Author's Notes

Hello folks! Quick update, dates have changed in regards of future chapter releases. You could find the dates on my profile page. The delay of a previous chapter made it difficult to keep to the original dates, thus making it difficult for me to remain on the old schedule. Due to my arthritis and lack of creativity in writing, caused the recent delay. It's currently in check, so I hope to continue on as planned with the new schedule.

Thank you again for taking the time to read my work. It means a lot to me and only invigorates me to continue with this story. There is an ending in mind, but it all depends how my overall moral towards the community is. I read all your comments and I do try to acknowledge most of you if given the opportunity. Thank you for the kind words as always. Speak to you in the comment.

Synopsis: Chapter 6 continues on from the previous chapter, where Hachiman is met with Yumiko at her residence. Things start to spiral out of control for Hachiman as certain situations begin to unfold. What's going to become of Yumiko's relationship Hayato now that a new foundation was laid down in front of her? Feelings tense up as Hachiman finds the meaning behind every action and reaction. Are they genuine or are they all a ploy?

OOC: 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 apologize. Hopefully that it doesn't take away from the story I want to tell.

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

Chapter Six - World's Collide

-EARLIER-

Lunch hour is coming to an end as I managed to obtain all the assignments from our teachers. It'll be a helpful asset for later. With her absence these last few days, plus midterms around the corner, Miura's gonna have to pull a miracle to play catchup Honestly, what was she thinking. Assignments left to obtain are from Ms. Hiratsuka, but I can grab them from her after school, no real rush.

Turning a corner as I walk back to my classroom, I am alarmingly met with Soubu High School's elected president, Isshiki Iroha. She slams hard into me as she flies backwards. Luckily for her, our abrupt collision hadn't harmed me in the least, so I was able to catch her before she hit the floor. I can't say the same for the file folders and paperwork which scattered all around us.

Isshiki: Hachiman! Err… I mean senpai!

Hachiman: "Hey. You alright there?"

I ask as I still hold her torso grippingly. It's as though she transferred all her weight onto her body after realizing I came in to sweep her off her feet... literally.

Isshiki: "Umm… yeah! It was just a surprise, running into you like this. You're not normally mobile during lunch hour."

Hachiman: "Right. Well, I had to talk to a few of my teachers in the teacher's lounge."

Isshiki: "Oh? I wonder what about. You keeping up with your studies Hachiman?"

Hachiman: "It's nothing big. Just a couple assignments I didn't understand."

Isshiki: "Yeah? Rumor has it, Princess Yumiko had been absent for the last few days. She wouldn't partially be your reason, I take it?"

Hachiman: "You're definitely quick to pick up. I'm actually doing fine in my classes. Can't say the same for that trouble maker though. Never known you to be so quick to pick up on situations. All those times getting you to be president, I thought you were just plain naïve."

I take a knee to the ground as I begin to assemble the scattered paper forms and file folders. My kohai swiftly follows suit.

Isshiki: "Hey! I take offense to that! Give me some credit! It is my second year being Student Body President. You learn a thing or two, ya know!"

Hachiman: "Can't argue with you there. But, sometimes I forget when I'm talking to you now. It's like you're still the same hopeless girl I helped last year."

Isshiki pauses for a second and whispers something but was too quiet for me to make out.

Isshiki [whisper]: "Sometimes I wish it could be like those endless days again…"

Hachiman: "I'm sorry, I didn't quite get what you said."

Isshiki: "What?! I mean… no. It's nothing. What I was trying to get at is that, I've got three times the staff now! After last years success, I gained so much more support. Honestly, I wouldn't be this lucky if it weren't for you and the rest of the Service Club."

Hachiman: "Yeah, but now, it seems as though we keep missing each other. When was the last time we spoke?"

Isshiki: "It's been a hot minute; that's for sure senpai."

Hachiman: "You'd figure with the amount of staff you have at your disposal, you'd be able to slack off a lot more easily."

Isshiki: "I know right? But it's the complete opposite unfortunately. The more students in the student body, the more work we have. Remember that one prom idea I came up with? Well, now we've got a whole slew of events planned! The meetings won't stop coming, senpai."

An uneasiness in her voice plus her persistent avoidance from my eyes. Her actions towards me is a bit concerning. It was never like this. At least not with Isshiki. It was always open and casual… genuine even. My speech starts to struggle in producing the words I want to convey to the underclassman.

Hachiman: "You're not avoiding… me… are you?"

Isshiki: "OF COURSE NOT! WHAT EVER GAVE YOU THAT IDEA?!"

Hachiman: "I just had a feeling is all. Thanks by the way. For having my back with the fight thing."

Isshiki: "How's she doing?"

Hachiman: "I don't know, honestly."

Isshiki: "Well, it seems like you have your job cut out for you then."

After picking up the last of her papers Isshiki recomposes herself by touching up her ruffled skirt.

Hachiman: "I could say the same for you, Pres."

Isshiki: "Right. Well, it's been great catching up Hachiman-senpai. I gotta get going. These reforms aren't going to file themselves!"

As my kohai starts to turn the opposite direction, I call out to her abruptly.

Hachiman: "Hey, umm. We should catch up sometime. Maybe go out for ice cream or whatever."

Bringing up a familiar topic as though I'm able to continue on from where our conversation last left off. She smiles as the petite girl brushes her fingers through the side of her head; grooming her hair.

Isshiki: "You missed your chance with that, remember?"

That's right… I did turn her offer down soon as I took Miura's case on my own. She didn't seem it at the time, but maybe she was the most upset from the outcome that conspired from the request that day. Or maybe, I'm just blowing things out of proportion. That she's actually been trying to do her best to be a decent student body president. Her action and tone says otherwise, though.

Hachiman: "Yeah… right…sorry…"

Isshiki: "Eh...hehehe… I'm only kidding. My next free time. Promise, we'll catch up, senpai."

She then takes her leave while I was left feeling empty. Hadn't felt so distant with her until now. Even when we first met, didn't take long until we hit it off. She'd be quick to pick up on my actions and also quick to retort something that would leave me speechless or slightly embarrassed. But just now, all of it seemed forced; the conversation, the mood, our actions, all of it.

Nothing genuine, nothing but lies. I want to fix whatever it is I missed, but how do I go about that when I have other people relying on me? I haven't even gotten the chance to talk with her about other things, like Ms. Hiratsuka's involvement. Was it the right move to help Miura; I start to think it wasn't. Or is it just easy for me to pin this whole thing on Miura again?

As school comes to an end, Yuigahama rushes out the classroom to meet up with Yukinoshita. I have my own mission to take care of, but first I have to talk with Ms. Hiratsuka. As everyone leaves the class, she and I are the only two bodies left. I zip up my bag and walk over to her desk as she diligently focuses on her own work. Don't think I'd ever seen her so focused before now. Who knew she had that kind of side to her. It's rather admirable now that I take a closer look at her. She then notices me as she looks up to speak to her student.

