Logic Is My Sword

by Itherael

It's often said that one person's insanity is another person's reality, and believing such was improbable. But if you were to reach a junction where self-delusion and insanity are the only choices left to take, what else can you be expected to do? Simple, defy the irrational world by choosing the path of logic, for I refuse to compromise my principles for the sake of convenience.

5. Appearances

(Dark Spirit: NirvanaFrk97)

Huh, feels odd being here without invading… Well, I guess it's time for the Beta-Reader/Co-author to shine for once. I take my payments in having Itherael listen to Radiohead and Interpol, and read -man and Berserk. He's done half so far.

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Yeah, he does raise flags unknowingly despite his blunt self, but he's a force of good, not like the actively heroic type, but he has somewhat heroic qualities since he helps and allows people to grow to become better. It's not surprising that he gets the interest of many girls, considering how he does things.

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Though to answer your confusion, the reason why he struggled to believe Belldandy's fight while accepting Deus Ex is fairly simple: Deus Ex was something he saw, a divine being that wasn't human at all who held power and grace. Belldandy and the aliens however, looked human, sure Belldandy was beautiful and kind-hearted plus the Guardians looked dangerous but the fact that they showed such power when they looked otherwise normal shocked him severely.

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And yes, Hachiman has very low self-esteem, so it is natural for him to burden himself with all of the blame. Unfortunately, I also share that trait with him so I know how it feels.

The reason he needed allies is because he needs to be able to adjust to this world accordingly, having others help him out with other 'friends' can do wonders for him hiding his identity. Plus, once shit hits the fan, he's going to need others in order to survive.

I agree, however, Hachiman is a very logical person. He prefers a monotonous life, but he will have to take into account that not everyone agrees with that. He won't like it either.

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Well, that's right everyone, you didn't misread the chapter title below. Shoujo anime heartthrob of 2010: Usui Takumi, has invaded Hikigaya's world.

I was also surprised when Itherael said we were going to include Maid-Sama in this story. I didn't see it coming at all.

That being said, like with School Rumble, we brought in Maid-Sama during it's October month as well (In the manga, the anime ends in roughly August.). But… We had to make significant changes to it's story in order for it to fit with ours more conveniently. I'll go more into that later. But those already familiar with the series might catch the differences faster.

Well, I guess this is it for now. Thanks for coming and I hope you enjoy this chapter as well. I'll see you guys at the bottom.

Well, now onto the story. Enjoy.

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Logic is My Sword

Chapter 04: Appearances Mean Nothing to Usui Takumi

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4-0

Appearances.

When it comes to them, people usually say: Never judge a book by it's cover.

I can agree with that to some extent, a person's image doesn't always define their character. Yet more often than not it is still very important in today's society, to the point where the saying is now mostly said to calm the insecurities of lonely people who don't look socially acceptable into thinking that there might be those who aren't shallow (lol).

Many times I have witnessed how appearances, and by that I mean those physical and observable, mold the thoughts of people about a person in particular, causing them to assume a complete inaccurate depiction of the person involved.

Alright, let's explain what appearances are theoretically.

I call it the 'outward phenotype', which is the composite of an organism's observable traits, such as morphology, physiological properties and behaviour. These allow people to make assumptions about an individual without having necessarily interacted with him or her. The only condition needed for it is to just look at them.

So as expected, there are infinite types of human phenotypes, though society reduces the variability to certain categories, such as the physical appearance in particular, those attributes that are often regarded as important for physical attractiveness, which are believed by anthropologists to significantly affect the development of personality and social relations.

And, well, humans are acutely sensitive to their physical appearance after all.

I've always thought that those were the true first impressions people have of each other, the greetings are to just see if the person is also pleasant enough to talk to. You know, like bonus points or something.

Every person never fails to make judgements of others' images, saying otherwise is just you running away from your own hypocrisy. You will not find one person who does not judge people of their appearances because frankly, it is impossible. Those who don't entirely act on those judgements are another story, those kind of people are practically on the endangered species list. There are even those who are 'blind' to appearances, they're no less worse than the ones who judge. Either way, most people in this society of ours find it much more convenient to choose who to include in their social circles based purely on sight.

And with that one look, a person's relationship could be decided in that instant. With a snap of their fingers basically, they can decide that the person they saw was either 'too gross,' 'creepy,' or just an overall 'freak.'

Source: Me.

My eyes are actually the undeniable proof of how appearances often mislead people's first impression of me towards the negative, making most that see my eyes suspect these are probably related something shady. I can't really say they look good but…

They take my true self for granted because of these eyes and don't bother to look beyond them. Their loss and my gain, I suppose. Besides, who wants to waste their time with the shallow youth of high school anyways?

However, I can't deny the existence of those that actually overlook all these physical and aesthetic traits, people who ignore such superficialities as though they mean nothing to them. These people are no less foolish than their shallow counterparts. In what could either be seen as arrogance or naivety, these people think that the best way to avoid being thought as shallow is by outright ignoring appearances. Idiots. Accepting others regardless of their image leaves you open to being taken advantage of.

Making judgements based purely on sight are as bad as being 'blind' to appearances. Both are needed to survive properly in this world. I use both in an effort to avoid people. I look at a person and see if they look troublesome, or at least, more troublesome than usual… But I also observe their mannerisms and speech so I can come to a proper conclusion than speaking to them and waste my time.

Wait… Aren't I being a hypocrite, here?

Whatever. The troubling people that I know invaded my life regardless. Guess my method wasn't flawless. Plus, I was proven wrong plenty of times in regards to many of my classmates whenever I was tasked to fulfill their requests. The Service Club, huh?

…

Suddenly… I don't want to talk about this anymore…

Anyways, it's a real pity that society is regulated by such superficialities, and nothing will change that fact. But what else can we expect in these shallow times we find ourselves living in?

4-1

I regain my awareness not on my bed, but in the ethereal realm I was dragged into the last time I slept.

The realm of… something important that I can't be asked to remember…

I stand on me feet, observing my surroundings, to only see the same boy I met in this very place just two days ago, standing a meter away from me.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

He looked as impassive as the last time I saw him. He turns to me, his laid-back stare directed at me. Pocketing my hands inside my pants, I sigh as he approaches, his hands doing just the same.

"Yo, we meet again," He raises a hand in greeting, his tone dry. There we go again, this is one of the few people I have ever met to give me the creeps for the only reason of not knowing what's going through his mind.

I nod my head slowly, "I can only guess that you're as lost as I am as to why we're both here again, right?"

Ayanokouji nods in response, "Yeah." He turns to his left, gazing at nothing in particular, "I suppose that we were called by that god of time once more."

That is the most likely case. I haven't the slightest idea why, but so far only that guy is capable of bending reality to his whims like this. But in this rapidly maddening world I find myself in, my luck may just have me face another one in the future.

"Right. So where is he?" I casually ask as I look around, failing to find the giant god. For someone as large as was Deus Ex Machina, it was easily noticeable that he was not around, "Don't bother answering, I'm sure you don't know."

"Then why ask?"

I give some steps around, "I suppose I'm following protocols here, feigning to be interested in all these stupid things, gods and whatnot. I don't really care if he's here or not. Just want to know why I'm stuck here, too."

"I see," Ayanokouji folds his arms, closing his eyes. "You do know he's probably hearing you, right?" I shrug my shoulders, "Then again, I think we made our disapproval towards this game clear for him."

Silence follows for a few moments, "At least there's no mirrors this time. I don't want to deal with that bastard self of mine."

"He's that bad, is he?" Ayanokoji comments, looking at me from the corner of his eye, "Can't say I'm happy with mine either."

I do wonder about that. My other self seems to be an 'evil' version of me, so… does this mean that Ayanokouji's other self is the same? I can't really even begin to try to understand it as my knowledge about this matter is next to nothing.

"So," The bland boy starts, earning my attention. "Any progress in the game?"

