussion in my ride, this alleyway is cramping my style."

Under the night sky the duo of reunited partners strolled out the alleyway and onto the brighter sidewalk. At this hour of the night, cars and people were infrequent in this residential area.

Hachiman gave him a dubious gaze, slinging his red duffle bag over his shoulder. "We're only sixteen, what'd you do to get a license? If you even have one in the first place." The purple-eyed boy casually returned his combat knife under his grey hoodie, slid into its holster.

"Don't worry about that for now." He expertly ignored his dark-haired friend's deadpan that just begged to list off all the legal repercussions of getting caught driving without a license. That would only bore the blond. He grinned like an excited maniac at Hachiman and delved in his pocket, procuring an advanced key fob. His purple eyes beamed with amusement when it finally dawned on his shark-eyed friend. "Yep! This arctic beauty is all mine!"

Hachiman's sight shifted to the arctic-white Porsche Cayenne Turbo S from earlier. No wonder it bugged him before, the flamboyant nature of the exotic automobile screamed Izayoi. "Unbelievable."

Izayoi grinned slyly as he strolled to his car and gestured for him to enter. "Get in, I'll give you a ride home in this bad boy."

The duo entered the already unlocked SUV due to the keyless entry feature, a pleasant forest scent wafted to their noses from the air freshener. He lounged in the spacious passenger seat, his eyes greeted by red luxurious leather and an assortment of advanced features that exuded high-class.

Hachiman glanced over to his blond friend who kindly took his duffle bag and placed it in the rear seats for him. "Thanks."

"No problem."

He was still in shock over his friend's car and it showed as he glanced around the exquisite interior again, he doubted many adults would be able afford a car of this calibre. Leaning his head against the head rest, he shot Izayoi a sharp look. "How much did you spend on this thing, Izayoi."

"Before that." He watched his friend reach in his jeans pocket then handed him a white plastic card. "Look at this." He noted an image of an unusually stoic Izayoi gazing back at him in a fiery fashion, he analysed the driving license and admitted it looked completely authentic. "And if that doesn't convince 'em, I got a hacker friend of mine to input me into the database. I've already seen a cop find me on the server as legit."

After returning the card, Hachiman watched his friend sort out the controls, the centre console illuminated in a sporadic design as Izayoi fired up the 4.8lL V8 engine, behind them the vehicle growled to life like a beast, spewing spoke from its dual exhausts.

They probably woke up some unhappy residents in the process.

"I have a feeling we both know this hacker…" Hachiman shot his friend a pointed look as he shifted the gearbox to drive. "Seriously, how much did you spend?"

Izayoi grinned cheekily as he steered the car onto the road, he inserted it into launch mode and applied revs, Hachiman felt a hint of sympathy for the residents in the area at the rumbling exhaust note that echoed throughout the street. The sound was glorious and powerful to Hachiman's ears, his friend suddenly looked at him with a crazed stare.

"About thirteen million yen!"

Izayoi abruptly released his foot off the brake and their heads whipped back due to the blistering acceleration, the roads and buildings nothing but a blur as they approached speeds of 130 miles per hour. He held onto the door grip for stability. Hachiman smirked at his friend's whoop of elation, sharing the same feelings as he skilfully pitched the car around corners and swerved in between cars.

Their horns beeped and honked at the close encountering Porsche.

Eventually he slowed down on the expressway cruising at the speed limit.

Hachiman fired an exasperated glance to the crazy driver who knew exactly where he lived. "You do realise you passed the road to my house back there?"

Izayoi glimpsed at him with a stunned expression, then a devious grin painted his features. "I know."

"Where you heading to then?"

"I'm going into the city and you're coming with me, they got great food there."

"Not like I had a choice."

"You could've jumped out the car if you wanted to, knowing how durable we are, you'd hardly feel it."

"Shut up, Izayoi."

His friend chuckled as he shifted lanes and exited the wide expressway and the roads grew narrow, straight away there was a noticeable increase in pedestrians and cars. The multitude of neon lights and signs hung from the many buildings reflected off the arctic-white car as it cruised in the flow of traffic, they both noticed the attention the Porsche garnered as the hundreds of people walking the street openly stared.

In silence their eyes observed the thriving populace through the tinted windows, many civilians inebriated and jubilant as they gallivanted the street outside packed nightclubs. Raucous and blaring chattering filtered from bars and restaurants.

"Hey, Hachiman," Izayoi's serious voice drew his interested eyes to see his features matched his tone. "What made you wanna' take a break?"

He remembered one too many times his mind going blank and turning into a monster incarnate with no cognitive thought, drunk on his lust for blood and murder. Men trying to flee or kill him in fear for their lives. It haunted him.

"I was losing myself."

Izayoi chuckled hollowly and parked the car outside a club, just as the space became unoccupied in the rampant traffic. The engine automatically turned off in an instant as he put the car in park. "I know the feeling, all you become is barbaric instinct, completely forgetting how to feel. Our missions together we're fun though, remember the skydiving one?"