Hiratsuka: "Hikigaya. What's up? Didn't think you were still here."

Hachiman: "Sorry to keep you from your work. I just needed a favor."

Hiratsuka: "Depends on the favor. What can I do for you?"

Hachiman: "I volunteered to deliver assignments to Miura. So I was wondering if I could get her copy of the workload?"

Hiratsuka: "I had my suspicions. So you really are helping Miura out."

Hachiman: "Not quite."

Hiratsuka: "Oh? Then if you're not, why would you be made responsible to do this? Can't Yuigahama or Ebina do it instead? Last I checked, you two are like oil and water."

Hachiman: "Believe me, if her friends could, they would."

Hiratsuka: "So then it seems my suspicions were correct! That just leaves one more thing to ask, what exactly did you do to make Miura act up this way?"

Hachiman: "I'm not the only one at fault! She kinda brought it on her own when she snapped at Hayama."

There I go again… blaming her for convenience. Then again, the only reason why I'm subjected to doing this, is because of her shallow actions.

Hiratsuka: "That's true. But aren't you morally responsible for whatever that girl does until her request is fulfilled?"

Hachiman: "It has recently been expunged."

Hiratsuka: "Expunged? That's a strong word, Hikigaya. You sure you're using it in its proper context? Makes me wonder if you quit on her before or after the slap took place. In any case, it certainly explains a lot."

I turn my gaze away from my sensei in embarrassment. It can't be all my fault. There are so many moving pieces to her request. She's to blame for most of it; plus we can't forget Hayama's role in all this. But… if I take a step back and look at my own actions towards her, I guess I haven't really been supporting her. More so bickering back and forth. I guess I was still trying to fix a person that never wanted to be fixed.

Hiratsuka: "Question, if you forfeited the request, then why are you the one seeing her? To make amends?"

Hachiman: "No particular reason. Why you ask? Don't you miss your class' pride-and-joy student?"

Hiratsuka: "Only a guilty verdict redirects a question with their own. Plus, it's no joking matter. I am worried about her, such as with all my students when they start to act up. But maybe she could just be sick. Who's to say. Still begs to question, why you of all people should play the role as messenger boy."

Sensei's worried about her too? She is an educator; and it would be off pudding if she didn't care for her students I guess.

Hachiman: "To answer your question, it's a request made by Yuigahama. Not directly, might I add. In fact, aside from yourself, there are people in class who are worried about her. Not including yours truly. So…"

Hiratsuka: "…You've taken it upon yourself to see her pretty little butt back in class? How noble of you. Especially after 'expunging' a request. You could always just say 'No'. You sure it's just other people that are worried about her?"

Hachiman: "Like I just said, I'm not. Personally, I think she's being childish and that her little act is only going to harm her future greatly. So I really don't care what she does. It has no direct effect on me regardless; whether she actually wants to fix whatever it is that's bothering her, or not."

Hiratsuka: "Right. Seems like she's been occupying your mind as of late. I'll pretend I didn't hear you say that you were actually 'worried about her and that if she doesn't get her act together, she could really mess things up for herself.'"

Hachiman: "Why do you insist in putting words in my mouth that aren't true?"

Hiratsuka: "Because actions speak louder than words, my friend."

Hachiman: "Right. Well, thanks for the moral lesson. I guess it's time I left since I can't convince you."

I turn away from my sensei's desk and start to walk away before she calls out to me in a grinding manner.

Hiratsuka: "You forgetting something, Hikigaya?"

I turn back around as Ms. Hiratsuka hands me Miura's assignments. Can't believe it slipped my mind.

Hiratsuka: "Did I ever tell you that you're easily distracted? I was gonna pay her a visit myself if she didn't turn up tomorrow. But with midterms coming up, you'd actually be a life saver if you did this for me."

What was with her argument if she was going to rely on me to begin with?! It's no wonder I get distracted so easily. She gets me heated up on dumb conversation and it ends up with me overthinking things. Or at least considering her logic.

-PRESENT-

Miura answers the door in a domineering attitude; as though she's security at some government establishment that you'd have to get by if you wanted to enter. Except I don't plan to enter her house, more so her head-space.

Yumiko: "I saw you over the intercom by the way. Do you really have assignments for me or are you just here to piss me off even more?"

I pull out my book bag and showed them to her. Helpful assets can also be used for multitudes of other devices. Such as conversation starters. Sure I can explain the assignments, but I would then soon have to shift the conversation to her abrupt lack of attendance. Not really an easy topic to flounder from schoolwork. If she's anything like Yukinoshita, maybe she'd appreciate it if I just told her bluntly what everyone is thinking.

Hachiman: "Listen, I don't wanna take up too much of your time, but I do wanna speak to you about other things. School aside."

Yumiko: "Really. Well, I have nothing to say to you, Hikio. Just give me my assignments and be off."

Nothing like her brunette counterpart. That was my mistake. Her arms come up to her chest as she crosses them to close off her torso. A signifier that she's not interested in whatever I have to say, nor is she willing to share anything with me.

Hachiman: "Your friends are worried about you. They've even resorted to coming to me for help."

Yumiko: "So you're telling me you came here on their behalf? None of it was because you wanted to come here yourself?"

Hachiman: "How would I? I never knew where you lived until today. Besides, I figured you just needed space, considering what you've been through. The slap, our argument. You know..."

She blushes in embarrassment for a split second as I caught her off guard with my response.

Yumiko: "And with that, I'll happily take your advice!"

She snatches the assignments from my hands and orders me to leave. Just like a queen would. Honestly, what was I even expecting?! It's not like I enjoy being insulted by her and her bitchy attitude. If she wants to keep acting all 'high-and-mighty', then who am I to tell her otherwise?! As I reiterated before, I've told myself that I didn't want anymore involvement with this case.

Hachiman: "This was stupid. Whatever. See you around."

At the end of the day, she got her assignments and I spoken with her. She's fine; still upset, but fine. So there, I've fulfilled my obligations. I hear the door slam behind me as I exit her front yard and make my way down the street.

It's not until I reach the end of the block when footsteps start to clamor on the road behind me. The noise gets louder as it approaches nearer.

Yumiko: "Hey! Wait up!"

I stand there with my back towards her and my neck slightly rotated. If she has nothing useful to say, she'd only be wasting my time. I peek at her feet when I noticed her slippers aren't matching. Guessing she put on whatever she could in order to catch up to me. I wait for a follow-up.

Yumiko: "What's the real reason you decided to come by here? You have my number, so why didn't you just text me like everyone else? Or at least called?"