I look at him, narrowing my eyes. That was way too forward. What is Ayanokouji trying to do? If he was trying to find anything about my side of the coin, then why ask it directly. It's obvious that I won't reveal anything to him. I can't afford to.

"Wouldn't it be counterproductive of me to tell you that?" I drawl with a raised eyebrow.

"It would, I suppose. Just making small talk here."

"Practice?"

"Something like that," He responds before sighing, "That god really asks of us such troublesome things."

I grunt in agreement. That stupid god doesn't really have the slightest idea of what he's making us do, forcing this guy and I to continuously interact with people we don't know when we always had difficulty back in our world with the people we did know.

This game is way harder than anyone can imagine. I may be wrong in the case of Ayanokouji as I barely know him, but for my part, there's no question.

"Seriously, putting this kind of responsibility on us… Who the heck does this god think he is?" I growl with displeasure, glaring at nowhere.

The brown-haired boy shrugs his shoulders uncaringly, "The god of time maybe?" I cock an eyebrow at his sarcasm. "And speaking of him…"

I turn my head, my eyes widening as a large mass of black energy materializes over us, expanding for some seconds before dispersing. So Deus Ex finally decided to grace us with his presence? He simply sat on his throne, gazing at us with interest.

Tch, to think this guy is the source of all my current problems, and I can't do a damn thing about. It pisses me off.

"Greetings my two candidates. I bid you welcome to my humble abode once more."

"Not much of a welcome when we didn't want to come here in the first place…" I mutter with a glare at the divine being as my companion looks at him dryly.

"…'Humble abode,' huh?" Ayanokouji repeats, closing his eyes, "What are we doing here?"

"To the point then. I have brought you two here to inform you of some important details about the future of this world."

Oh great. He's not going to tell us we have even less time to achieve our goal, is he? Or maybe that the Earth is going to be at risk from Deviluke's people because of my actions yesterday? I'd rather not have to deal with news making this life even worse for me. Wait, why is it already my fault? Maybe Ayanokouji could've done something reckless. Nah, that guy doesn't look like the type to seek trouble. Well, neither am I, but I get dragged into it more often than not. And I doubt this guy could have caused a potential interplanetary crisis in the span of a day like I did…

Frankly, it's amazing that I've already come to accept the existence of aliens so quickly. Then again, I'd be running away from reality if I hadn't. This reality, I mean.

"What details?" I ask evenly after a few moments. I want to get out of here and enjoy my sleep. Ayanokouji remains silent and looks on.

"Ah, yes. Before doing so, may I ask of your experiences on this world so far?"

"… What?" / "Excuse me?"

This guy… Did he seriously ask us that? After dragging us into this insane dimension in the first place?

"I would like to know of both your thoughts of this planet," His tone didn't seem to sound insulted at our dumbfounded queries.

Ayanokouji sighs before giving a reply, "I'm not having a good time, I suppose. All I have been doing is dealing with bothersome people," He gazes at the god neutrally.

"Same here," I add, "Did you think we were grateful?"

The god lets out a hearty chuckle, "No, I had expected as much. This world is filled with plenty of anomalies neither of the two of you were prepared for. I do apologize for any inconveniences they may have caused."

I let out a hollow chuckle, "An 'inconvenience,' you say?"

The boy with the red blazer steps up, "Let's see… I apparently won a girl in a bet, which means that she's now my possession. So tell me, how do I get rid of that and why is that even possible in a school?" Ayanokouji sighs once more. "You see, I think this may be more than just an 'inconvenience', and I'm only referring to that crazy gambler. Should I make a list?"

I cock an eyebrow in amusement. Well, it seems he isn't having it easy, but far from what I'm dealing with.

"You think that's bad? I had to deal with and accept that there are otherworldly beings in this universe," I scratch my head, "And I'm stuck living with two of them."

Ayanokouji deadpans, "I know. I actually met the strongest vampire yesterday, a Progenitor… they call him…" He lowers his head, "For some reason, he's supposed to be my best friend, whatever that means."

I cock an eyebrow. I wonder… Does this guy even have acquaintances? Normally I would think it natural for someone to have them, but with this guy it's hard to tell with that never-changing expression he carries… not that I'm one to talk. I take pride in my composure after all, it's one of my best 108 Hachiman skills.

Wait… Did he just say...?

"A vampire?" I ask in slight disbelief. Is there anything that doesn't exist in this world? Why am I even surprised by this point? Ah. I feel a headache coming… I can't even escape from them in my dreams.

"Not only that, but all types of monsters you can imagine," He rolls his golden eyes. "I'd say I'm lucky for having survived a day with that guy around," I narrow my gaze at that. "The geography of Japan is different in this world, as it's landmass is much larger. There's are several new cities located across Japan, such as some sort of sovereign-city state located at the west of Tokyo. There's even a man-made island located at the south of Tokyo called Itogami Island."

"…You're not joking," I mutter. Less of a question, more an exasperated acceptance.

"I'm afraid I'm not…" He looks upward lazily.

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Alright, this is getting absurd. Looks like Chiba isn't the only city that has its additions, even the country is bigger. Where the heck am I that even the planet isn't the same size as mine? Well, that's just a guess from my part. Wouldn't be surprised if that was the case though.

This is way too much information for me to keep up with. How is one suppose to handle all of this and remain sane? I thought I had it bad with the goddess and the alien girl, and this guy meets a vampire of all things? Looks like we both have our hands full.

"The changes are not only in Japan though. There are new land masses around the world, mostly in Europe. I wonder what made the planet change so dramatically?"

I cock an eyebrow, Ayanokouji has been researching a lot it seems… I may have to do the same to not fall behind, "Huh… I guessed as much."

"This Earth was created by gathering the data from many different realities, which is the reason why this world differs greatly from yours. All that you know and have accepted as actuality in your own worlds is irrelevant here."

"That I noticed," Ayanokouji says apathetically, pocketing his hands in his pants. "Well, if asking how we were doing is all you're gonna do, then send us back already. You were probably watching us, so why waste your time…?" He tilts his head, "Oh, I forgot, you're the god of time. You have plenty of it."

I lower my head, "Get to the point already. My life is too troublesome to have you now invading my dreams regularly. Give me a break."

The god raises a clawed hand to his weird chin, in amusement I suppose. It's funny to think that a being such as Deus Ex actually shows more expressions than the guy at my side… not that I'm one to talk… Wait, didn't I say this before?

"Then I shall address the true reason of this meeting," I narrow my gaze, Ayanokouji also focusing in the large being. "While I had first expected it, it seems that your sole presence in this world has already changed the future once more. The End of Everything is still within this world's destiny, but it has somehow been delayed."

"Is that so?" I ask suspiciously, "Who's going to bring the end anyway?"

Deus Ex closes his eyes, "That inquiry will remain unanswered."

I click my tongue at that and Ayanokouji scratches his head, "Mm… it's a pain that we have to play by your rules, and yet you won't even tell us that much."

"It is merely part of the game."

"So you say," I growl.

This god is nothing but a pain in the ass. Then I blink, light coming from above.

"Then it is time for you to resume the game. Until we meet again, Hachiman Hikigaya, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji. Show me what you are both capable of."

"I guess it's time to leave, huh…" Ayanokouji's voice call my attention. As I turn to him, he adds, "We're dealing with powers beyond our comprehension, not just here, but in this insane world. I hope you never come to lose it, Hikigaya. Such would be your end."

I gaze back at him sternly, "As if. I can't afford to something as pointless as that. I still want to go back to my world."

The blinding light starts to surround the both of us, at least this time doesn't seem like Deus Ex is going to kill us. I notice right then Ayanokouji looking at me directly.

"People serve me no purpose dead." Are his last words before everything became white.

4-2

I sit up suddenly as I regain my awareness. That guy… Was that a threat? It can't be a coincidence.

I might just be overthinking things after Aikawa warned me about that serial killer. Yeah, that's probably it. Geez…

But his expression when he told me that… It was terrifying.

