Author's Note

Thank you again for the kind replies. Although I had already finished the first draft to chapter 3 weeks ago, I felt that after reading some remarks of the previous chapter, that I should answer some lingering questions. So this turned out longer than initially intended. It went from a little over 4,000 words to over 10,000 words. Hopefully this satisfies my readers.

Because of the last minute changes and extra words, I was only able to subtly proofread this chapter. So please don't mind some of my grammatical errors, word usage, and punctuation mistakes. I was in a hurry to deliver this to my readers.

OOC - Another note to consider, I'm fully accepting that this fanfiction isn't going to please everyone. So I'm stating this now, this work is OOC. Again, I try not to diverge too much from character profile, but if it bothers you, I truly do apologize. Hopefully that it doesn't take away from the story I want to tell.

Minor Original Characters: Kage and Sachiko get a small mention from the previous chapter. (Please read Chapter 2 for more detail.)

Now that most of my thoughts are out of the way, Happy reading, Enjoy, and Thank You for Your Support.

*P.S.- I didn't put too much effort in the chapter title. SORRY!

Chapter Three - Don't Make Her Worry

Enticing handles made of gold, only petrify my decision to open this door. I display a small amount of effort to ajar a slight opening from the entrance and make my way in. Agape and bewildered by the beauty of this restaurant's interior, I would only image that those employed are endowed a hefty lifestyle; a high school student, like myself, would only seek to fathom. I turn to the host of this fine establishment but am met with my surprise, none other than Saki Kawasaki standing punctiliously before me. With her usual austere demeanor she speaks…

Saki: "You're late. We've got a table already waiting for you."

Hachiman: "What are you talking about? What's even going on right now?"

Saki: "I hate it when people play dumb. Just follow me, Hikigaya."

Still unknowing of my situation, I follow Kawa…whoever closely as my eyes continue to wander around the restaurant's architectural complexity. It definitely entices my mind. High ceilings supported with Verona-like marble columns and stain glass windows that glisten in an assortment of colors from the afternoon sun's rays. From a few paces distant, stands the bar counter. And behind that counter is a bartender with an all-too-familiar face. I don't recall him ever being employed in such fine eatery, let alone serving alcoholic beverages to people. Hayama waves to me with an untroubled smile as I subconsciously return that same gesture. Then he continues to wipe down a champagne glass with a clean towel.

I reach my small round tabletop that's draped with an off white linen as a glass of water rests on top sweating. The ice is no longer fully formed as the excess water brings my glass up to the brim. After informing me that my waiter/waitress was on their way, Kawasaki was quick to disappear. I wanted to ask her a couple questions, but she seemed rather upset; more upset than usual anyway. So now I just sit here and wait for a reveal of sorts. Why was I even invited? They have a total of six items on their menu and I can't afford any of it. This table is small enough for either a couple, or a single bachelor. I glance over at the opposite end of the table to see another water glass, but this one is half empty.

Yumiko: "You actually showed up. Well I guess there's no turning back now."

Miura surprises me with her presence. She stands before me in a red sun dress with her polished nails on her hips as she eludes a strong dominance over me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit scared, yet I still have to figure out what's going on.

Hachiman: "Miura? what is all this? You asked to meet for some coffee, but this place is kinda fancy. What's the occasion?"

Did we make plans to meet for coffee? I can't quite remember. The dressed up gal bends over to get in my face as she angrily spouts shameful words towards my direction.

Yumiko: "What did you just call me?! You're the absolute worst! And I thought we were past all that surname BS."

Easily getting upset as always, Miura continues to boast. But to my concern, what she says next didn't sound all too demoralizing.

Yumiko: "I guess things never change with you. So pathetic. And to think I fell head-over-heels for a man like you."

My face is in utter shock. Did she just confess her true feelings to me?! In front of Hayama?! If I wasn't before, now I'm nonplussing at the divulged information that was spoken from the lips of my mortal enemy: a hot, popular, narcissistic girl! This can't be real. It has to be a dream. I need someone to pinch me. Miura walks slowly over to me and smiles ever so elegantly as the lights from the stain glass windows hit her in all the right ways. I can't stay calm and my thoughts are running wild. She then shuts down her genuine smile and strikes me hard across the face with an open palm. Damn that hurts!

Yumiko: "That's for being late! Waitress, we're ready over here."

Yuigahama comes into frame, handing a glass to Miura and myself. Champagne? Last I checked, I still got two years and three months before I become of age. Without a care, Miura chugs her glass down with little hesitation and I reluctantly follow after her. Why am I drinking champagne with her?! It's like my body is acting on its own to please this prima-donna. As my lips hit the bottom of the glass, I feel something cold latching onto my tongue. It's not ice, yet it's similar. I spit it out from my mouth to find a ring with a small emerald gemstone shining from my unsteady hands. What the hell is going on?! Miura takes a knee to my shook expression as I hold the ring in utter confusion.

Yumiko: "Hikio!"

Hachiman: "Wha-wha-wha-what is it? Wh-wh-why are you on one knee?"

Yumiko: "I'm asking your hand in marriage! Marry me!"

Is this some sort of elaborate prank that I wasn't aware of?! Twisting my neck left and right, our entire class surrounds us as if they've rehearsed this moment ahead of time. They give us their applaud and cheerful gesticulation. Yuigahama in tears of happiness while Yukinoshita starts throwing rice everywhere. Isn't that supposed to happen after the actual wedding?! I look down to my attire as though my waist started to feel rather tight; only to find my torso in a wedding gown, and Miura in a black tuxedo! The Fiery Queen stands erect from her knelt position and proceeds to yank me closer to her body from my waist. In utter role reversal, she dips me so smoothly that I hadn't a clue, until now, that my body was able to bend in such a manner. She closes in for a passionate kiss with both our lips centimeters from touching…

Hachiman: "AHHHH!"

I look around as the entire classroom goes quiet. My colleagues glare over at my desk in confusion. In utter shock, I must have abruptly stood up from my seat; my eyes hover around everyone's heads. How embarrassing. It was just a dream? It perceived to be so real though. I even felt the sun hit my skin, the ring on my tongue, the slap that Miura gave me. I look over at those olive-green eyes that only reminded me of that emerald wedding ring. She looks at me in an apprehensive way before I quickly turn my glance at another familiar face. From another part of the room, Kawasaki seems alarmed for me, but she was quick to change-up her composure to disgust soon as she realized our eyes had met. That was no dream, that was a very frightful nightmare! A future I must avoid at all cost!