Hachiman: "I deleted your contact the night I said we were done. Seemed only necessary."

Yumiko: "I really WAS just another job to you, huh."

Hachiman: "Why would you expect anything more from our relationship? Let me explain this in the most basic sense, we're two stars in a massive solar system, billions of miles from each other. We have our own little worlds, lives. I've got mine, and you've got yours. Is that dumbed downed enough for you?"

Yumiko: "So how long are you gonna keep making excuses?!"

Hachiman: "What are you getting at…"

Making excuses? When she says those words, I'm reminded of a daunting memory? No! every choice I've made had been calculated and methodical. She's the one out here in her house clothes with oddly matching slippers, putting up a fit by skipping school and yet she has the audacity to say I'm the one making excuses?

Yumiko: "Admit it! You're scared! Like me! I know it! Just admit it! With everything going on, what have you actually accomplished in the past three years? How much of an impact have you made? Personal growth? Hikigaya, Tell me?!"

Her almond shaped eyes swell up. Do I cause her this much pain? This isn't just about Hayama anymore. Something more than that. Was this something I overlooked with her?… Or something that I unintentionally started. I turn around to face the blonde girl in house clothes. I slowly approach her as I take the time to form my next words.

Hachiman: "You don't want things to end so soon… You're… scared that after you graduate, you think you haven't accomplished everything you wanted in the past three years you had. Is that what you're really concerned about?"

She falls to the ground sobbing. I think I might have hit the nail on the head. This really isn't about just some high school romance anymore. And yet, what does she have to complain about? She's the popular girl that reigned throughout my three years. I on the other hand hadn't really amounted to much. Always saying that I don't try. Arguing for the sake of arguing; my only best trait, that and being Komachi's older brother.

Was I unintentionally trying to help her because I saw myself in her failures? Again, why does the girl that seems to have everything, weep as though she has nothing? In the end, she's more socially capable than I could ever be in my lifetime. It's how I was brought up. I crouch down to get on her level. Maybe she's not looking for recognition but affirmation. Someone to tell her the words that I too wish to hear someday.

I lay my hand on top of her head. I'm not good at these things. I don't even know if this is the right gesture. She'll probably think it's gross. I gently pat her head and tell her a lie that would convince her to move on from her current dilemma. A lie that shouldn't amount to anything, but maybe to her, it'll find it's way in her condescending personality. It's a kind of lie that would only be made truth from someone who genuinely cares. Something I long to hear myself, but she needs to hear it more than I do right now.

Hachiman: "Hey… look at me for a sec. You'll be fine. You're good enough. So don't let all this noise get you down. Keep your chin up and I promise it'll all work out. You're strong and capable to move mountains if you wanted. So don't let something so small get to you."

She looks at me with those tearful olive-green eyes. I hate that these past three years flew by. Those words were a lot harder to say than I expected. The genuine feeling I've been searching for, only appeared a handful of times. Not enough to establish any real connection with anyone other than the small friends I've grown accustomed to. But what about genuinity in the norm? Even after I graduate, would my impenetrable walls still be hard to tear down, that no one would want to deal with me? If that's the case, how would I ever make it in everyday society?

It's scary to think about. And now that I've taken a step back to theorize my hypothesis, high school would be a safe haven, no matter how terrible of an experience I actually had. So long as I can keep attending with who I'm meant to be; but the school year is coming to an end, prepared or not. We'd then be pushed unto society. No longer will we have training wheels such as: faculty, counselors, principals, teachers, colleagues, to fall onto.

Yumiko: "Hikio."

Hachiman: "You're absolutely right. I'm making excuses because I'm scared of what life comes after high school. Will I be good enough? Will people accept me? Am I still going to be like this? I guess if there's one thing we can agree on, it's that, I'm scared too. Frightened even. I hadn't known this sort of thing would ever cross your mind. So sorry for not understanding your true feelings before, Miura."

Deep down, she probably understands that she has no real say in whether Hayama decides to stay or study abroad. She just wanted to try her hardest, in her final days of high school, to get closer to the boy she fell in love with so many years ago. It's kind of a tragic tale if I think about it.

It ends with her heart shattered to pieces. A lowly queen that stands on the precipice of her summit just to look out at her kingdom with no one by her side. I stand from the concrete floor as I lend her my hand. She grabs without any fuss as I hoist her up.

I really hope I was able to give her some peace of mind. Not just for the sake of other classmates worrisome over their queen, but to also regain that spark she lost after this whole romance fiasco. I let her hand go soon as I know she could stand on her own.

Hachiman: "You need me to walk you back?"

Yumiko: "I'll be fine. Thanks for bringing my assignments, Hikio. I started to worry about the workload myself."

Hachiman: "Well, being held back would answer all your worries too, right?"

Yumiko: "That's not funny, Hikio."

The girl raises an eyebrow to my quick lip. As she turns around to retreat back to her abode, Miura makes a misstep from her unlatching footwear and stumbles. She leans in closer to my torso for support as I subconsciously grab hold of her. Unromantically, we both fall straight back onto the concrete flooring as we hit the hard surface. Our faces are centimeters apart as we stare into each others' eyes; almost getting too lost. Although I know our relationship is that of a professional nature, my heart still manages to race when I'm this close to a cute girl. I break her concentration from mine by looking a different direction.

Hachiman: "Are… you alright."

Yumiko: "No. You should have caught me before I hit the floor. Plus mom's gonna kill me. This slipper was her favorite pair."

Funny, I didn't have a problem with Isshiki when she had bumped into me earlier. Regardless, I help the klutzy girl back up on her feet. I insisted in walking her back to her front door again, since she only had the one functioning sandal. But halted further actions from me as she hops on one foot back home. I make my way down the street before turning around to look at how ridiculously she hops like a bunny. With all her bravado, she's hilarious when her pride gets demoralized like that.

Later that night, laying in the dark, I text Yuigahama mentioning that she had nothing to worry about with Miura. Miura had told me to tell everyone that she was down with a high fever. So I'm doing just that. Again, none of my business what superficial lie she comes up with. This actually makes it easier for me too. It means I don't have to tell anyone we actually talked about anything important. 'She was too sick to talk to, so I just dropped off the assignments as she stood there looking like total crap.' Being the messenger boy is starting to get draining, that's for sure. Now that her case finally comes to a complete close, I can scratch this off my list and focus on my midterms. I did mention earlier I don't normally have to worry about my grades, but that doesn't mean I can't not study.

School proceeds to roll by the following morning. Could I add that it's also a Friday. Finally made it through the week. I've been looking forward to this weekend. Not for anything special, but because this entire week ended up being a handful.