I unsteadily let out a sigh. Well, I can't let myself be consumed by that. Insecurities can be really crippling if you allow them. Besides, I have more pressing matter to focus on for the time being.

So, vampires huh…? Now that's a scary thought. I just hope I don't come across any of them. Although, seeing this past few days, I can't completely rule that out. Plus seeing how this 'fantastic' world has many anime aspects to it, I may have just raised a flag just now. Wonderful…

I shake my head, there's no use of thinking that now. It's a bit early it seems, but I guess I'll get ready for scho-

*Bzzt Bzzt* *Bzzt Bzzt*

I blink, my cell phone was vibrating over by the nightstand. It's like ten past seven in the morning, who the heck would call me so early damnit!? Don't you have school to prepare for!?

I pick it up, opening it to see the name of the caller.

Takao… she messaged me about needing a friend last time I checked, I think. Should I answer her…? I sigh, I have to… for the game.

"Hello?" I mumble.

"Hachiman…" I hear my name, and I can't help losing my cool as the one who said it was indeed a girl. First name again? This is embarrassing… And first thing in the morning too… "Hachiman…?"

"Y-yeah?" I clear my throat.

"…You've been ditching me, haven't you?" She says almost quietly, I raise an eyebrow wondering about… crap, I think I told her that I'd call her when I was free.

Considering all that happened yesterday, you can't blame me for forgetting to give a call to a complete stranger! By the way, I feel so weird being on the side of the phone that's apparently trying to ignore somebody. How many times have I waited for someone to actually call me, grinning like a damn fool for misunderstanding the fact that a girl exchanged contact info only so I could leave her alone?

Old times those were, and I'm not really fond of them. Now, I find myself receiving calls and messages from people that expect something from me. It's actually a little hard for me to adapt to this life considering how my previous one was.

"Ehh… Uh, no, course not. I was planning to give you a call later today," I had to lie of course. I wouldn't want this girl, whoever she is, getting mad as she seems to be really close to the previous Hachiman. Both an advantage and burden that I have to deal with.

"You had me worried!" She suddenly shouts, making me flinch at the rapid rise of volume, "Despite that I'm having a bad time, I always think of my friends, yet… *sniff* Uuh… Uuh… Hachiman is so stingy…"

My eyebrow twitches as I close my eyes, "Well, sorry, but I was busy with something a lot more important, so I didn't have the time to be thinking about that."

After my response, silences follows. I wait for some seconds, I think I said the worst thing possible for this blubbering idiot.

"You…" I frown at her low tone, "You're so mean! Bwahhhh!"

I blink in surprise, was this girl seriously crying now? The hell!? I don't think I said something to make her cry. S-stop it! Don't use that trick on me! I didn't do anything!

"O-oi, why are you crying?"

Takao continues to sob loudly for some seconds before she finally calms down a bit. This girl must be a kid, right? She was actually weeping like some annoying brat some seconds ago.

"It's… it's your f-fault…" She replies, her voice breaking, "It's l-like y-you don't care a-about me anymore… Uuh..." This is… stop sobbing! An abnormal and unwarranted sense of guilt is invading me and I don't like it! Stop it already!

"L-look. Relax, alright? It's nothing like that. I was… ehrm, busy with everything that happened these last two days."

"But couldn't you have spent at least one minute on a call?" She retorts and I roll my eyes. That's a selfish thing to expect of someone. Is she dependant on me or something? That's dangerous, you know?

Tch… Thinking of that just reminds me of what happened with Yukinoshita back in my original world. Trusting others or depending on others treads on a thin line, but the line divides the two is still there. To trust someone is to know that you have a person who you can rely on when you can't do things by yourself. To depend on someone means that you're likely to fall back on support of others more often than not. They were both seen as something dangerous to me, I saw one as a weakness and the other as a pathetic quality.

At least that's what I used to think before I realized that sometimes, you can't do everything on your own, whether you liked it or not. Every person needs at least some people they can trust, I've come to learn that. And in doing so I was willing to trust my clubmates and even my sly kouhai.

Hah… What am I doing? Thinking about these things will only serve to make me pointlessly miserable.

"Hachiman… you still there…?" I blink, my attention back to the phone, "Hachiman?"

"I'm here," I say flatly, and she makes some weird sound. "So what is it?"

"Why does it seem that you just want to get this over with?" She growls childishly, "You weren't like this before."

I stay silent for several seconds, gazing at nothing in particular, "You woke me up, and you know I hate that," I'm just guessing here, but meh. "I still have to get ready for school so tell me what you want already, or we can talk later." Maybe a hundred years from now… just kidding. Probably.

"…Alright… If you don't want to talk to me just say it!" She shouts before… "I was just worried about you and yet you're so cold to me… bwahhhhhh!"

There she goes again…

Honestly, crying in order to gain pity gets old once you reach the proper age of 9. Heck, it can be even earlier for some others, they can lose that privilege at the young age of 5.

Source: Me.

"No I'm not," I retort harshly before sighing in order to relax myself. You need her Hachiman, remember that, "Look, how about if we talk tomorrow? It's a Saturday, so school ends early."

Her crying had stopped but she was still sobbing a bit, "B-but why not today after school?" Tch! This girl sure is adamant about this, it's getting really annoying.

"I have homework to do… Takao… I'm not going anywhere," Not for now at least. But knowing my luck… "I'll even invite you for… ice cream…"

Desperation really forces you to say things you'd never hear yourself say… I really hate this already, why do I have to please this immature girl? Is this what misery feels like? Damn it…

"R-Really?" Her voice sounds hopeful… Seriously, how old are you? "There's a lot I want to tell you too!"

"Sure, sure…" I say, rolling my eyes. Good thing she can't see my face, and bet she's one of those girls that make problems for any little thing.

"Then it's a promise, Hachiman," She says happily. "There's also a game I wanted to buy, too." She stops, but I know she'll continue. "Can you accompany me to buy it? Last time I went on my own, there were some scary boys in the gaming store… they gave me the creeps."

Considering all what the previous Hachiman did to Miura, how can this crybaby see him as reliable? Was he friendly to her or something? Damn… his actions are mixed and nowhere near consistent. What was that guy thinking?

I'm not sure how to put it, but I don't think he was this bad for no reason. What could have happened to this version of Hachiman to be like this?

"Whatever," I reply with a dull tone. "As long as there are no crowds, I'm fine with it."

"The game is an oldie," She giggles. "Don't worry, it'll be fast, and there's not much people going after it at this point."

"Alright, see you then."

"Okay, Hachiman…" I look at my phone, she hasn't ended the call. Does she have anything else to add? "Have a great day!" She giggles before finally hanging up.

I stare at the phone and sigh once more. Just what I needed, another outing with some female stranger. If I had been a lesser being, I would've been jumping for joy at the prospect of two planned 'dates' with different girls while being told to explode by other loners. Luckily I know better, I'm just being dragged around by others for their own reasons, not caring what I thought the entire time.

Is this what being popular entails? How utterly disappointing. Riajuu truly are pitiful beings.

In any case, I need to prepare for scho-

[So… from what I know, you messed everything up in that restaurant. Way to go, idiot. Driving the author away when you have a game to win?] I immediately glare at the small mirror on top of my desk. Since when was that there?

But besides that, looks like he's decided to show up again. My Reflection.

And how does he know? Was there a mirror in the restaurant? Or can this reflection of mine see everything that happens to me? Although, the way he said it, it's like someone told him. There's something fishy about all of this.

"It's none of your business. Just stay quiet and don't bother me," I growl, standing from the bed.

[You certainly are ignorant, and that will be your undoing if you aren't careful. You don't know a single thing about this world, so don't go doing such stupid things just because of your useless morals. You're better than that.]

"'Better,' you say?" I smirk in amusement, "I beg to differ. All I saw in that girl was contempt towards Miura. I won't be the loathsome bastard that my previous self was, I'm better than him. I won't approve that kind of treatment on others. And I do plan to fix that."