I storm out the room while informing the teacher that I needed to use the bathroom. I scurry out before hearing her answer. Soon as the door shut behind me, my classmates laugh in my absence with Ms. Hiratsuka's voice trying to calm everyone down. What the hell Hachiman! Why'd you have to go and do that for? Now today's going to be that much harder to manage. Maybe I could skip class for the rest of the day. Reluctantly, I decide to slowly make my way towards the boys bathroom. I'm already in high suspicion since that staged fight that took place last week. So I can't go around skipping school because of a nightmare. Komachi certainly wasn't all too pleased with me that night, and since then, we've exchanged little words. I indefinitely lost out on sibling points.

-Flash Back: Evening of the Fight with Kage-

Komachi: Big brother, What happened to your face!?

My kid sister Komachi, is shocked at the site of my battle scars. Wondering if this will land me major points; I feel that being an abused victim should harness some sort of grievance points. The school did inform my parents about my rundown with the other students involved, so I know when they get home, I'm going to hear an earful. Miura's rash decisions are definitely affecting my home life when they have no business in doing so. It's pretty upsetting to say the least.

She says that it was mere coincidence that the opportunity had appeared before her, but how much of it is the truth and how much is a lie? Maybe I should have been a little bit harder on her when I regained my consciousness. Matter of fact, I should have been livid to my breaking point. Sure, Isshiki was able to forgo any kind of capital punishment. And it did help that I haven't had any previous records in the prior years of breaking into a physical altercation with anyone. So I was able to get off with a warning. She definitely did me a solid. As for Miura simply, I guess I'm just physically and mentally drained to get so worked up. Or maybe it was my duty to be on her side? I can't really think of a good enough reason. Besides, arguing with that girl wouldn't really grant me any sort of peace of mind.

I look to Komachi with a half-hearted smile and my face bandaged up. But she isn't returning any kind of positive gesture. Nor is she feeling relieved or sadden of my situation. If anything, she looks rather upset. Is she angry with me right now?

Komachi: Big brother! Why would you do this?!

Great, the last thing I want, is getting into a strenuous argument with my sister. I try to make light of the situation.

Hachiman: "You should see the other guy."

Komachi: "Right. Yui had already texted me all the details and why you would be home late. I couldn't believe it, but looking at you now, I just don't know what to think. What's come over you, big bro?!"

Hachiman: "Well, I didn't ask for it. Do you think I wanted to spend my afternoon in the nurses office; blacked out half the time? Or did Yuigahama forget to mention that."

Komachi: "Which begs to be answered, Why would you do this?!"

Hachiman: "It's none of your business."

I don't need her to get involved in Miura's case. I'd also be lying if I said I'm not unleashing some pent up anger on her. Is this my fault? No. Clearly Komachi doesn't know the situation. So I can't blame her either. But I don't need her prying in this. It's best to quickly shut it down.

Komachi: "We go to the same high school, we have our own club activities, and our own group of friends. But when you come home all messed up like this, sometimes I wonder how long is it going to take for you to grow the hell up?! You said you didn't ask for it, but you always have a choice, and you chose to get involved in whatever got you hurt. I know I'm your little sister, but sometimes you act more childish than me."

Hachiman: "Listen, I know you're growing up. You don't need to remind me. You're right, we have our own lives and group of friends. So quit worrying about me. Just forget it! I'm getting an earful from our parents soon enough, so like hell if I gotta hear it from you too. I'm done talking about it!"

After that, I brushed my sister's shoulder to the side so I could make my way to my room. I lay on my bed to cool off. School came to mind as I thought how everyone would react to today's problems. It's not like I'm physically disabled that I couldn't return to school; the nurse also suggested I take a couple days to myself. But thinking of what Komachi had just said, me being childish, she would probably think I'd be lazy by not going back to school. So I guess I'll endure it, but any club activities will be put on hold. This day took a major toll on me. What did I get myself mixed up with? A rhetorical question.

-End Flashback-

It's been about a week and a half since my fight with Kage. My black eye has pretty much healed up. About time too. Ms. Hiratsuka's career plan assignment is due soon. Seeing that this is my senior year, I guess it would be responsible of our teacher to keep up with her students' wellbeing. For a single woman, she needs to consider her own wellbeing from time to time: her reckless driving, smoking habits, and constantly slacking off. I can keep adding to the list, such as bribing students, but let's not go there.

Then again, she is doing a fairly decent job with her smoking habits. She'd recently switched to chewing gum. Ms. Hiratsuka wants to see me during lunch hour, but I have it in the back of my mind that she wants to talk about the fiasco that just happened, and probably other things that she had most likely picked up on. Out of all her bad habits, the one good one is the most annoying; picking up on her students' behaviors. The sole reason why I'm in the Service Club is because of her prying into my once secret life. But if it weren't for her, I could have been in a worse off situation. Kinda glad she butted in when she did.

After damping my face at the boys' room, I slowly make my way back to class. But not before seeing a pair of twin tails rush pass me. The petite underclassman didn't mind me any attention, but honestly Kage's girlfriend might have forgotten how I looked, since all her hatred was focused towards Miura. I guess being an underclassman, she was let off with a warning too. And yet, her face just now screamed concern, I assume it has something to do with Kage or her tennis club. I decide to follow her for a little bit before returning to class.

She led me outside behind the school grounds. From a distance I see a taller man wearing casual attire with a hood covering his face, which made it harder for me to identify who he was. Could be her father. Maybe she forgot her lunch. Yet, It could very well be Kage as well. I should ask Isshiki about their situation, since I was tangled in all of it. But I'm pretty sure it's him. Doesn't make sense for her to be worried about lunch if she's getting her bento before the lunch hour. The couple embraced each other for a brief moment before going their separate ways. I'm about ninety percent sure that's Kage.

If it is him, I guess he was the only one that drew the short straw that got himself suspended. That's the only conclusion I could draw from his attire and absence from ongoing classes. It's not like I left any kind of bruise on him. With that in mind, it does seem he was the aggressor. Now I genuinely feel bad, he was dragged into an unknown situation due to Miura's scheming. We were all ponds in her little game.