Miura walks through the classroom door as if nothing had changed. She goes to her group of friends who were all worried for her. Hayama included, as he acts normally talking to her. She's giggling in a flirtatious way, like normal. This is good. If I wasn't sure before, I'm sure now; I can really close the books on this one.

As an added bonus, seems that Hayama is more concerned with Miura. So mission somewhat accomplished. It's what we promised her to begin with if I remember correctly.

Hina: "I'm so relieved you're feeling much better, Yumiko-chan!"

Yui: "You really scared us Yumiko. But then Hikki texted me saying that you had a fever, I could only wonder if you needed any help."

Yumiko: "I'm capable of taking care of myself. But thank you, everyone. I couldn't risk my friends getting sick, so I limited my conversations. Sorry guys."

Hayato: "Please, you don't have to apologize for anything."

Hina: "Yeah! Hayato is completely right! It's not your fault you got sick. If anything we're sorry we couldn't do much to help."

Yumiko: "No, no, it's fine. Really. Your sentiments are enough, honestly."

Kakeru: "What a relief it ended up being Hikitani of all people that delivered your assignments. Way to take one for the team. Am I right?!"

Yumiko: "Sure… I guess. Hehehe."

Kakeru: "But I'd be careful guys, Yumiko's back so soon after Hikitani visited her. Maybe he caught her fever. Just to be on the safe side, I propose six feet for social distancing around Hikitani! Hahaha!"

And the jokes begin. Then again, I was starting to miss them. Maybe just a little. It's good though. That's how it should be. This is what high school will always be for me. I can't change that or myself for that matter. And I really don't plan on it.

To my core, I like who I turned out to be. If no one else can see me for me, then that's fine so long as I can. I like… who I turned out to be… Not everyone can have fond memories of high school… unfortunately I fall in that category; destined to follow down a path of despair.

WHATEVER! I'm going to be filthy stinking rich when I'm older anyways! That's how these things work… right? The loser kid ends up being the richest person in the room… or something like that?

Kakeru: "I guess we should start calling him Sickitani now! Am I right guys? HaHaHa!"

Alright, his laughter is getting a bit obnoxious. I lay my head on my desk as I cover my ears from that oaf's annoying laughter. Ever heard of tumultuous consideration for others? Not everyone wants to hear you speak. Jeez.

Yumiko: "That's Enough! Shut The Hell Up Tobe! Gah! Why do you keep beating a dead horse. It's NOT funny."

Yui: "Yumiko?"

Kakeru: "Hey, my bad all. I didn't mean it. It was just harmless fun."

Yumiko: "Harmless? Ever consider that to the guy you're bullying?"

Kakeru: "Bullying? But I'm not… it's Hikitani we're talking about. He wouldn't care."

Hayato: "Now, now, let's just all calm down. I'm sure Tobe meant nothing by it. He's just being Tobe."

Hina: "Yeah, he jokes around like that all the time. Hehehe."

Yumiko: "Have none of you learned anything these past three years?"

I sense a great disturbance in the Hayama force, and her name is Yumiko Miura. Honestly after so many years, it really doesn't phase me. As wrong as it may seem, it's a bit too late for you to stand up for me, Miura. You'll only look like a fool, and I'm not helping you out with this one. Can't do it. The sooner things get back to normal, the better it is for everyone else.

Yui: "Yumiko, where are you going?"

Minding my own business until a cast shadow hovers over me. I look up and see Miura of all people. Why am I not surprised.

Hachiman: "Now what, Fire Queen?"

With a death glare from her anaconda piercing eyes staring down at my apathetic dead fish eyes, she shouts at me to make herself noticed throughout the entirety of our class.

Yumiko: "You and I are going on a date! After class! And I'm not taking NO for an answer! Got that Hikio?!"

The whole class is in shock as the blonde gal made her proposal quite clear. Is this another sick joke? Before I knew it, Miura flips her hair then crosses her arms. Fierceness in her eyes, but it also provoked a certain confidence, thus leaving me speechless.

She then walks back to her seat as the class, Yuigahama especially, became too shocked for words. Ebina pinches her friend to snap her out of her wandering delusions. The bell finally rings as it indicated the beginning of the school day. Did I mentioned that I've been raging for this weekend to come along?

Ms. Hiratsuka: "Right, and with that, let's begin the morning announcements."

The evening rolls along as my after school criteria now involves the mall and shopping for outfits. Miura happily takes the lead as we both stroll around, window shopping.

Hachiman: "I told you already, I'm done with this case. It's better if you just move on already. If Hayama didn't before, he knows now that we're only trying to mentally get to him."

Yumiko: "Hikio, I honestly don't have a clue what you're blabbering on about. We're on a date, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't bring him up."

I can hardly believe that this girl wants to date someone like me. We got to know each other for a couple weeks. How does that construe to fawning over someone that you ultimately despise. I'll eventually get the truth out of her. But this whole fiasco is completely out of the ordinary for me so the situation is rather burdensome.

Hachiman: "A legit date… with me? I'd beg to differ; given the circumstances. But sure, I'll play along for now. Your friends are following us, pretending we can't see them. They're curious and most likely worried. Maybe you really are sick. I think we should get you home."

Yumiko: "BTDubs Hikio, you've now been over to my place. When do I get to see your place?"

Hachiman: "Like hell that'll ever happen! Let's get back to the topic, what are we gonna do about your - - -"

Before I could finish speaking, she places her index finger up to my chatty lips.

Yumiko: "Stop being so flustered. It's rather cute, but stop. If you're really concerned, then you can say… that… I'm taking another page out of your book."

Hachiman: "I don't get it. What book? Did you sneak a peak at my light novel?!"

Yumiko: "What I mean is, I'm moving on, Hikio."

Hahciman: "I'm sorry?! Moving on how? By making me your pity buddy?"

Yumiko: "Gawd! Can you like shut up for a sec. I swear, you're the most annoying boy I'd ever had to deal with. Just come to the fitting room. I need your opinion on these outfits."

She slams a few different outfits onto me as I follow her towards the fitting area. Why all of a sudden am I lost for words? I don't know if it was just the randomness of this situation, or the fact that Miura just completely shut me down by averting the matter at hand. Nonetheless, I have zero words to describe this uncomfortable feeling.

Looking outside towards a giant glass window, my eyes catch a glimpse of a couple familiar faces, Yuigahama and Yukinoshita. Currently identifying them, they seem to both be wearing a half-assed disguise of sorts. It's sadly a disquiet attempt. Sorry girls but large sunglasses, a hat, and changing your hairstyles don't mean I can't pick you out from a crowd. You two stick out like a sore thumb and I'm pretty sure that other mall goers are suspect about your attire as well. I can't be the only one.