Hachiman lazily reclined back in the snug leather seat. A grimace drawn on his face. "Ugh, you always mention that! I try not to, the memory of being blasted by an RPG doesn't do me any favours."

He snickered as he covered his mouth. "Oh yeah, that did happen."

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." Hachiman shot him an annoyed stare, then peered out the tinted windows. He sat up when spotted a person he would recognise anywhere, he garnered Izayoi's interest when he rolled the window down partially, enough so just his eyes were over the top. His eyes widened in amazement at the sight of Hiratsuka-sensei departing a bustling bar on her lonesome. Her curvaceous and busty body on full display, hugged by a short-sleeved black cheongsam consisting of flowers embroidered on the front.

Hachiman felt a blustering fire in his loins at the delectable sight of her long, thick legs parting through the mid-thigh slit in her dress as she sauntered in her black high heels, the swell of her chest set him ablaze as he heatedly devoured the image of her thick apple bottom rear and stimulating broad hips.

He became nervous as she advanced in his direction, if she caught sight of him right now at this time, 00:33, in this gaudy car, with his maniac friend Izayoi who looked just as young as he did. Oh boy! She would immediately think the worst and her concern over him would only inflate and heighten to where she would personally come to his house. He wouldn't put it passed her.

As she drew closer he unhappily noted the distressed expression she wielded that didn't belong on a woman as beautiful as her, his mind recalling the satisfying memory of her gorgeous smile.

Over his shoulder Izayoi gawked at the woman. "Woah that woman is smoking hot!"

"That's my teacher."

"Your teacher is smoking hot!"

Hachiman's sharp eyes watched over the visibly dejected woman protectively as she flagged a taxi down. "Yeah, she is…" he muttered.


Chapter End

'Straight Ahead' is a Dynasty Warriors 4 OST composed by Kenji Nakojo. I swear to god that game had a phenomenal soundtrack.

Alphard Alshua – Added as a support character from Canaan.

Izayoi Sakamaki – Added as a support character from Mondaiji. Do not concern yourself with them overtaking the story, they will have minor roles. I simply despise and am averse to creating OC's, hence the insertion of characters from other series.

Izayoi's Vehicle – Porsche Cayenne Turbo S 2017

Many us of dislike fanfiction stories that are afraid to break off from the original plot. This can prove to be incredibly vexing when drastic changes are made to the characters, yet the outcome remains the same. It is understandable why that comfortable structured path is taken as it becomes more difficult to craft a story solely dependent on yourself the more you divert from the original source material. I too ponder if mine suffered the same and lacked originality, or have the minor changes implemented warranted enough interest for you all? I do not plan to overhaul the whole series as that would prove difficult for my meagre talents, instead I plan to make simple alteration as the plot progresses and naturally the results will be required to differ from the original due to character modification and interactions.

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I was musing about the straining impasse that Hachiman, Yukino and Yui reached at the end of the series. Out of fondness for each other neither Yukino or Yui pursed their strong feeling for Hachiman, for fear of the one not chosen would be automatically cast aside and subconsciously forced to distance themselves. Alternatively, the tentative girls decided as a solution - something that Hachiman hates – not to be genuine about their feelings for him to help maintain their genial friendship and ironically preserve the comfortable status-quo they developed like everyone else around them did. Basically, be fake.

Hachiman believed there to be no way to resolve their stifling predicament without no one being hurt. He didn't want to choose between either one, he may not know it, but he loved them both and would hate himself if his weighty decision would emotionally crush either girl. If he decided to commit a heart-breaking social suicide and distance himself from both girls to save them from the pivotal choice. Everyone would be devasted. He already detested the idea of them hiding their true feelings to not break their friendship, so that ideas out the window.

In my opinion the only resolution to conclude their problem with no parties hurt was for Hachiman to fearlessly choose both of them. Think about it. This wouldn't be a decision based off bodily desires. Giggity! Given that their devoted friendship was built organically through honest and memorable experiences, their three-way relationship would have a solid foundation to build upon. That critical reason is why it could potentially work. Polygamous relationships aren't as outlandish as people make them seem in a genuine situation like theirs. Especially when you got people out here living all kinds of different alternative lifestyles, you're going to tell me Hachiman choosing both of them is crazy.

During that time Yukino and Yui were indecisive and completely lost about what to do with themselves, meanwhile Hachiman was too passive and emotionally stunted from his childhood victimisation to intervene. Like a man filled with conviction and purpose, Hachiman at that moment should've confidently rose to the occasion and proclaimed his decision. I guarantee Yui and Yukino would've accepted his proposal as they would've been able to continue their friendship as normal, only this time grow intimately close with Hachiman at the same time together. It sure beats any other alternative. I mean for goodness sake Yui already took them both on a date, she was throwing Hachiman the ball the whole damn time and he continued to fumble. You know damn well that wasn't no 'friendly' day out!

Now how would they deal with the scrutiny and castigation if their polygamous relationship came to light amongst friends and family. Lord knows!