I opened the classroom door and quietly make my way back to my desk. I avoid drawing anymore unnecessary attention, but Yuigahama and Kawasaki's eyes pry directly at me. When I put a barrier around myself, any eyes penetrating my invisible bubble is an instant detection. It's hard to tell if it's a gift or a curse. It hardly makes me feel calm knowing people are staring at me, so I guess it's more so a curse.

About an hour and a half before that wonderful talk with Ms. Hiratsuka. I'm well overjoyed, except that I'm not. The last thing I want is to bring anything up about Miura, or my future plans, or that awful dream, or my home situation, or anything at all! The more these things consume my thoughts, the faster time seems to move; thus the bell signals for lunch. The one time I wanted the clock to feel like it's dragging, instead it decides to fast forward. My hour and a half vanishes in what seems like only a matter of minutes. I leave the bustling classroom and head over to the teacher's lounge.

Walking through the hallways, I run into Miura. I try not minding her any attention, until she stops a few paces shy pass me; quietly calling out to me like I'm now somehow her butler or errand boy.

Yumiko: "I-I-I'm going to need your help later."

Hachiman: "Honestly, I hate how you conduct things. These last few days made me realize that."

Yumiko: "I thought you liked unorthodox solutions."

Hachiman: "Not when innocent people get involved. If it were just me, that's a different story. But you handle things poorly and come out unscathed."

Yumiko: "Relax, it's nothing like that this time. It's strictly with Hayama. Something's come up that needs my clarification."

Is it about his Career Plan again? Didn't we solve this case with her last year?

Hachiman: "If it's just with him and I don't have to get beaten up again. Fine."

Yumiko: "Look for my text. I'll be sure to give you a heads-up before lunch ends."

Hachiman: "Right."

The troubled student continues her walk back to our classroom while I head the opposite direction to meet up with Ms. Hiratsuka. Now I'm counting on the fact that this talk with sensei will eat up most of my lunch time. Although my eye's healed up, I'm not mentally cured from Miura's last request. I open the door to the teacher's lounge and head to Ms. Hiratsuka's usual spot. I take a big breath before confronting her.

Hiratsuka: "Hikigaya, catch."

She tosses me a Georgia canned coffee as I catch it with ease.

Hiratsuka: "I know it's your favorite. Have a seat."

Hachiman: "A MAXIS coffee huh. I guess this is some sort of bribe?"

Hiratsuka: "Why would you think that? I just wanna follow up with one of my favorite students."

Hachiman: "You extracting information from me in an exchanged for my favorite brand coffee, sounds like a bribe to me."

Hiratsuka: "You don't have to drink it you know. Just leave it on the table."

She's testing me. Nonetheless, I take a seat and open the canned coffee. My weakness.

Hiratsuka: "So how's the career plan assignment going?"

Hachiman: "Fine. You could even say, I haven't thought too much about it."

Hiratsuka: "You do know that this assignment has to be turned in by tomorrow and IS mandatory, right?"

Hachiman: "I really don't think I'm gonna change my answer from last year's pick. Honestly, I could really care less about the whole assignment."

Hiratsuka: "Oh, I take it you don't mind getting a failing grade for this? Fine by me! Let's go ahead and get this taken care of now."

Sure I was only partially kidding with my response, but the irritation on her face says it all. Ms. Hiratsuka forcefully grabs her Student's Grading Book and opens it in a very theatrical way; as though the scene was ripped out from a manga or action anime. She grabs the closest pen in her disposal and quickly hovers over my name without any fluster in her fluid movements. It's as though she had my name's location memorized in her book. Scary.

Hachiman: "Wait, wait, wait! Fine, I'll take the time to fill it out. I've just been rather, preoccupied with things."

The curious educator leans in towards me as I try my hardest to avoid eye contact with her. My eyes drop for a split second and accidentally lock my gaze at her mature upper chest. Her vest is a bit tight. Has she been gaining weight? One could only wonder. Or maybe her clothes shrunk in the wash. Whatever the reason, I'm hypnotized by her mature aesthetic.

Hiratsuka: "Hikigaya, where exactly are your eyes focused on?! It should be on me right now!"

Hachiman: "Oh believe me, it's focused on you."

Sure it's not her face, but her breasts are still a part of her. I sit straight up and swiftly sway my head towards my left shoulder as my brain sends blood rushing through my face.

Hiratsuka: "Idiot! I meant my eyes!"

Hachiman: "What are you even getting at? You know I have a hard time keeping eye contact with people."

Hiratsuka: "Right, but I'm not just anyone, am I."

I stay quiet in embarrassment. I guess she's not just any other person, but all the more reason why it's harder for me to look at her. I'm not even going to hide the fact that she's a desirable woman. Now that I'm a senior, it's only a matter of months until I become an adult. We'd then be on an even playing ground. Right? I can only take so much of her scolding and teasing. The gorgeous brunette bursts into laughter at the site of my obvious reaction to her womanly charms. Did she intentionally move forward, knowing I would be entranced by her figure? If she did, then she's a witch in disguise!

Hachiman: "Shut up. It's all the more reason why I can't keep my eyes on you!"

Ms. Hiratsuka blushes modestly as she closes her torso by embracing her own body.

Hiratsuka: "Wh-wh-what was that supposed to mean? Hikigaya?"

Hachiman: "NOTHING?! Forget it!"

She puts on a scowling face as I try to keep my mouth shut from saying anything that would result me in a more abhorrent situation. After sharing a brief but unwieldy silence, she adverts the conversation to something less provocative. Ms. Hiratsuka fixes her composure to a more impassive one. She fakes a cough.

Hiratsuka: "Ahem…! Aside from school work, how are club activities going?"

Hachiman: "Complicated."

CRAP! That's not what I intended to give out! How do I take that back? It's all because I couldn't keep focus with the previous situation!

Hiratsuka: "Oh yeah? How so?"

Damn it.

Hachiman: "Let's just say, the recent Service Club case I'm currently on, is tedious as I expected. But nothing I can't handle."

Hiratsuka: "How are the other members coping?"

Hachiman: "Well, because of how long and agitating this case is, the others are focusing on different cases."

Hiratsuka: "So you're telling me they're not helping at all."

Hachiman: "Not that they're NOT helping. More so, I'm the only one able to help adhere any physical change with my client. That and we were all in agreement that it's best for me to go at it solo."

With that response, her profound look gave me a suspicious feeling. I gotta make sure to clear the air of any kind of suspicion. I abruptly tell her that there was no need to worry.