Turning my gaze back at Miura's friends, Ebina, Hayama, and Tobe, they're acting as if nothings out of the ordinary. Sure to them it may seem that way, but not with me. I mean Ebina is furiously staring straight at me with her cheek nearly up against the glass. Not showing any signs at being covert. How awkward can you get? Moments pass as Miura stunningly exits the fitting room with her first outfit.

Yumiko: "So, what do you think about this one Hikio?"

She walks towards me, adding a little pep in her step as though she's a runway model. What am I doing here again? A white designer top with an intricate cutaway design balancing her bottom half with a pair of faded jeans with detailed rips; calves exposed as she steps into a pair of white basketball shoes. For added contrast of color to her already striking outfit: a green plaid long sleeve is wrapped around her waist, large purple lens sunglasses over her eyes, and a snapback cap on her head. She looks like your typical All-American girl, but with that blonde hair, she pulls it off quite well.

Hachiman: "It looks good on you…I guess."

If you're into that stuff. Compliments, forced. Sweat races down my face from the awkwardness I've been put in. What do I do in these situations? If this really isn't for Hayama, then why me of all people? There are other guys she's more closely familiar with that have similar fashion taste and mindset… like Tobe… I'm not even joking. Anyone is better than me with these kinds of activities.

Hachiman: "Question."

Yumiko: "You may speak."

She didn't have to reply so suddenly. I don't need permission to talk. I was going to ask regardless! I reluctantly ask my question as my mood heightens to being more nervous.

Hachiman: "Just how many of these outfits do I have to sit through?"

Yumiko: "Until you pick one. You that bored with me?"

Hachiman: "Miura! You can't be serious! Let's just go grab Ebina from outside. She seems ecstatic to be here. She can help you out with the rest of your shopping."

Yumiko: "That wasn't the deal! I don't want her messing around while we're on a date. Also, Don't call me by my surname anymore. It sounds annoying every time you say it. Just brings up bad memories."

I still can't get a read on her! Damn it!

Yumiko: "Call me Yumiko. Got it? Hikio? Yumiko Hikio… has a nice ring to it. Cute even. Lolz."

I'm dying!

Hachiman: "Yeah, that's not happening. Remember when I tried using your first name? Couldn't do it. Still can't"

Yumiko: "Well you're not calling me Miura. So think of something else!"

Ugh… This is frustrating. She's frustrating. Miura continues her conversation with me.

Yumiko: "Don't forget, you owe me this much, at least… Remember? You promised me you would accompany me to pick out summer outfits..."

Even though we were exchanging conversation like normal, her demeanor change slightly. Her olive-green eyes that are hiding behind her shades are blankly staring downward. Lips have shrunk from her usual loud tone and her shoulders are slightly pushed up. Why of all times, now is she being all cutesy?! But, I guess she does bring up a valid point.

Hachiman: "Alright. Sorry. You're right. I guess I do owe you this much."

Whatever helps her cope. I'm convinced she really is sick… mentally sick. And just like that, the once reluctant girl turns her attitude around. She screams in joy as she rushes back into the fitting room. Well, at least I could conclude that her emotions seems to reflect how she's feeling; happy. Unless it's all an act of course. I can't keep my guard down with her.

As the joyous blonde goes back into the fitting room, I gaze back at our fellow colleagues. Soon as they realize that I'm aware of their ploy, they react by playing it cool' as though they just so happen to be at the mall the same time as we are and at the same shop as Miura and I are. Well, I guess Miura shouting about our afternoon plans is one way to invite your group of friends. They should just come in and stop making me feel so out of place. But if I say anything to them, I already know Miura would be pissed at me.

Without me noticing, a girl with a pair of hair buns stealthily sneaks up behind me.

Yukino: "Hikigaya, so what's actually going on here?"

Hachiman: "Jeez! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Don't sneak up on me like that."

Yukinoshita takes a moment to stare at me idly. As though she's observing what I had just said.

Yukino: "That's a shame."

Hachiman: "Are you suggesting that I should have gotten a heart attack?! Never mind that! You do know we can see all of you spying on us. Right?"

Yukino: "Really? And to think you wouldn't recognize me in my Mr. Pan Panda hairstyle."

The twin buns you had Yuigahama style for you? If anything, it made it that much easier to spot you with those things popping out from the sides of your head! Yukinoshita, I really don't wanna say this to your face because you'd probably think rude of me, but it's a dead giveaway! Honestly I'm surprised that you were able to ninja your way behind me without me noticing.

Hachiman: "Well, it's exactly as Yuigahama explained it to you… I assume she explained it to you?"

Yukino: "More or less. So it's an official date with queen bee then?"

Hachiman: "Seems that way. Can't say for sure. There's still some part of me that's reluctant of it all. That she's just trying to get back on Hayama's good graces."

Yukino: "I see what you mean. Could of been her plan all a long. An organic way to fake dating Hikigaya without raising suspicion of her true intent."

Hachiman: "It's exactly as you say. Glad we're on the same page."

The silly looking brunette starts to ponder. Maybe out of suspicion. Maybe about something else; I can't really say. All I know is that she's a ponderer. Her index finger curls up towards her lips as she stares aimlessly.

Yukinoshita: "We are on the same page, aren't we. Hmmm… Well, good luck. I'll see you after the weekend then? Try not to die, Hikigaya."

I could only assume that she would rather not waste her time following us around for something so trivial. That her time doing something else would be more productive. I would agree. If I could, I would have escaped this situation long ago.

Hikigaya: "Roger that."

Yukinoshita: "Alright then. See you later, Hikigaya…"

Yukinoshita finally takes her leave and no longer is concerned in my affairs with Miura. She and Yuigahama both leave for the afternoon after Yukinoshita assures her friend what was going on. Moments later, a slight whisper calls out to me. Miura sticks her head out of the fabric that divides her and myself. She holds an agitated look at me then hides back into the fitting room. Her hand then waves me over to her. Curious of her recent actions, I stand from where I was sitting and get closer to the fitting room.

Hachiman: "I'm not coming in if that's what you're wanting from - - -"

Without completing my response, her hand yanks my neatly pressed collar as she drags me into the enclosed space with her. Great, now my shirt is ruined! Wondering what could be so important, Miura's bare back puts a shock to my face as it becomes completely flushed red. This can't be right! Get me out of this situation! I can't be in here, but my legs won't move. Am I entranced by her porcelain skin, her exposed nape, the timid voice, her cute but annoyed looking face?

Yumiko: "Hikio, it got stuck… the zipper. Sorry."

Hachiman: "Are you crazy? You can't just drag me in here."

I try my hardest to not make too much of a sound as I continue my frantic murmuring. Still trying to make sense of this entire situation.

Hachiman: "Let me get the store clerk."