[Is that so?] My reflection looks amused, yet it still gives me a bad feeling. [Well, you seem proud of what you did. Let's just hope you didn't make a mistake. Don't worry though, if it comes down to it, I'll clean up your mess.]

I narrow my gaze, wondering what he meant by that. It's not like my reflection can do anything but watch… right? I hope I'm just overthinking it. Yeah, he's probably trying to rattle my cage.

"Whatever… just don't stick your nose in my business," I say nonchalantly, grabbing the mirror. "I'll do what I must. Nothing more than that."

[I wonder if you'll have the balls to do so when the time comes, don't disappoint me.]

"Tch. I'll do what needs to be done for my sake. I don't seek your approval, fake bastard," I put down the mirror, facing the other side, yet I hear his voice once more.

[We'll see about that.]

Yeah… we'll see about tha-

*Knock knock*

I turn towards the door. Let it not be that annoying alien. I couldn't handle her nonsense this early in the morning two days in a row.

*Knock knock*

"Hachiman-san?" I blink, and then sigh in relief. It's the goddess… "Hachiman-san? Breakfast is ready. Are you awake?"

"Yeah, yeah. Wait a second," I let out a yawn before heading to the door. Upon open it, Belldandy greets me with a bright smile. I avert my gaze uncomfortably, do you really have to smile like that for no reason? "Ehm… What is it?"

"The breakfast…?" She tilts her head.

"Oh, right… breakfast," I scratch the back of my head, "I think I'll take a quick bath and get ready first before that."

She nods her head, smiling once more, "Of course, Hachiman-san. I'll keep your food warm then."

"Yeah, thanks…" She turns around before suddenly stopping.

She looks at me from the corner of her eye, in a serious manner, "Hachiman-san… may I ask you something?"

I cock an eyebrow as she looks directly at me, "…Sure."

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"Do you… consider yourself a good person?" She asks a bit hesitantly, facing me again.

I gaze at her blankly for few seconds before closing my eyes, "Who knows? My response may be biased. What do you think?"

Belldandy drops her gaze, seemingly in thought, before closing her eyes. This is weird, where is she getting at?

"I think that Hachiman-san is a good person…" Her expression suddenly displays guilt. Of what, I can't say, but I can tell easily when someone feels guilt towards something. "That is my honest opinion regardless of what others have said."

I narrow my gaze, muttering, "Others…?"

Shaking her head, she bows, "I'm happy to see that you're recovering fast. The bruises on your face are gone. In any case, I'll wait for you to eat breakfast. Please do not take long, Hachiman-san."

Wait. What others was she referring to? I knew there was something off with her, but now I'm sure of it. Well, I don't have the cleanest reputation around here, so she might have heard some bad things about me. But… was that really it?

Remembering what she said about my fast recovery, I touch my cheek and surprisingly, it doesn't hurt anymore, applying more pressure, I didn't even feel an ache of soreness. What the heck?

Before I realized, the goddess was already leaving. Meh, I'll deal with whatever issue of hers later, I suppose. That aside, I'm amazed that my fast recovery worked so well. I just noticed that the aches I had yesterday were mostly gone, if anything I only had to deal with a bit of stiffness. I grab the mirror again, and my real reflection was there luckily. One of my bandages wasn't there, it probably fell off as I slept, but there was no bruise anywhere on my face. I remove the other two to find the same result.

They were all healed. Wow, this was incredible. I really do have accelerated healing. It… Feels a bit weird to have an actual 'power,' tame as it may be compared to the usual abilities people think of. I'm not sure if I like the thought too much…

Well, whatever. I glance back at the clock in my room. Looks like I can afford taking a bath if I'm quick enough, I need it after getting bloody and bruised. Heck, maybe it can help do away the stiffness and soreness I still feel.

I pick up a towel and head to bathroom. I sure hope my uniform from yesterday was washed.

4-3

Alright, the food is seriously amazing! I actually would be enjoying it to the fullest if it wasn't for those big eyes staring at my every movement… Someone pity me right now!

I turn to the pinkhead sat at my side, "Oi, stop staring and eat your food already."

"I will, Hachiman, but just let me look at you a bit more," She says sheepishly, her cheeks red. I feel a twitch on my eyebrow, with my cheeks warming slightly. Can't this girl be a little more reserved? I just hope that the other Devilukeans(?) aren't' like her. Not that I'm planning to meet more, but knowing my luck…

"I won't be able to eat if you keep it up, idiot," I retort, pushing her head away from my personal space. I hear some giggles, followed by some murmurs. Belldandy observed us, with a hand over her mouth, yet I could tell she was smiling.

On the other hand, my mother looked terribly scary! She was glaring at us with such intensity that her gaze could have actually bent a spoon among other things if she were an esper. No doubt she's still on the fence about the alien's shameless behavior.

Plus, she's probably still pissed about last night. Even though I repeatedly said it wasn't my fault, she only believed me when Deviluke shyly admitted that she was being 'a little' loud. I'm supposed to be the trusted son here, right?

"Boy, don't forget that your little sister is impressionable," She states with a harsh expression. "As long as you live here, I'm watching you."

"…I'm not doing anything…"

She doesn't look the slightest convinced. She turns around, but not before giving me one deadly look, before going into the kitchen. I slow turn my head to Deviluke, who was now eating happily… apparently. I can see a drop of sweat on her forehead though. Hoh… Despite seeming ingenuous to everything, she did notice the death warning courtesy of my mother.

Well, I can appreciate that the alien won't be bothering me for now.

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As I continue to enjoy breakfast, Komachi and Deviluke doing just the same as they began to converse, my attention is drawn to the current news on the TV, which the old geezer was watching. For some reason, his face had become weirdly nostalgic.

"…been two years since the worldwide incident froze large bodies of water around the globe. Even now, there has been no change whatsoever in the countless areas where the freezings had occur. Despite that many specialists have stated that all fourteen sea villages in Japan don't exist anymore, the notable figure, Professor Mihashi Satoru, has gone on record to claim that there's an intimate relationship between the surface and the sea. The 'Hibernation, as the sea people called it before the freezing, will eventually come to an end'. Those were the words of the University Pro-"

I stand on my feet before I realize it. Are you serious!? Sea people? And the ocean's frozen? What the hell is with that!? This world holds so many supernatural aspects together that it's impossible to keep track! This couldn't be a sign of the impending chaos Deus Ex mentioned… right?

"O-onii-chan?" Komachi, who is visibly startled by my shocked expression, asks, "What is it?" She turns to the TV, the ahoge of hear head moving slightly, "Onii-chan? Don't tell me…"

"Uh, my bad…" I sit back again, coughing, "I was just surprised. The ocean is still frozen after two years, huh? It's still hard to believe… not to mention the sea people…"

My sister tilts her head, blinking, "Y-you used to research about it a lot… have you finally let go of what happened?"

Wait, 'what happened'?

The old geezer stands from the sofa, "C'mon Komachi, that is a thing of the past. Let's not talk about it, okay?"

I frown. What did that mean?

"Well, I will always treasure the bracelet Mana-chan gave me!" Komachi smiles sadly, touching a blue bracelet on her arm, which had in the middle a tiny rock of odd colors. "She said the sea would always be with me, so I won't forget it!"

"I know," I raise a brow at the old geezer's tone, not expecting the stern expression that painted his face. "None of us will either."

What exactly happened in the past? Are we related somehow to the events of the ocean's freezing and the sea people? What the hell is with the life of this world's Hachiman? This may be something worth investigating.

"Alright, alright, eat breakfast quick!" My mother scolds, "This is not the time to be thinking about that. You're both going to be late for school."

"School? I want to go to school too!" Deviluke whines, puffing her cheeks, "Hachiman, let me go to your school!"

I stare blankly at her before waving a hand in a dismissive manner, "No way in hell."

She pouts, "But I feel sad when I'm not with you!"