Hachiman: "But I update them as much as I can! So there's no need to worry so much."

Hopefully she buys it, or just leaves it at that. So long as she doesn't pry any deeper, I can be at ease.

Hiratsuka: "Hmm… You're not able to talk to me about this; keeping it private. Also, going at it solo just raises more questions, Hikigaya. Don't think I haven't noticed your recent changes in behavior throughout my lectures."

I knew she was quick to pick up. Like I could even set up a plan to fool her of all people. She goes on to continue her reasoning.

Hiratsuka: "Last week, you get involved into a fight; earlier today, you wake up screaming bloody murder. Then there's the constant uneasiness in your face, like something's creeping up on your shoulder. What exactly is going on? Tell me the truth, unless you want me to bring your parents into this."

Hachiman: "No! Don't!"

Hiratuska: "Interesting reaction. It's something you're also hiding from your home life. Must be really important or something so embarrassing that you're too ashamed to talk about. I could only wonder. Hikigaya, I trust your judgment more so than my other students, I'm pretty sure you're well aware of that fact. So I won't pry anymore. I just needed a proper response to your situation. I worry about you man. But, I will ask you one last question. And this, I need you to answer me honestly."

Depending on the question, I might have to lie, but she'd probably catch on to that too. She did say she would stop prying. She says she's worried for me. Given the fact that she had came to my rescue once before, I assume her maternal instincts are blossoming. Being a mother is not the only way to gain maternity points; teaching would do the trick too, one can only assume. I answer her concerns before she could ask her question. Assuming I'm on the right track with her logic.

Hachiman: "You have nothing to worry about. I promise it's nothing dangerous."

Hiratsuka: "Is that so…"

She hadn't faltered that look of concern, but the longer I stay here, the more she'd want to keep talking. And who knows how much I would spill due to her lovely charms. I don't want to stay more than I need to.

Hachiman: "Well, if that's it, I think I'm gonna go grab something to eat before lunch is over."

I turn around and make my way to the door. But before I can make it out, I feel a pair of soft oval… maybe spherical shaped, womanly parts against my back. She's embracing me from behind. Why now? Why is she doing this? What if the rest of the teachers see us like this? The only thing separating me and her from exposure of a teacher/student confidentiality, is a thin sheet covering the two of us in her quiet quarters. Any light shining through it, would certainly bring an alluring silhouette of our relationship. I stand speechless as she starts to speak in a soft manner. My heart races faster and faster.

Hiratsuka: "Good. After you being taken to the nurses office because of a fight, and then the incident that happened today, I could only worry."

Hachiman: "Like I said, you don't have to..."

Hiratsuka: "I know, but, I'm aware how hard your life has been. Or don't you remember how I covered for you those many years ago; when you first got accepted to Soubu High."

Hachiman: "How can I. It's the solitary reason why I come to talk with you so casually and every so often. It's not just because you're my teacher. But because I have this feeling of debt owed to you. It's nothing I dislike, so it isn't exactly a bad thing. Besides, you worry too much of me. What are you, my mom?"

Hiratsuka: "Dude, I'm too young to be your mom. Maybe an older sister."

Hachiman: "Like I need another sister."

We both chuckle as she finally releases me from her warm embrace. I already miss it, the feeling of acceptance.

Hiratsuka: "Hahaha! Right, maybe a wife then."

Awkward silence fell before us. We both blush and face away from each other.

Hiratsuka: "Umm... NOT WHAT I MEANT! Anyways, you understand that you don't have a debt with me right? I just want to see you graduate, kid."

Hachiman: "You will. I'll make you proud on top of that. You'll have nothing to regret over. Promise"

Hiratsuka: "I'll hold you to it, Hikigaya. Just do me a favor, make up with little Komachi already. She came to me the other day and even though she seemed upset, she's more worried about you. You two are both bright individuals, and I know how much you two adore one another. So don't regret breaking that bond you two share. Alright Hikigaya?"

What can I really say to rebuttal against that argument? She has me beat. She is like a mother. Always looking out for me in the best way. Any guy would be lucky to have her.

Hachiman: "I was meaning to do so. The timing just never felt right."

Hiratsuka: "By now I'm sure you know, there's never a right time for situations like these."

Hachiman: "Wise words from such a wise person. Alright."

I smile at my precious sensei before I make my leave. She pushes me away as she tells me to get a move on before the lunch hour ends. In that moment, I'm convinced that she had some involvement with my non-suspension. I wouldn't be surprised if she was right next with Isshiki in the principle's office fighting for me. With how involved she'd always been with my school life, it would hardly come as a shock at this point. I'll thank her one day. After I fully confirm it with Ms. President Isshiki.

Glancing at the time, I still have about twenty minutes until lunch ends. Still no text from Queeny. Eating at school was never a real ritual for me. Today and the last few days, I haven't been made a bento lunch. I wonder if this was Komachi's way of rioting against me. It's quite effective since today of all days, I'm actually hungry. Might as well head to the student shop and get a couple packs of melon bread. But I wouldn't be surprised if they were all sold out by now.

Afterwards, I decide to find a different setting to eat my lunch. The winning spot chosen is located beneath a cherry blossom tree where a lowly bench is covered by the tree's shadow. The breeze feels even nicer here than my usual spot. Due to its location being in the rear end of the facility, it's closer to the back exit of the high school; where no student really progresses this way. Educators and staff members are the only other beings loitering about. Cigarette buds surround the trash area as a sanitary employee picks up the mess.

Even though the distant sounds peak my ears of students chatting and laughing, it's only ambient noise to the serenity of this quiet location. The only people around, are some of the senior staff. Sure the view isn't as rewarding as watching my fellow colleagues show off their tennis skills, but honestly it's less bothersome and more tranquil. I can always come here if I want to be lost in thought or disappear from everything.

Yui: "Hikki! There you are! This isn't your usual hangout. Took me forever to find you. I wanted to talk with you."

I spoke too soon. Of course I'd be found by the likes of Yuigahama. Maybe I gave this spot too much credit. Then again, I think only the likes of Yuigahama would go to the ends of the Earth and back to look for her friends. Even if it is just for a small conversation; even if it's close to lunch hour ending; even though we'd be speaking after class during club activities…

What's so important that she had to go find me?! Doesn't she get that if I'm not in my usual area, I don't wanna be found?! I guess today is the only day I will ever eat here. I was really looking forward to having this tranquility all to my own. But now that Yuigahama knows where this is, it's only a matter of time such rarity of a location will be sullied by other students like her. Some faculty members around the area look at me with disgust in their eyes, as though I've brought an outsider to their secret club. I'm sorry! Play it cool Hachiman. Just play it cool. I force a grin upon her arrival.