As I was about to exit the fitting room, I feel Miura's supple body grab hold of me. She's soft. This brings back memories from last year; she had clumsily slipped after finding out that Hayama and I were essentially hanging out with Orimoto and her colleagues. Pink… WHAT AM I SAYING? THIS ISN'T THE TIME TO BE REMINISCING OF SOMETHING SO INDECENT. At least I was able to run from that situation shortly after. Can't say this is anything like that.

Hachiman: "Hey, let go. I can feel... them... against me…"

Yumiko: "Don't leave. What if our classmates spot us leaving the the fitting room together? It'd be so embarrassing!"

Did the nosy group see me get dragged in here by this distressed girl? Logially, I don't see her point. We can't stay in here forever.

Hachiman: "So what do you propose."

She finally lets me go as I turn around to face her. She holds up her dress from the front as it remains half zipped up, but quickly loosens her fingers from her dress to wrap her arms around my neck; getting closer to my face. Her utter confidence is makes me feel weak in the knees again.

Yumiko: "I finally have you in my clutches Hikio."

She smirks connivingly as she entraps me with her anaconda eyes and constricting arms.

Yumiko: "I don't know what type of girl you're into. Maybe someone like Yukinoshita or Yuigahama perhaps? Maybe Isshiki? But, to answer your question, I propose we officially start da…"

I swiftly cover her lips with my palm. I abjure my previous question! This unhinged girl doesn't need to be spilling anymore words. I'm ill equipped in dealing with these types of situations. It's too much for me to handle. The gal turns back around as she hoists her long hair up. That was a quick way to shut her up. peeking around to see her face, she's red in the face. Was it something I did?

Yumiko: "...Can you at least fix the zipper?"

I slowly try to jimmy the zipper loose as I first zip it down to it's starting position. Seem as though some of her long hair jammed the zipper. Carefully I untangle her hair from the zipper then slowly zipped it up into place. She turns to face me and does a twirl with her white sundress. Her face still flushed; It's cute…

Yumiko: "Well? How is it?"

To her left sits a straw hat. I grab it and plop it on her head. Soon as my face starts to blush in response, I pull the hat further down, covering her face. I can't look at her right now.

Yumiko: "Hey! Hikio, I can't see!"

Hachiman: "Consider us even for dragging me in here with you."

I leave the closed quarters of Miura quickly before she could witness me disappear. Then I make my way outside the clothing store waiting for her while paying no attention to Hayama and his friends.

Remember, this is Miura of all people. The Fiery Queen. Being cute doesn't automatically win points with me. Determining anything genuine with her when I'm have this feeling that the whole thing is just an act, isn't going to have me harbor any meaningful gestures from me.

From a distance, Miura sits alone at an empty table twirling her hair looking bored. I approach her with a smoothie from King Smoothie; upon her request. Didn't tell me what flavor she wanted, only that she was thirsty and wanted a smoothie. As I slowly walked over, my mind starts to consider turning the other way and ghosting. Gotta suck it up, Hachiman!

I got her something with strawberry and pineapple; mocha banana for myself. Closest thing to coffee they had. Looking around, I noticed that our classmates decided to back off; about time too. Though I wasn't acting in front of them, pretending that they're not there was getting mentally straining. I take my seat in front of her while I idly wait for further instructions from this contrived date. She's not complaining about her drink; so far so good.

Hachiman: "Anyways…"

She cuts me off

Yumiko: "Remember what you said to me the other day?"

Hachiman: "Which day was that exactly?"

Yumiko: "The day you stopped by to deliver my class assignments."

Hachiman: "What about it?"

Yumiko: "You said 'we're two stars in a massive solar system, billions of miles from each other. We have our own little worlds, lives. You've got yours, and I've got mine.'"

What exactly is she getting at? It's pretty obvious. Have you seen the people you hang around with? Now compare that to the low life that's sitting across from you.

Yumiko: "Yet, here we are Hikio. Drinking smoothies together. Sharing a day."

I hate smoothies. I want a coffee. A MAXIS coffee to be exact. The way she's taking my own words and saying it, makes it sound rather romantic. She took it way out of context. But why wouldn't she. 'sharing a day'? I guess she forgot that it was my 'dumbed down explanation' for why we can never be any more than acquaintances. A friendship with her would never stick; not now nor in the long run. We're just way too different. She continues to talk as I reluctantly listen.

Yumiko: "If we are in different worlds, then what would you call today? You said something about us being like stars that are billions of miles from each other and yet Hikigaya, you made a fatal error in your logic."

What exactly is she trying to get me to understand? What error is she referring to? I hold my questions so is to let her finish her monologuing.

Yumiko: "We share the same space, Hikio. When the people in our own separate worlds or universe or whatever you want to call it, look up, they'd see us occupying that same sky. So some stars shine brighter than others. If I had noticed you sooner, I would have shined brighter just to say 'Hello' Hikio."

You've noticed and ignored me for three years. What the hell are you even saying? Is it because I don't "shine" like Hayama? So I say a few pretty lies and now you wanna act all admirable?! After finishing her little rant, she charms me with a smile. Superficial, it's not the real thing! Don't get distracted, Hachiman. Still, my cheeks turn a slight red. I can only blame the smoothie for my current reaction!

I'm probably making a weird look right now, especially with these freaky fish eyes. I shouldn't be concerned what anyone thinks. So why is it bothering me now?! Nonetheless, I muster up something to say. Nothing meaningful, just dumb banter. Conversation to pass the time, the type of conversation I avoid.

Hikigaya: "What are you getting at exactly. That our worlds are one and the same? That some stars shine brighter than others? If I'm a star, does that make Hayama the sun?"

Yumiko: "God you're dense. I'm saying I like you."

Is she for real right now? It's only me and her with no Hayama to witness this. Great timing Hayama! The moment when you're actually needed! This still has to be an act. I refuse to believe this is her genuine feelings! My so called youth romance isn't exactly going as planned! I should have expected this. Why didn't I?

Hikigaya: "Hey, don't you wanna save that line when Hayama is actually around to hear it?! It would definitely make him jealous! Hahaha!"

Yumiko: "Hikio, you're complete trash. Go die. Or in this case, burn out."

Cunning witch!

I walked through a door I was not prepared to enter. How did it end up like this? I don't remember going down this route? I could of sworn I severed all ties in order to make sure this does not ever happen. So why is this happening to me? Is there a previous save point I can go back to? Or is it on auto-save and it's already too late?

It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows as I expected when going on a date with a girl. Is she serious about us? If so, then why can't I seem to drop my guard around her? And what exactly did she mean by she "likes me"? There's multiple possibilities to that phrase. Does she Like Me like me? Or does she just like me like a friend?