Having this annoying alien in Sobu is not an option. Not only would she be a constant headache, but knowing my reputation, it could cause me problems if people come to know that we live together. Although, I'm sure she won't change her mind.

Plus, Miura might kill me or her if Deviluke tries to flirt with me there.

As it was revealed, she's a princess, so I can tell that she gets curious, and excited to learn about new things. I mean, yesterday she got all pumped up just watching a TV show about three samurais.

Her curiosity about a school is honestly to be expected, and I don't have the right to deprive her from experiencing it. The only option available that would please her, and let me keep a rather peaceful life in Sobu is of course that she goes to any other school. Preferably one that's far away. But I doubt I'd get that lucky.

Well, I'll solve this when I come back from classes.

"Hachiman, don't be selfish. Don't forget they want to learn about humans. It would be great for Lala-chan to attend a school," I roll my eyes, ignoring my old man.

"Whatever," I take a final sip of my delicious coffee before standing up, grabbing my school bag. "Deviluke, just stay here in the house for today. We'll see about your enrollment later. Don't cause anymore problems."

"Okay, Hachiman! I trust you!" The pinhead supports her elbows over the table, while smiling cheerfully, "I hope you have a great day, darling!"

My old man leans to me with a suspicious gaze for some reason.

"Now that I think about it, you're not using bandages, boy?" My father comments, a hand under his chin. "I can't see the bruises on your face."

Crap. Now what? When I took a shower, I also came to notice that most of my other bruises were either healed or nearly gone. If I'd known I would recover this fast, I would have told the goddess to treat me so I could have an excuse behind my fast recovery.

"Oh, yeah. Onii-chan looks fine," Komachi says with a surprised tone.

"Who knows? Maybe they were scared off by my rotten eyes." I say jokingly before I head back into the bathroom. I might be healed but I'd be an idiot if I went to class looking healthy.

Let's see… I don't have much time, but I still need to look 'appropriate.' Alright a bandage here… I guess I really only need one. It's good enough, right?

Wait, wait, let me wrap a few fingers too. They were almost as badly bruised too.

Well, there. Now I'm ready. I exit the bathroom and head back into the living room.

"I'm off," I send a casual wave to my family, intruders included, before leaving the house. I hear a chorus of farewells as the doors close.

I don't think I'll ever get used to that.

4-4

…

Damn it.

I stare at the empty space where I used to put my bike. My trusty steed is forever gone due to those bastards. Seriously, why damage my property if you still were going to gang up on me? Couldn't you have just left that stupid note without destroying it?

The sound of a door being opened calls my attention. It was Aikawa, leaving his house to attend school like I was. Once he spots me, he approaches with hurried steps.

"Yo, Hachiman. Strange to see you leaving so late," He grins lazily.

I close my eyes momentarily to expel my immediate annoyed feelings, "It's not late."

"Hehe, but you usually leave really early with Rito," He shrugs his shoulders before snapping his fingers, "Oh right, I forgot that he stayed at Tomoya's house last night. Anyway, I wanted to ask you something."

I raise an eyebrow, "What is it?"

"About yesterday… We… saw… each other… right?" He asks uncertainty. I raise my head and nod, still drily observing him. "So… are the daughters of your family's friend living with you?"

Could it be that Aikawa thinks that all that happened with Deviluke was a dream? Considering the absurd and supernatural events, I would have done just the same, and if I think about it, I actually did when I woke in this insane world for the second time. Hey, him running away from reality is actually pretty convenient. Thanks for being so simple-minded.

Whatever the case, I'd rather keep Deviluke and Belldandy's origins a secret from as many people as I can, so if I have the chance of convincing Aikawa that he was dreaming, then better for me.

"Actually… They ar-"

The creaking of a door echoes, the both of us look over our shoulders to see Belldandy running towards us. Aikawa blinks several times, turning to me.

I facepalm. I just had to jinx myself.

"Hachiman-san, you forgot this." The goddess hands me a bento… Looks like she forgot to give it to me earlier… I don't want to receive it but… meh. I don't like wasting food so I'll relent… again. I'm not weak, I tell you, I'm just being considerate!

"Uh, yeah… Thanks," I nod my head slowly.

Anyhow, I'm glad she didn't mention anything that could prove that she-

"You are… Ah, yes. Good morning Aikawa-sama," She bows to him. "How are you today? I do hope you slept well after everything that occurred last night."

He nods dumbly at her, she smiles at that. He turns to me again, looking at me with disbelief before dropping his shoulders, "So that all actually happened… Man, this is so weird."

"Just keep this quiet," I command. "I already explained what would happen if anyone found out about them." Belldandy drops her gaze, and I already know why. Sorry but he already knows way too much, goddess, we can't let him accidentally slip.

"Sure thing. Welp, see ya. It's getting late," Aikawa shrugs his shoulders, "I'll just try to not think about this anymore, for sanity's sake. Later!" He dashes away in the opposite direction of my usual route before turning on a corner.

I sternly gaze at Belldandy, "Maybe I haven't explained it to you clearly enough, Belldandy, but we have to keep your and Deviluke's profiles as low as possible. I'm not asking you to lie, I'll take care of that," She seems ready to voice her opinion but I don't let her. "I'm just asking you to not say anything."

"But that is not…" She begins.

And I interrupt her, my face stoic, "Belldandy."

She blinks, "Y-yes?"

"You wanted to learn about humans, right?" I ask evenly.

She nods in affirmative, "Yes…"

"Then you should learn quickly: Everybody lies. The only variable is about what."

Her eyes widen briefly before a serious gaze spreads across her face, yet her silence is all that follows. I don't know what's going through her head, but I don't have time to focus on it. I nod back in farewell before heading out.

4-5

"A-ano… Hikigaya-senpai?"

I stop right before I'm able to enter the gates and curse my luck. I turn towards the source of the familiar voice, and sure enough there's the equally-as-spineless-as-Yuuki: Sairenji Haruna standing there.

Two days in a row waiting for me? Honestly this girl… If you have enough time and motivation to do this sort of thing for me, go and focus on Yuuki already. Save us all the trouble.

"…What?" I ask, a little unnerved.

She averts her gaze aside, "H-hello… h-how are you…?"

I repress the urge to snort mockingly at the stupid icebreaker, "Fine," Continue Hachiman, continue, "…You?"

I can sense her nervousness as if it were mine. She drops her head, gripping her school bag as she apparently searches for an answer. Well, I don't mean to be dry, but I'm actually doing you a favor. If you manage to keep a conversation with me, then you'll have it easy with Yuuki.

Huh, so this is what Yukinoshita tried to do all that time ago…

She shyly nods her head, "I'm fine… too…" Her voice fades. I keep staring at her, waiting patiently. She raises her head, and blinks, "H-Hikigaya-senpai? That bandage… what happened…?"

"Ah, this? Nothing really, just a little issue with some idiots who run on testosterones," I answer with a small amount of snark.

Sairenji smiles, raising delicately a hand to her cheek, "I-I see." Her smile evaporates as she now seems to want to say something else. "H-have you seen Yuuki-kun, Senpai…?"

"Not since yesterday," I say boredly.

"I-I see..." She seems pensive now, her eyes darting from left to right. You're not being filmed, you know?

"Well, he slept over with a friend last I checked," I add offhandedly.

She blink, letting out an… "Ehhh?" Her face flushed red, her legs trembling. "He slept with a… a…"

Dear me, what exactly could she be thinking? Hold on a minute, do you really think he 'slept' with a friend, Sairenji? You give him too much credit, I mean, he can barely be in the same proximity of a girl, he'd probably die at the mere thought of kissing one, let alone doing 'that' with one.

I have to be honest here though, he has as much experience about that subject as me, which is really depressing… Well, technically. This body apparently has the experience, I am but a pure soul who has been forced to take residence in a tainted body. Hah… What rotten luck I have.

"With a guy," I say flatly.