Hachiman: "Hey. I figured a change of scenery was in order. At least for today anyway."

Yui: "Hikki, what's up with your face? You okay?"

Hachiman: "Yeah, never better."

Yui: "Hmm… okay. Sometimes routines could get so boring, so I get it. Anyways, to get straight to the point, I was worried about you. What happened earlier in class today? You just stood up and screamed as though you saw a ghost!"

If it was a ghost that showed me a distant future, then yes I did. Sipping the coffee that Ms. Hiratsuka gave me, I try to maintain a subtle irritation. Staying vague in these situations are the best course of action. I respond to her nonchalantly.

Hachiman: "It really was nothing. Just a crazy dream is all. Hadn't realized I passed out during class. The lectures got so boring, you could even say I started to dream about them. Man what a scary nightmare."

Yui: "Hikki… Is that really the truth?"

I break a small sweat from her cute interrogation, but I don't falter to her adorableness. I back up my statement with reassurance.

Hachiman: "Yeah, of course. It's really nothing to worry about."

Yui: "Alright. If you insist. Just so you know if you ever need to talk, I'm here to listen. With you getting beaten up last week, plus taking on this task by yourself, I couldn't help but get worried."

Hachiman: "R-r-right. Thanks."

You wouldn't be the first Yuigahama. First Komachi, then sensei, now her. Glad I have so many people worrying about my current affairs. I take another sip of coffee from the uneasiness. Which reminds me, I brought a can with me today. It's still in my book bag, but now I don't have to spend any extra cash for another coffee. Thanks Ms. Hiratsuka!

Yui: "Let's talk about Yumiko, how's the dating thing coming along? Fallen in love yet?"

Her voice skips as though she's having a hard time accepting her position with the whole thing. Eyebrows folding upwards and stiffened lips, she's concerned about something. If a feeling of uneasiness had a face, it would be what Yuigahama is currently displaying onto me. There's nothing to blame her for. If the roles were reversed and I felt I wasn't doing much to help, it'd be hard for me to talk about this situation too. Again, it's nothing for her to distress about.

Hachiman: "It's going great. Nothings happened since the nurses office. That being said, remind me to thank Isshiki later. Hopefully she stops by the clubroom today."

Yui: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, club activities are on hold for today. Yukinon has to head straight home after school. She wouldn't tell me why."

Hachiman: "Hmm… I was looking forward to it too. It feels like it's been forever since I last attended."

She grew silent rather quickly. Did I miss something? Her face is emitting a slight pink color. She looks up at me only to swiftly turn her gaze elsewhere. What is this teasing, Yuigahama?! This is about to get awkward, I know it! But before it does, I take a big bite of my melon bread or was it a pork bun? I can't even focus on my own food right now.

Yui: "Listen Hikki!"

Hachiman: "Umm.. Yes?"

Yui: "You're coming over today. You owe me, since you missed out last time."

Is this the real reason why she went out of her way to find me?! I owe her? So I'm no longer squared away with her? I guess I did promise her on many occasions I would visit. She got me there. Yuigahama deserves a proper explanation.

Hachiman: "That was totally out of my control. I needed time to heal. Sorry about that."

Yui: "Yeah I know. Don't worry about it. That's why today, we're going to hang out at my place. Besides, mom keeps asking about you."

Never knew I had it in for the older ladies. First Ms. Hiratsuka and now, Mrs. Yuigahama. They're more on my speed, if I'm being quite blunt: experienced, intellectual, and fully blossomed. Komachi would smack me over the head if she knew what I was thinking right now! I almost forgot, I gotta set things right with her too. Ugh… I take another sip of coffee.

Hachiman: "There's no way to back out of this, right?"

Yui: "Nope! And club activities are canceled for today, so it's perfect timing!"

Hachiman: "You're starting to sound too excited for this. Kinda reminds me of a certain underclassman president."

Yui: "Ah! Hikki! Don't compare me to Isshiki! So rude!"

Hachiman: "What? Sorry, just stating the obvious. Can you do me favor though, I need you to text Komachi for me."

Yui: "Sure. I'll do it now."

Hachiman: "Appreciate it…"

Yui: "Of course! But why couldn't you do it yourself? Forgot your phone in class?"

Hachiman: "Not necessarily. We're just not on speaking terms at the moment."

Yui: "Hikki! If it has anything to do with that dumb fight that happened last week, make up with her as soon as you can! You two don't need to be fighting for such a petty reason!"

Dumb fight, fighting? Homonyms spewing from her mouth makes me less interested in what she has to say. Or maybe I've become jaded at the whole thing. But I take a moment to recall the recent conversation I had with Ms. Hiratsuka. As much as her little banter sounds half hearted, Yuigahama means well in her own way. She's also right. I do need to quit this dumb quarrel with my kid sis. Plus, I miss having a proper nutritional lunch.

Hachiman: "I get it. I promise to make up with Komachi later when I get home."

Yui: "Good! You two are both my good friends, I don't want you guys fighting."

I would usually retort with some smart ass answer like; well, it's only normal for people who have a close relationship to throw hands. Something along those lines, and yet I really don't wanna get into it right now.

*Ding Ding*

I take out my phone to find that I've finally received that agonizing text message from the Fire Queen.

Queeny: [Come back to class I need your assistance ASAP!]

I foresaw this and although I expected a more subtle message like, "Please come save me from the evil clutches of Hayato, Hachiman!" she's trying all her might to not sound cute at all. So demanding, but I guess I have no choice at the moment. There goes the rest of my relaxing lunch hour. Wonder what it could be this time. She promised me there won't be any more nurse visits, but from the sounds of this text, she might be in bigger trouble than imagined.

Hachiman: "Let's head back Yuigahama. Lunch is about over."

Yui: "Sure. We should come here again. It's so peaceful here."

Hachiman: "I don't think I will. Smells of cigarettes and old people."

Yui: "Really? I guess you're right."