Are we actually friends now? I'm pretty sure I skipped a couple steps if we are! That's what it feels like anyways; forced and rushed. I'm starting to get a migraine just thinking about the whole thing. Attending classes from this point, will be daunting. I am fortunate that today is Friday. But after today's "date", I did obtain Miura's contact again; more so, she took my phone and forced it in there. Threatened me that if I ever lost it again, she'd kill me. Hehehe… well crap. As I continue to lay on the couch pondering about today's unfortunate events, Komachi forcefully opens the front door; surprising me in the process.

Komachi: "Big brother! I'm home with groceries!"

Hachiman: "Oh? Well lemme help you out there, Komachi."

Komachi: "No need! Taishi-kun has it."

Hachiman: "Who?"

Saki: "My little brother? Or did you forget already, Hikigaya… I mean HA-CHI-MA-N?!"

Hachiman: "Kawasaki! Oh and Kawasaki's little brother!"

Taishi: "I'm Kawasaki too ya'know!"

Hachiman: "Oh right. How did I ever forget."

Great, I wasn't expecting this. My brain is still fried from the events of today and I could really use some time to myself from all the social interactions. But, obviously I'm not getting that any time soon. Gotta be hospitable to our guests. At least I still got the rest of the weekend. Miura mentioned she'd be busy with work this weekend… like I care, but she insisted I know. At least her drama is on hold for the time being.

Komachi: "Sorry big bro, I would have sent you a text that they were coming, but my hands got full. Taishi-kun and I ran into each other while I was at the market. He offered to help carry some bags, like a real gentleman!"

I look at Taishi blushing like some housebroken pup that just got praised from his owner. I swear Taishi, the closer you get to my little sister, the closer you are to death! I look over at the older Kawasaki as she stares me down with an antagonizing expression. The importance of a wingman having your six. I get it now.

Saki: "Hikigaya! Errr… I mean, HA-CHI-MA-N, what exactly do you have against my little brother?"

Hachiman: "Wow, don't force yourself to call me by my first name or anything. I don't have anything against the smaller Kawasaki. Promise, nothing at all."

The hotheaded tsundere blushes as she stutters in explaining something that really doesn't need explaining. Even I get that it could get confusing calling our surnames with siblings.

Saki: "I-I-I didn't wanna confuse the two of you when I say Hikigaya! That's all! I didn't mean anything else by using your first name! Anyways, forget it! That look you just gave my little brother was very menacing. Don't make me fight you!"

Hachiman: "Rude much! This is just how I look."

Saki: "Oh believe me, I know how you look! And that look earlier was not your normal look."

Hachiman: "What are you even saying? Do you actually pay attention to my facial expressions, Saki?"

The girl with the ponytail blushes hard from embarrassment.

Saki: "What?! Um! I mean… no. I just meant, you look at Komachi differently. Shut up! And don't just casually call me by my first name! Anyways, we can't stay long, we still gotta relieve our babysitter from Keika. I'm pretty sure that girl is making her do all kinds of embarrassing things. Let's take our leave Taishi!"

Taishi: "Ummm, sis. I kinda promised Komachi-chan that we'd stay for dinner."

The shock from both me and Kawasaki are at max level! We scream in unison as we demand an explanation from our younger counterparts.

Saki: "Taish! When did you promise that? You knew we had a sitter for Keika today."

Taishi: "Yeah, so that's why I figured it was okay."

Saki: "Sorry Hikigayas, this was unexpected. Taishi, we can't stay. We gotta get going."

Taishi: "Can't you just call the sitter? Maybe she'll be fine with it."

With a daunting assertion from my pissed off attitude, I hover over the naïve kohai.

Hachiman: "I guess being in high school means, you're now big enough to defy your elders. Right, Taishi?"

Saki: "Hikigaya!"

Komachi & Hachiman: "Yeah?"

Saki: "Errr… The idiot Hikigaya! Quit tormenting with my little brother. I'll deal with this, got it?!"

Later that night, Saki and I sit on the couch as she pouts in dismay. Our two younger siblings are in the kitchen cooking. Well, mostly Komachi. Taishi is playing sous chef. You better watch your back my young friend! Or a knife might find its way... I shouldn't be thinking such dark thoughts. I face Taishi's older sister.

Hachiman: "Deal with it huh?"

Saki: "Sorry about this HA-CHI-MA-N…"

Hachiman: "Seriously, don't force yourself if it's too hard."

The girl with the iceberg colored hair twiddles with her fingers as she strays her eyes away from mine.

Saki: "Well, I gotta get used to it if our siblings continue to go behind our backs…"

Hachiman: "Seriously, what has gotten into Komachi lately? Not contacting me; let alone inviting a boy over."

Saki: "Go easy on her. She was nervous the entire time I was with the two of them."

Hachiman: "Wonder why that is. She really enjoys your company. Did you somehow make her feel nervous?"

Saki: "Really?! I was not a third wheel! I mean, sure she was kinda surprised when I appeared after Taishi did, but now that we go to the same high school, it's expected walk home together… SHUT UP Hikigaya! I'll punch you!"

Hachiman: "Okay fine, I won't say anymore about it. Although it was pretty hilarious how your babysitter called at the exact moment you were just about to leave. What were the odds of that?!"

Saki: "Seriously, I don't make that much already. Yet, she's a good girl, so I guess I don't mind her staying for overtime. But she better not make this a habit."

Hachiman: "Reminds me of someone who use to work like crazy for their own needs."

Kawasaki's cheeks go pink slightly. I could only imagine that she was pleased with how we handled her case from last year.

Saki: "Shut up idiot! That was a low part of my life. I am glad that you were the one to help steer me towards the right direction though. I don't remember if I ever gave you my thanks."

Hachiman: "Sure. It really was nothing."

Saki: "And for today, thanks for having us unexpectedly. Before I knew I could control the situation, it was already out of my hands. But I'd be lying if I said I'm not relaxed. Sometimes, a lot of times, I can get busy with: work, school, the family, etc. So I forget I'm only human and that overworking myself will only get me sick, causing more problems than there needs to be."

It does sound like she needs to take more breaks. Personally, I'm always down for a break. If I'm not in school dealing with classes or club activities, I'm slothing at home.

Hachiman: "I guess I don't mind you dropping by once in a while. It'll definitely make Komachi happy. Just give me a heads up before hand."

Why am I getting sweaty all of a sudden? It's only a fellow classmate. Not like we're anything more than that. Plus, we do have a couple things in common; example, our siblings and how much we love to dote on them.

Saki: "WHAT ARE YOU PROPOSING HACHIMAN?!"

Hachiman: "Hey you said my name! Sounded less forced that time. But I wasn't proposing anything. Just helping out any way I can. I'm always lazing around during my time off, sucks that you're always a busy body. So just stop by if you ever wanna hang out. I'm pretty sure either Komachi or I or both of us will be here."