"EEEHHHH!?" Her face reddens completely.

"Tch… Not that way you idiot. Quiet down," Honestly, why did your thoughts go in that direction? The idiot might be terrible with women but hasn't gone down that route. Oh dear, I haven't accidentally unlocked her inner fujoshi, have I?

"O-oh… Ehehe… I'm s-sorry about that," She scratches her cheek on embarrassment, "I do happen to know his friend Aki-kun. You guys tend to have sleepovers at his house, don't you?"

That may be right, but for someone who has barely spoken to me let alone Yuuki, she does know quite a bit. That means that Sairenji is either attentive of her surroundings or a stalker. She did plan to discover if Yuuki was saying the truth about myself by getting to know me personally despite my reputation. Maybe the stalker thing isn't so far-fetched.

She has guts, I'll give her that. Ironically, she has the courage to do all that but why doesn't she confess or at least try to talk to him? I seriously can't understand either of these two.

"From time to time I suppose," I say with disinterest, halfheartedly noticing Yuigahama and Ebina walking past us. I could be wrong, but those two were observing us with curiosity, and I couldn't detect the fear either showed me these last few days. I glance away to avoid being caught looking, I don't need to be wrongly accused of doing anything wrong.

"Can I ask you something, Hikigaya-senpai…?"

I keep a sigh to myself, I expected this, "Shoot."

"Y-you d-don't have to answer, but…" She says shyly, her bookbag being gripped behind her.

I narrow my gaze, "Speak now or forever be silent."

Sairenji bites her lip, refusing to look at me, but eventually finds her tongue, "Do… do you h-happen to know if… Yuuki-kun is s-seeing anybody?"

So it was that?

"Are you joking? That guy going out with someone?" I say with a dry chuckle, "Hell would be frozen alongside the sea."

"Oh… I-I'm glad." She smiles to herself. You know I said something that should be troubling for you, someone who wants to go out with him, right?

I sigh, fighting the urge to facepalm. She's seriously as hopeless as Yuuki, yet so alike to him that I can't help but think that they do deserve each other. Birds of a feather who flock together and all that, huh?

"I guess…" I stare at her, noticing she still wants to ask something, "You should get going befo-"

"No, wait!" She starts, "Um… I-I was hoping if…" Her voice fades, her gaze drops, her blush deepens. I blink, actually sensing her sheer embarrassment as it rapidly spread and became my own. O-oi! Get ahold of yourself! "I was hoping… if you c-could help me g-get his… a-attention…"

Are you serious?

"Are you serious?" I echo my thoughts, befuddled at the sudden request, "I doubt you need my help for that sort of thi-"

"Please!" She steps up to me, pleading. I step back on instinct. That outburst of hers, it surprised me, "No matter what I do, Yuuki-kun escapes from me every time I try to talk to him. I think he might not like me…"

This is so paradoxical. Yuuki's crush on her makes him too overly nervous, making him elude her for the fear of a possible rejection, yet to Sairenji, her attempts of speaking to him have always failed because he purposefully avoided a 'tete a tete' due to that fear, causing her to think that he dislikes her. In the end, they both liked each other and they both made it difficult for themselves without knowing that the solution to this dilemma was so simple.

How to make a storm in a glass of water, huh? Honestly, you're both idiots.

I gaze at her sternly, "That's seriously not the case. He's just an idiot. I'm sure tha-"

"Stop right there!"

I look over Sairenji's head and focus on the source of the yelling. A girl from Sainan High, dressed in the same uniform as the bluehead, approaches with strong, determined steps. She didn't look a single bit happy. Just what I needed… yet another troublesome individual. But at least she got me out of that sticky situation. I can't be asked to become a matchmaker when I don't even have experience. Then again…

The girl in question pulled Sairenji to her side in a protective manner, and glared at me. What the heck did I do? She had long black hair, and dark brown eyes. I'd think her attractive if not for the fact that she displayed an unpleasant face. Her figure was rather impressive though… Not that I really care.

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This new girl glares at me with disgust, so I can guess she's well aware of my reputation.

I start with my hands pocketed, my tone irritated. "Whatever you think I was doing, you're mistaken."

She stares at me, noticing my lack of reaction at her hard gaze.

Resting her hands on her hips, she then growls suspiciously, "Am I supposed to believe you because you say so?" She points her index finger at my face, "Hikigaya Hachiman! I know your ways too well to let that fool me! Thank goodness, I managed to take Sairenji-san away from your malevolent grasp!"

I roll my eyes at the sheer dramatics she displayed, "Hoh… You sure put one over on me. Whatever plans I had are all ruined now."

The sarcasm in my tone was damn near palpable.

That's the thing that I'm most glad about being in this new world. Granted I would prefer not being here at all, but, at least I can take advantage of some things. Having a bad reputation allows me to be more vocally snarky than I usually am. Even I need to vent out my frustrations, you knooooow?

Considering her previous attitude, it doesn't come as a surprise that she's glaring daggers at me, "Is that so? I could actually charge you for being a molester."

I give a humorless chuckle, "How? I doubt you have that kind of jurisdiction even if it was true."

The girl's expression reddens in anger. Oh? Don't like others talking back?

"K-Kotegawa-san! He wasn't doing anything to me. I just wanted to ask him…" Her face reddens, "…something…"

Idiot… Putting on that face after saying that kind of thing… it will certainly create a misunderstanding. Then again, with the way I was treating this situation, I could've made things a lot worse had she not interrupted.

"I knew it!" She points an accusatory finger at me of course. Your character lacks originality… Kotegawa, right? That's what Sairenji called her. "You have forced her to ask you to do indescribable things! Shameless!"

"Do you treat all of your upperclassmen like this?" An assumption I know, but she looks as old as Sairenji. Plus she also holds that look that 1st usually have: hope (lol). "Although… the way you put it is interesting. Sairenji said it herself, she wanted to ask me something of her own volition. It doesn't make any sense to force somebody to ask something shady. If anything, I'm the victim here. So doesn't that mean that you're the one harassing me?"

She frowns slightly, "Are you making fun of me?"

"You're doing it to yourself," Shrugging my shoulders uncaringly, I motion my head to the side, "Everyone's staring."

Her eyes widens as she has just noticed the attention she was drawing to herself. Her cheeks flush red, and I smirk.

"A-as part of Sainan's school disciplinary committee, I'll watch you until you commit a crime!" She gives me a warning, and I could tell she meant it.

I raise an eyebrow, "Shouldn't you focus on your own school?"

"Sobu is also a very respectable school, so I won't let you give it bad reputation," She answers, and I roll my eyes.

"Isn't that Yuuki looking up a girl's skirt?" I point a finger to her left.

She blinks, looking over her shoulder to see Yuuki Rito on the ground as he had apparently tripped on a can, a girl also lying on the ground just before him, her panties exposed right to his face for him to observe to his heart's content… idiot…

It's just so cliche for a harem protagonist to crash into a girl and end in those circumstances, especially when ecchi is added to that genre. It's not like you are one though, Yuuki, as I have only seen you raising a flag with Sairenji. Still not completely sure how, but whatever, so don't get any weird ideas that you'll have the attention of multiple females.

In any case, Kotegawa seems scandalized at the sight so she runs towards him and starts yelling the same stuff she said to me, while Sairenji looks so red and surprised. Yuuki is doing his best to explain that it was an accident, but the other girl on the ground wasn't helping his case.

But hey, at least I got off the hook.

"I-I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Hikigaya-senpai!" The bluehead bows to me in an apologizing manner.

"Who is she anyway?" Sairenji blinks at my sudden inquiry. If I were the type that resented those that caused me trouble, this world would've been destroyed a long time ago. Even if it wasn't mine.

"I-I thought you knew each other…" She explains, looking disconcerted. "Kotegawa Yui-san is the head of the disciplinary committee in my school."