The staff members hear my last comment as their faces light up with relief. Don't worry guys, I won't let anyone tarnish your secret spot. I understand the treachery of annoying students. I'll just suffer with them from here on out. Short lived from such a good thing.

Shouting became apparent from the outside of our classroom. It almost makes me scared to enter, but Yuigahama doesn't hesitate to barge right in. We were both met with Miura being held against a wall by Hayama. What has she gotten herself into now?!

Hayato: "You need to check yourself Yumiko. Lately you haven't been yourself: verbally bullying that underclassman, getting into fights, almost getting expelled, now this? What's going on?!"

Yuigahama runs up to them as she tries to handle the situation in her own way. When do I cue in? Friends of the Hayama squad are reasoning with their fearless leader. I'm curious, what's gotten him so riled up? Obviously it has something to do with Snake Eyes Miura. Ms. Hiratsuka should be returning from the teacher's lounge any second. This squabble can't go on for too much longer, so what does Miura want me to do in such a short amount of time? Tobe along with the other members speak their minds.

Kakeru: "Hey man, come on. How about letting Yumiko go. What 'cha say? You know how she can be sometimes."

If you make it sound like its a joke that's been taken too far, Hayama's not going to budge, moron!

Hayato: "It's not like you know the situation Kakeru. It's between me and her."

Ebina in near tears, is franticly trying to find the words to calm the enraged Hayama, but comes off stumbling through her indecisiveness of perceiving the correct words.

Hina: "Please Hayato! We're all friends! I can't take this!"

Yuigahama tries to pull Hayama back as she grabs his waist and tugs the opposing direction.

Yui: "Hayato! Stop!"

Hayato: "Back off Yui. It doesn't concern you."

Miura looks at me, then back at her enraged lover.

Yumiko: "You sure about that? Isn't she as much involved as we are?"

Yui: "Look! I don't know what's going on between you two, but we're all friends. Please, just stop!"

Rage still in his eyes, Yuigahama failed to have changed his state of mind. Maybe this is what Miura meant. I'm not sure how much affect I'm going to have on the guy, but I'll budge. Slowly, I make my way up to the pretty boy and lay my hand calmly on his shoulder.

Hachiman: "That's enough. Ms. Hiratsuka will be back any minute now. Don't make her worry any more than she already has. I'm sure you're aware of how she's been since last week. I get your intentions on Miura, but I won't ever forgive you if you make our sensei worry even more. We're at the top of our class, or have you forgotten that?"

And with those few words, it's like the rabid role model student broke out of a trance. I'm pretty sure if Ebina wasn't in tears, she'd be taking notes for her smut BL doujinshi.

Hayato: "I'm… sorry everyone. Please forgive my behavior…"

Regret filled his face as his apology felt incomplete, if as though he had more to say but refuses to bring out the words that held him back. He faces Miura absent minded, realizing how scary he could actually become. She pushed his buttons that broke Hayama's outstanding reputation, yet she hardly seems phased by any of it. If anything, her ungodly expression tells a different story.

The Fiery Queen raises her hand as soon as our teacher walks in. Miura then heavily swings her palm raucously against Hayama's perfect face; now with a red mark of unfaithfulness to their once acceding friendship. Ms. Hiratsuka in shock, shouts at her students. For me, I can only imagine what that crazy girl's intentions are. I'm still so clueless to everything and this unknowingness grows ever so disquiet.

Hiratsuka: "Everyone! Take your seats! NOW! What's going on with the two of you! See me after class!"

Dismay hovers the silent classroom as the couple stand in solitude, not minding our teacher's demand. Miura grabs her book bag and barges out the door in anger, leaving Hayama to his own embarrassment.

Hachiman: "Sorry Ma'am, I gotta go to the bathroom!"

Hiratsuka: "Again?!"

Hachiman: "Sorry, umm… weak bladder?"

Hiratsuka: "Fine, whatever. Just go."

I grab my book bag and make my way out the classroom looking for that troublemaker. To her endearment, I'm pretty sure Ms. Hiratsuka picked up the fact that I'm going after Miura to check up on her. If it wasn't anymore apparent to her, she now knows that my Service Club case involves helping our class's prized female representative. I'm an open book in her eyes.

Yuigihama had a concern look before I ran after Miura, but it's my responsibility to figure out what that hotheaded queen wanted from me. Am I seeking her validation? Thinking that if I do one too many good deeds, that she'll finally cut me loose from her problems? Maybe so. After circling the campus, I finally landed in front of Miura sitting near the school's entrance, above the few flight of steps. I look up at her as she scowls at the very sight of me.

Yumiko: "Took you long enough."

I gotta approach her with good faith and get her to open up to me; building rapport, that's the goal. But what do I have to give as a peace offering to show that I mean no ill will? I think back to the meeting with Ms. Hiratsuka. Coffee did it for me, maybe it'll work for her too. I walk up the steps and take out that extra canned coffee I had planned to save for later, from my book bag, and offered it to her. She looks up at me with disgust. Of course it wouldn't work on her.

Yumiko: "No. Gross."

I sit next to her but also keeping a good distance away. Who knows what she'll do at this state. She might use that hand to strike me next.

Hachiman: "It's not so bad if you try it. You and your friends are always buying that Starbecks stuff, It's no different. In fact, I guarantee it's even tastier."

Yumiko: "I can't believe that idiot!"

I open the canned coffee and took a sip in assumption that she would carry the conversation. I was hoping she would decline this delicious beverage. Plus, something tells me I'm going to need a tremendous amount of caffeine for this conversation to go smoothly. Dibs!

Yumiko: "I mean, who the hell does he think he is, seeing her! And to top it off, breaking our promise like it was nothing? Unbelievable! I absolutely hate the Yukinoshita family!"

I guess that answers why the Service Club is canceled for today. I wish I could say the same about the position I'm currently in. Technically, I don't have to be here since helping Miura is considered a club priority and as Yuigahama stated earlier, club activities are canceled for today. But being too cheeky right now doesn't solve my overall problem. I take another sip of that needed caffeine while thinking of words that won't make her go full Rage Mode.

Hachiman: "You shouldn't have gone overboard like that."

Yumiko: "What are you even saying?! I thought you were on my side!"

Shit!

Hachiman: "Knowing Hayama, he doesn't get railed up like that. Like ever. And seeing that you were the one pinned against the wall, you instigated something you shouldn't have."