Saki: "Well… thanks… I guess. Oh right, Umm, I heard something was going on with Miura and it involved you. What's that about?"

Great, I really needed a break from this topic. If Miura's not physically causing me grief, she's mentally torturing me by association.

Saki: "Hachiman?"

Hachiman: "Honestly even if I knew, I wouldn't know how to explain it to you."

Saki: "Really… that serious huh?"

Hachiman: "Yeah. The whole thing has been bugging me."

Saki: "Oh! I get it; why you want me over! Now that I have a better understand, I'll have to decline your offer! I'm sorry Hachiman, but I can't be your other woman! If you're having relationship problems, then I suggest…"

Hachiman: "WHAT?! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT IDEA?!"

Komachi yells from across the room asking if everything was alright as I reassured her everything was fine, then apologized on behalf of my frantic screaming.

Seriously! Just because I invite Kawasaki over, to take a load off once in a while, doesn't translate to me cheating on anyone! Where did she even get such a rumor to begin with?! I swear, this is the last time I invite any acquaintances over! And here I thought I was making progress with a potential friendship. Making friends is no easy task!

Hachiman: "Never mind that Saki. Whoever started that rumor, it's not true. Sure we've gotten better acquainted. But I'm pretty sure that's all there is to it. She did say she 'liked me' today, don't think it's anything serious like a confession though."

Kawasaki's once wandering eyes start to fixate on mine in a distinct matter. Next, her voice slowly becomes more and more demanding for the truth to be told. Who knew she was so concerned with Miura's case. Didn't take the pair to be buddy-buddy. Most of the time, they're bickering back and forth with one another. Wonder why the sudden interest?

Komachi: "So this is why we don't want to add too much water, Tai-kun. It'll come out too dense for it's own good."

Saki: "Oh I get it, Hachiman. And you're right, It's none of my business. Except, I did see you two walking together one evening. Looked like you guys were headed to a park. So that wasn't a date? From what I remember she had her arms all around you; if as though she had you all to herself! Plus when she asked you out in class today, what was that about?! ERRR… DON'T LIE TO ME HACHIMAN! WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON?! YOU TWO ARE SEEING EACH OTHER AREN'T YOU!"

Taishi yells from across the room asking if everything was alright as Kawasaki reassured her younger brother that everything was fine, then apologized on behalf of her frantic screaming…

CRAP! SHE SAW THAT?! Just how long was she staying around for? Did she actually listen in on our conversation that night?

Saki: "Ahem, Sorry. I shouldn't concern myself with your affairs. It really is none of my business. But I guess I have to explain myself. I was going for an evening stroll near that park. That's when I spotted the both of you. But I only observed from a distance, so I didn't really hear anything the two of you were saying. It just appeared to me kinda… never mind."

Hopefully she's telling me the truth. Saki is fairly easy to read, that I'm obligated to believe her. Ever since that day the Service Club helped out with her work/home situation, she's been nothing but straight forward with me. So I guess I could count on her honesty for now. I can't really say we're friends, but when we talk, it's as though I've known her all my life. So talking to her is rather easy and entertaining.

Hachiman: "It really wasn't anything, Saki. Miura was going through an emotional time with a certain Hayama and needed a shoulder to cry on. I guess this being our final year in high school, it's getting the better of her. Maybe she's got a couple regrets she needs to figure out. Also, don't forget that she's a girl devoted to only Hayama. So her asking me out today, was probably some ploy to get through Hayama. She's not the type of person that just changes overnight. Especially with how hardheaded she is."

Saki: "Huuuuh? You seem to know awfully a lot about her for someone who just started to acquaint themselves with that brat."

Hachiman: "No, I'm just very observant. That's with anybody. Even with you."

Again, her face and ears start to transmute a shade of pink.

Saki: "… I'd appreciate it if you didn't with me…"

Hachiman: "So how are things with you anyway? We've hardly spoken since we became third years."

Saki: "You're right. Just been busy, is all. That's not to say that I'm not happy where I'm at in life. But, if you asked me if things could get any better, then I'd have to saaayyy…"

She took a long pause as our eyes met but wasn't long until she averted her gaze downward. She blushes and proceeds to twiddle with her fingers again; like a shy innocent middle schooler. Then she looks back up at me with a completely flushed face, she finishes her sentence.

Saki: "…sure it can! If… the right moment ever presented itself, that is!"

A very adult answer. She's grown up a lot faster than most of the other students in our class. She forces a genuine smile out of me.

Taishi: "Koma-chan! It still came out too dense! What do we do?"

Komachi: "It's alright, I baked a spare just in case! Always be prepared for mishaps in the kitchen, Tai-kun!"

Not long after Kawasaki and myself start to feel awkward, but in the nick of time, Komachi calls the both of us to set the table. Taishi and Komachi place the dishes on the table. Kawasaki's younger brother bragging to her older sister how much she helped my kid sis out. And My kid sister bragging to me how much she worked so hard with the gourmet she had prepared for the four of us. This feeling, it's genuine. Right? I like to believe that it is.

After completing dinner, Kawasaki and her brother headed out. They thanked us for having them over and bowed in respect. If I think about Saki Kawasaki, she's a hard working student that puts her family before anything else. She's reliable and a strong individual. Whomever ends up marrying this 'diamond in the rough', I'd consider them lucky beyond belief. A nice girl with a lot going for her.

Komachi: "Sorry big bro for the sudden invite. I'm pretty sure you're going to scold me."

Hachiman: "Huh? Why would you think that? I actually had an enjoyable evening. When they first arrived, sure I was a bit on edge. Didn't know how to deal with the situation because I had such a long day. My brain was already in overload before I got home. But strangely enough, tonight was exactly what I needed. My brain fog cleared up quite a bit. If anything, I should thank you, sis."

Komachi: "Well! I'm glad I was able to help you out big bro! HaHa! I so got mega points for that!"

Hachiman: "You did, but don't make this a regular thing."

Komachi: "Eh…hehehe… Right, right. Don't worry, I won't."

Hachiman: "Hey so, real quick, what are your feelings toward Kawasaki's younger brother?"

Komachi: "Big brother! There's nothing going on between Tai-kun and I!"

Hachiman: "'Tai-kun'?! When did you start calling him 'Tai-kun'?!"

Komachi: "… Just recently… hehehe…"

Something tells me my future is going to be filled with a lot of more drama and heartache than it already has.

Komachi: "Big brother, you're giving a really creepy look right now. So gross!"

End.

* I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO: "My Teen Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As I Expected" (Hepburn: Oregairu, SNAFU) and its characters. This is a work of fanfiction and shouldn't be judged by its canon criteria. Please support the original release content(s).*