I see, so this Kotegawa Yui holds a bit of authority? Nice to see that she's already abusing it. Thank you for bettering our society. Seriously, I'm getting tired of seeing ignorant people use their status to excuse their selfish actions and false moralities. Get over yourselves.

"Is that right? Good for her I guess." I say disinterestedly. I glance towards Sobu's gate. Hmm, I wonder if I can catch a few minutes of rest when I get to class. Looking back, I see Kotegawa chasing Yuuki inside Sainan High… that looks amusing.

Sairenji bows to me once more, "W-well, I need to go." She mutters disappointed, "W-we never have a chance to talk properly it seems… I need your help, senpai…"

"I don't think that's a good idea, Sairenji," I say coolly.

"I know… but you're the only one I can rely on…"

"That's a dangerous thing to do," I mutter before turning away and leaving her behind.

Her disappointed tone is heard, "I see…"

I stop when it reaches me, I'm a few steps ahead, and let loose a brief sigh.

"Listen, since we can't talk without being interrupted. Maybe we could…" I release another sigh, I can't believe I'm saying this, "…Exchange contacts." This feels like all those times when we got asked requests in the Service Club. Maybe I got used to giving people a hand. But it doesn't make it any less agonizing for me to do.

Either way, doing this is for the best. Improving their relationship will help me discover if Sairenji is Deus Ex Machina's creation. I bet she wouldn't stop insisting anyway so helping her will be like killing two birds with one stone. I guess I should have done the same thing with Kotegawa, but something tells me I'll see here often enough.

"Eh? E-exchange contacts with a b-boy? I-I-I haven't even d-done it with Y-Yuuki-kun!" She stammers, her legs trembling. You're saying something that can be taken in the wrong way there.

"…It's just an offer. I could give you some insight about him," She blinks in realization. "Remember though, I won't get completely involved in this. I'll simply show you the way. It'll ultimately be up to you if you decide to follow it."

She nods and takes out her phone. After exchanging contracts, she bows to me, "Thank you for listening me, Senpai. Yuuki-kun was right… you're kind too."

"Quit saying nonsense before rumors start spreading," I turn around. "Just go already before you get into any trouble."

She smiles brightly and leaves. She's something else… besides an idiot of course. I have to admit that she may be a good partner. Yuuki, you certainly are lucky. Far too lucky an idiot like you deserves to be.

Whatever, I'm not planning to be late three days in a row. I don't want to test that terrifyingly violent sensei of mine.

I turn towards Sobu, giving my first step forward.

4-6

Lunch break.

The allowed time in school to slack off had finally come. And not a second too late, it's just so boring going over the same subjects I've already done. Though it's done wonders for me to go over the maths and sciences for me without getting stuck in makeup courses. And seeing as I have a classmate and a senpai around this time, I might be able to ask them for help whenever I need it.

Hmm… It's weird being able to say that kind of thing. Having people to ask for academic help, I never had that before. If it wasn't because I was horribly shy to ask for help, or just because my eventual pride didn't allow me to rely on others. Heck, I don't even know if their grades are particularly good. But having others to potentially fall back is an odd concept to think of.

I couldn't really do that back in my world. Gahama-chan could barely keep up with the curriculum herself and Yukinoshita… No way, the sheer mental abuse she'd put me through was not worth it.

*Bzzt Bzzt*

Hmm? Oh, my phone's vibrating. I hope it's not someone new. I'm still reeling from dealing with that Takao character. I don't have enough energy to pretend to care about someone else.

- Hachiman, I'll be waiting for you by the tennis courts. At our spot. (≧◡≦)

* …Yeah, sure.

I think I might just cry, I really did wind up losing my beloved spot. But I do have to wonder why she went ahead of me instead of waiting. Well, at least that saves me the trouble of having all males glare at me in jealousy… not that I care anyway. Now it's just the usual hatred.

After storing my belongings back into my school bag, I prepare to rise from my seat, yet I come to a stop as I sense someone standing at my desk's side. I turn towards this person and my eyes widen in shock, my breathing halting momentarily.

"H-hi there…" It was Yuigahama Yui, or at least a version of herself who held trepidation towards me.

I remain silent, and stare back at her in confusion. I feel a hint of guilt at having to be wary of her, but I immediately quell it. She isn't the same one I know, this is but a cruel illusion of her. I cannot allow her to make me stumble.

I only look at her from the corner of my eye before speaking, "…What is it?"

She blinks at my curt response, her stance trembling slightly. Biting her lips, she averts her gaze, hands intertwined behind her as she looks more than troubled. I can't even begin to imagine what happened to make her approach me.

Where's that fake hero anyway? Oh, I forgot that he's apparently absent due to some sort of family issue. I guess that's why class felt way more relaxed without him around. Mm… could his absence be the reason on why Yuigahama had bothered to talk to me at all? Tch, that line of reasoning just pisses me off.

"E…etto…" The social butterfly finally looks at me, although nervously, "A-are you alright?"

The confusion I feel is doubled, she was intimidated at me the last time I saw her and now she was asking about my well-being? Damn this world to hell, don't screw with me when it comes to this.

"…Why?" I furrow my eyebrows refusing to feel guilt when I see her flinch at the question.

"W-why?" She frowns, dropping her gaze, "Uhm, t-there's been rumors about you totes attacking some members of the sports club," I narrow my gaze. Despite that it had witnesses, somehow it had turned out to be me attacking them? Absurd. Yet, not entirely unexpected.

"So why come here?" I ask cooly. Going on pure assumption here, but seeing how she's acted with me and my own reputation, I expect her to be about the same as her shallow self was when I first met her or maybe less so because of Yukinoshita's influence. Then again, they can both be entirely different. Still, that begs the question of why she's here.

"It's because…" She starts determinedly, her spurt of courage ends almost instantly, "It's because… I… I'm sorry…"

"For what?" I grumble, becoming a bit impatient.

She twiddles her thumbs, "It's just that… I… y-you know…"

"Know what?" My impatience was rapidly bleeding into my tone. She was so different. Almost insultingly so.

She stops, her lips pursed, her legs shaking, her eyes directed at the ground, her cheeks red of embarrassment I assume. I sigh, I guess I'm going a bit overboard, and I'm not being considerate towards her. I just… dammit. Get to the point already, you false counterpart.

"It's just…" She starts once more, "The rumors say that you planned all of that, because… you wanted to sabotage the sports clubs."

I finally turn to her completely, raising an eyebrow, "Sabotage them?"

"Yeah… they, like, totally got expulsed…" She explained, "That's what…"

I closed my eyes, "So basically, I planned my own beatdown to have students of the sports club expulsed? Is that it?"

Yuhagama seems surprised, but nods eventually, "Y-yeah…"

"Whatever…" I observe her dryly, "So, why are you here? You want to denounce me for crafting such an evil scheme or something?"

I didn't plan on it, but my voice came out coated with wry amusement. However, that was short lived as she looks at me directly in the eye.

"No… I… know it isn't true," She says, resting a hand over her chest. "I… saw it… what really happened…" She did? How? "I-I always thought that you really liked fighting with others and messing with everyone else… but…"

So she was proven wrong then… still, I can't come to accept this, "What? You think that just realizing what you thought was wrong means that you know me better?"

"I-I know… but at least…"

"At least what?" Anger was starting to set on my features. Did she really think that she could be friends with someone who she was noticeably scared of? Someone she explicitly showed fear towards and wanted to avoid entirely? Even if it was justified, you can't act friendly with someone after holding negative impressions like those. It's arrogant to have those kind of thoughts.

I know I should be happy to potentially have someone I dearly valued back into my life but she was turning out to be nothing more than a shadow of the person I knew. She even had shallow thoughts I'd expect from everyone else. How can I be happy about that?

This wasn't the same Yuigahama who desperately wanted the Service Club to stay together after the Kyoto trip and throughout Isshiki's requests. This wasn't the one who sacrificed her outing with me in order to give Yukinoshita a push to her character. I knew nothing of this world's Yuigahama Yui, and frankly I wanted nothing to do with her. Yet… because of this world's apparent hatred against me, I still needed her.