Do I have a death wish or something?! Come on Hachiman! It's no time to pry, it's consoling time… but like hell she really deserves it! I take another sip of coffee as sweat begins to break from my face.

Yumiko: "I admit, it was shocking at first, but he always played things so cool without any concerns for my feelings. Seeing that side of him kinda scared me a bit. But I'm more furious than I am scared right now."

Hachiman: "Bravo, you unlocked a new Hayama facial expression and as an added bonus, you made him feel bad about himself. When the Service Club told you to act differently, you DO know we meant that you needed to act more desirable in a less bitchy way… right?"

Forget it, I guess I'm subconsciously choosing death today.

Yumiko: "Gawd! Shut up! I couldn't help it, okay?! We made plans in advance to go shopping for our summer outfits. Just the two of us! But then he starts spouting some BS about meeting up with the Yukinoshita sisters. How am I supposed to feel about that?! It's not fair to me! I'm trying the best I can to get his attention but it's always back firing! Do they really take priority over me? I've been with him the most these past few years!"

Hachiman: "Believe me, if you haven't already, you now have his undivided attention."

Yumiko: "Tsk. Far from it. He's going to brush this off like everything else. I just know it, or maybe even something worse…"

Her rationality doesn't make complete sense to me. I could hardly believe that was the only reason why Hayama flipped the way he did. There's gotta be something else she's not telling me. If she doesn't want to tell me now, it'll all come to light eventually. Miura grabs the canned coffee that I was sipping from and took a large swig. She then dropped my can closer to her feet… my drink!

Wait, did she just indirectly kiss me?! Am I the only one concerned about this?! Is she gonna return the beverage back to me or not?! I kinda wanna reach over and take it back, but it would seem weird now that she took a drink from it. Plus it'll look awkward. It's not that I wanna put my lips on the same place she did. It's just, I really need my MAXIS Coffee to feel more at ease. Plus she said just a moment ago that it was gross! What do I do now?!

Yumiko: "Why are boys so damn difficult! What do those sisters got that I don't? I'm a hard working girl, with the latest fashion sense, and peers that respect me! Am I missing something? I should be a catch for any guy… Right Hikio?"

Hachiman: "If you put it like that, you are. But your expectations are pretty narrow. If you intentionally mean that Hayama is the embodiment of every guy in Soubu High, then you've got serious tunnel vision."

Yumiko: "Because deep down, his lifestyle compliments mine! Don't you get that?! I know he knows it too! How many times do I have to spell it for you?!"

She really needs to chill. The caffeine is affecting her process to speak improperly… I stare pass the school gates as I dream of taking another sip of my MAXIS beverage, but I know it's already too late. She stole my drink; she's such a bully. Maybe I should have left for home when I had the chance. I sigh in grief.

Hachiman: "You could be right. Who's to really say? Making him realize it, is a challenge on its own. Like we've been saying, you can't force anyone into having feelings for another person. And if you don't believe it now, you need to recall that time when Tobe and Ebina came to us for two completely separate but relatable issues. If I could speak the truth about what happened in class, making him out to be an example on public display; you most likely dealt him a feeling he never wants to experience again. I won't say he's going to look at you differently from now on, but from someone who's supposed to be a close friend, it's tarnishing to say the least."

Yumiko displays an uneasiness in her reaction to my logic. She twirls the can, mixing up what's left of the caffeinated drink as her toes point inward. Her shoulders tighten up and eyes grow wider. I think I might have touched a topic that she hadn't considered. Maybe she's realized how far she took the situation. Hopefully this is a changing point for her.

Yumiko: "This coffee is too damn bitter. Just like this conversation."

I swiftly echo my voice at her non-hilarious remark of my favorite coffee brand.

Hachiman: "Take that back! Its got 26 grams of sugar!"

Yumiko: "Yeah, no. It's gross. Just like you."

It's as though her reality is warped and she wants to ignore the obvious. So instead, she fools around with stupid banter. If I wasn't obligated to put up with her BS, this is where I walk away from it all. I'm actually glad that Hayama doesn't have to deal with a gal such as her. Yet here I am trying to get them hitched so I can make his life miserable. I look dumb founded at Miura as she takes another large gulp. She abrasively starts to choke as the liquid swiftly makes its way down her wind pipes. I lean over to reach out in concerns for her choking, but she extends her hand as to halt further actions from me. Reminiscent to someone in royalty who'd command a subordinate. I wanna grin so hard at her clumsiness and tell her that it servers her right for poking fun at MAXIS Coffee.

Yumiko: "I'm fine… *cough, cough, cough* Relax, I'm only kidding. But, I can't believe you actually showed up. Who knew you had such an endearing trait."

Hachiman: "Yeah? Well to your surprise, I have many positive traits!"

Yumiko: "As if! HAHAHA! *cough, cough, cough*"

Her trying to laugh makes me chuckle at the sight of her failing. But like before, it does make me wonder how genuine she truly is in front of her friends. When I see her around her companions, she's stern and calculated. Sure she has fun now and then, but it's as though she's doing it all for show; forced even. Miura's not being able to let loose because of this built up reputation she prides herself to be. She continues her banter with me, but her words are starting to sound all too familiar…

Yumiko: "…Hikio! Gawd, learn some manners! Anyways, what I was saying is that, I guess there's no turning back now…"

Wait, what was that? The hair on my arms stand upright in chills. Her words are playing exactly how they were in my dream. We drank champagne instead of coffee, but is this deja vu? Palms are starting to sweat. If she somehow elaborately got into this canned coffee to place a ring at the bottom of it, I guess I'd have to accept my fate.

Yumiko: "…So that's a yes right?"

Hachiman: "WHAT?! NO! I'm too young and still haven't decided on my career plan!"

Yumiko: "Hikio, if you don't stop talking like some psycho, I swear I'm gonna give you a second black eye myself! I was saying since Hayato just ghosted our plans, you're going to accompany me instead. Riiiight?!"

Everything is happening so fast! What should I say? I guess I should, but what if it leads into dining at a fancy restaurant and I have to wear a wedding dress?! I don't think my heart could take all that! I don't wanna marry a bully. I try to get out of it.

Hachiman: "But aren't you worried about your reputation? What if we run into someone we know. Would you really wanna be seen with the likes of me? It's not like we're even fake dating."

Yumiko: "Have more confidence in yourself! Isn't it your job to do what I say until I get with Hayato? GAH! No wonder you don't have any game! Besides… You won't have to worry about others staring… you'll be walking 20 paces behind me and I'll be in a disguise. So you see, I've already got it all planned out."

Nonchalantly, I retort back apathetically.

Hachiman: "Gee, thanks. Think I'll pass. Don't want you having to go through all that trouble."

Yumiko: "I'm actually being honest here. I'm telling you that I want to spend time with you. It's not a date or anything. Not even a fake one. Just imagine as though I'm Yui or that Yukinoshita girl. Besides, it's good to have second opinions on stuff. Granted, you have no fashion sense... idk how much you'd actually be useful now that I think about it."

I really don't feel comfortable with how this conversation is going.

Hachiman: "Fine, whatever. Let's just head back to class."

Yumiko: "Is it bad that I kinda don't want to? I embarrassed myself and Hayato probably hates me right now. Plus Ms. Hiratsuka is gonna scold me later."

You shoulda thought about that before you acted out. Nonetheless, I reassured her with some nice words.

Hachiman: "Knowing him, he'll get over it. Just do me a favor and try stepping down from your high horse and apologize to the guy. He is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. Am I wrong?"

Yumiko: "My entire life?! I mean, we're still just in high school, but we are seniors. So considering our future, I guess so."

Can she be more blatantly obvious? *Ugh.*

The final bell rings as Ms. Hiratsuka dismisses her class. Miura and Hayama stay behind to get their well deserved scolding. If it's anything like how she scolds me, they're in for one physical ride. I wait for Miura outside, but Yuigahama sneaks up on me. When did she get all stealthy?

Yui: "Hikki, What 'cha doin? You ready to go?"

Hachiman: "Yeah, I just gotta wait for Miura."

Yui: "Oh? Why's that? You didn't forget the plans we made after school, did you?"

CRAAAAP!

Hachiman: "No! Of course not!"

Yui: "Good! So you're just checking up on Yumiko? I thought something was up when you left the class the way you did. You went after her, right?"

I reluctantly shook my head vexatiously.

Hachiman: "Figured it was part of my responsibility."

Yui: "Funny, I don't remember 'consoling and worrying' part of the plan when we talked about you being her fake boyfriend?"

She's astute today. Wasn't she passed out half the time during that conversation? I recall her saying she didn't remember anything after waking up. So, how does she remember small details such as this, yet forgetting stupid things constantly? Looking at Yuigahama, a dark presence emanates around her. A killer's instinct? But this is the sweet Yuigahama, it's probably nothing. I take a step back just to be on the safe side.

Yui: "I'm not taking 'NO' for an answer. You're coming over!"

The classroom door slides open as the two troublemakers exit the room. Miura calls out to Hayama as he walks swiftly down the hallway. He seems defeated. Today, in no doubt, was every meaning of the word, taxing for him. Who could blame the guy, he never planned for this in the first place.

Yumiko: "Hayato wait! Listen, I shouldn't have acted out earlier. I didn't mean anything by it, honestly! And I shouldn't have taken things so far… s-s-sorry!"

Hayama looks straight at me. I'm pretty sure he knows that I was the one that convinced her to apologize.

Hayato: "You honestly didn't mean anything by it? Right. I gotta be somewhere."

We race over to Miura as Hayama leaves her behind. Going to meet up with Yukinoshita I suppose. Yuigahama places a hand on Miura's shoulder and reassures her that Hayama only needs some space to cool off.

Yumiko: "Right! Well, that takes care of that. Ready to go Hikio?"

Hachiman: "Yeah, about that…"

Yui: "Yumiko, Hikki promised to hang out with me today, so you can't have him right now."

Yumiko: "Seriously? You had plans already made and didn't tell me about them?"

Hachiman: "Sorry, it was kinda all of a sudden when you asked, and I honestly forgot about…"

Before I could finish, Yuigahama smiles innocently as she calls my name in a vile way.

Yui: "Hikki, did you say you forgot about our plans?"

I stutter to find my words. Never had I ever been put in a position where I had to choose to hang out with two different girls. At least not to this degree. The sad part is that I don't feel safe in regards to the options presented in front of me.

Yumiko: "Well, there's one way to settle this. Just decide right now. Who are you hangin' out with."

Hachiman: "Umm… would you look at the time. I gotta make sure Komachi is done with her class."

Yuigahama grabs my blazer.

Yui: "I texted her for you, remember? Telling her you'd be with me. A special request from you. Re-mem-ber?"

The ugliest look exudes from Miura's porcelain face. I really don't wanna get on her bad side, especially now that I've finally started to strike a normal conversations with her. Took a few weeks, but I feel I'm chipping away at that wall.

Hachiman: "Being part of the Service Club's reputation, shouldn't I accompany our client, Miura?"

Yumiko: "GAWD! How long are you gonna keep calling me by my surname?! Just use my first name idiot."

I recall the nightmare sequence again.

Hachiman: "Yu-Yu-Yumi-mi- I can't do it…"

Yumiko: "I can't believe you. How hard is it to say?! It's a lot easier to pronounce than your stupid name!"

Hachiman: "Hey! The feelings mutual! It's not like you call me by my first name either!"

Yumiko: "Yeah, Hachiman is too stupid sounding. Why do you think I call you Hikio. You should be glad I've given you such a cute nickname. Heard an owner call her Akita that."

The hell is that supposed to mean?! I'm no dog, let alone anyone's pet! And I'm pretty sure she's talking about that movie Hachi, the one about an Akita Inu. And for the record, that dog's name wasn't even close to sounding like Hikio! It's name is in the title, for the love of GAAHH! She's so frustrating!

Yui: "I thought it was because you couldn't remember his name like everyone else. I'm surprised."

Yumiko: "Really? How can you not? You of all people should understand since you too have a nickname for this idiot. Besides, it's meaning is pretty significant; that being the God of Archery and War. And honestly, it fits perfectly since our friend here likes to always start something, isn't that right, Ha-chi-ma-n!"

As upsetting as she is, I'm impressed. Had no idea she knew my actual name. Wait a sec, she did call it stupid. But rebutted when she stated facts. Although, as cool as the facts sounds, I'm no God of Archery and War. I was born on the 8th of August. That pretty much sums me up, but I'll let her keep thinking that. Also, the audacity of calling me a 'friend.' We're far from it!

Yumiko & Yui: "Hikio/Hikki! Choose already!

End.

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