"…I'm sorry… I won't bother you anymore," My inner musing is interrupted with those words, before Yuigahama leaves. I stare at the opened door of the class, confused, and rather angry. I'm really starting to despise this stupid world.

As my gaze wanders aimlessly around the class, I come to notice Kawasaki observing me as she rested her chin over her arms on her desk. She eventually stands up, her school bag hanging from her shoulder, and leaves without a saying word.

What the hell was that all about?

Once I find myself alone, or at least away from being the center of attention, I let out a shaky sigh.

Shit, this conversation almost ruined my appetite. Don't think about it, Hachiman… for now don't. Miura is waiting for you. Heh, that's still a hard thing to grasp.

But the game though… Yuigahama could be…

Oh damn it all… Screw this shitty world.

4-7

End of classes.

Damn… I can't stop thinking about Yuigahama's feeble attempt of making up for her ignorance and stupidity. They even distracted me throughout lunch. Luckily for me, Miura and Shiromeguri were caught up in their own conversation so I was able to get away from being asked if anything was wrong. Even my distracted answers to any of the inquiries weren't seen as odd since they saw it as me just being uncommitting to whatever their topics were. I did wind up getting a few pouts from them.

Back to Yuigahama, she discovered that the recent rumors were a lie, so she felt guilt and tried to apologize for some reason. In a way, it's so like her and that puts me at unease. But how can be expected to feel happy that she decided not to believe one false rumor about me after believing, what could be, countless others?

Having Yuigahama talk to me so suddenly may have affected me more than I anticipated. I know she isn't the one I knew, but she looked and sounded exactly like her… But no, she isn't her. I need to foc-

"Hachiman? What's wrong?" I blink, turning to my left, just outside school, near the entrance, "You've been, like, totally absent-minded the whole day," She blinks, panicking, "D-don't tell me you have a concussion! We need to take you to the hosp-"

I raised a hand at her, "Relax, woman. I was just thinking about some stuff. And I already told you I feel better," It is then that someone pulls my blazer from the other side. Stop that before you stretch the fabric. I look over my shoulder to see a pouting Shiromeguri, "…What?"

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"What were you thinking about?" My bubbly senpai asks.

I look forward again, "Nothing important."

She makes a cute sound, "Don't lie, baka-Hachiman-kun!"

Miura sighs, arms folded, "Don't bother Meguri, he's totally too thick-headed and stubborn." She gives some steps forward, smiling at me. "So, I have some things to buy today," So today is shopping, huh? "But only cute girls are allowed!" She giggles, pulling Shiromeguri with her by the arm.

"Oh… I see," I nod slowly. It's not like I really mind not being included, but for some reason I do feel a bit put off.

Miura skips ahead, stopping right before me. She leans towards me, causing me to stop and back away uncomfortably. I'll never get used to this, seriously. She simply stares at me with a cute smile, and I can't help getting embarrassed. Her eyes are pretty, dammit! Stop that!

"Hikio," She whispers and I blink, startled. Huh? 'Hikio'? Shiromeguri tilts her head, confused, catching Miura calling me differently, "Don't worry, I'll buy you something~"

"Oi, oi, Hikio isn't my name," I grumble, "I thought we went over that alread-."

She puts a finger over my mouth, effectively cutting me short. I stare at her in surprise, "I… I noticed that a lot of people call you by your name…" She averts her gaze, her cheeks reddening, "I feel, like, just one of your friends if I do it too, you know? I don't like it, I want to be special to you…" I gulp, and I can see Shiromeguri avert her gaze, her cheeks as red as Miura's. "Hikio is a name I gave you, so… it's special… Let me call you that…" She levels me with puppy eyes, and I swear I can feel my blood pumping rapidly through my body, my heart was beating so fast, "Please?"

I scratch my cheek, avoiding to meet her gaze, "Uh… S-sure…" I mutter, "I don't really mind, so it's fine."

Don't judge me for falling for this ploy! I doubt any hot-blooded male could resist as long as I did!

She giggles, "Yay! Hikio is Hikio after all!" She steps back playfully, holding Shiromeguri's hand and pulling her away.

"W-wait Yumi-chan, I w-want to give him a name too…" My senpai whines.

"No way," She says seriously with her smile still playful. Scary!

As I watch them cross the street and turning on a corner, a small smile crawls onto my face, and I can't help it. Those two… they may just be an unforeseen saving grace for me in this insane world. I can't allow myself to become too close to them, but it's fine to enjoy their company, right? Though I'm immediately reminded of the game. My hatred towards this world will be terrible if one of them winds up being the creation of that stupid god.

I promise you that.

But more than anything. It had not be the counterparts of the girls I grew to care for back in my world, let alone my precious sister.

4-8

I take out a MAX Coffee from a vending machine. Ah~ Nothing is as great as this! With the cold weather approaching, this is like a gift from heaven. Well, that goddess can make great coffee too, so it is a surprisingly accurate comparison.

I lean on the machine to enjoy my drink, the sunset approaching in the distance.

"Hey, Hachiman," I feel my eyebrow twitch, gazing at none other than Yuuki Rito. So much for enjoying this drink in peace. Well, saves me the trouble actually, I wanted to ask him something anyway. Mm? He has black circles under his eyes.

"Didn't sleep?" I ask, not particularly interested. I hate having to make small talk.

He drop his shoulders, "Yeah… Tomoya was damn pushy about finishing a game."

Expected as much. You can't really complain though, you could have easily come up with an excuse to not go to his house. Besides that, I have something important to address.

"I ran into Sairenji, today," He blinks and panics.

"W-what!?" He shouts, holding his head, "H-how!? When?" He stops and stares right at me, ready to hang onto any word I'll say.

"Quiet down idiot," I roll my eyes. "In the morning, just in front of the school gates. She was asking me about you."

Yuuki holds his breath, nodding in expectation, "You're not lying, are you?"

"Probably, who knows?" I say, snarky, "Would I have bothered saying anything if I was?"

He scratches his head, letting a dumb chuckle out, "Yeah, sorry. It's just, why would Haruna-chan ask you about me all of a sudden? I mean, why would she ask anybody about me?"

This guy, was he serious? I've heard legends of these kinds of people whose density was great enough to compare with the black holes of the universe. I can't believe they really exist.

"Why else dumbass?" I ask in exasperation.

"Eeehh…" He folds his arms, "Well, she's kind of caring to everyone in the class. Maybe that…?" He narrows his gaze, "Now that I think about it, since when did she start talking to you? You've never bothered with anyone from Sainan."

"…" Was he stupid? The fact that he couldn't at least try to figure it out was amazing in a bad way. It was pissing me off, "Who knows? Maybe she was charmed by my extraordinary personality."

Yuuki deadpans, "Oh, c'mon… That's low and you know it."

"How about you try using your head, and then maybe I'll tell you?" I say in a tone that implied that I would go through with ditching the conversation.

He sighs, "You know I don't have a clue. Why would I know if I'm hated in school? Haruna-chan never talked to me before, and the times it seemed she wanted to say something, I just got scary glares from her friends," Dropping his gaze, he makes a fist. "What do you want me to think? That she hates me too or something? Screw that!"

"Hehh… Already giving up before even reaching the starting line?"

"You say that because you've never cared what others thought of you," He retorts, taking a seat on the ground, leaning to the wall. "I tried my best and all I got was everyone giving me the cold shoulder because they thought I destroyed the school plants. Why would she think differ-"

"Does she mean that little to you?" I ask in a serious tone, the first time since he showed up, "She told me how you would avoid her. Is that you 'trying your best?'"

He looks up to me in irritation, huh, even he can make that kind of expression?

"I… I just can't look at her. I just know that she'll…" He sighs, dropping his head, "I just don't have the courage to speak to her. I don't know what I'll do if she rejects me."

"You…" I pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance, "Torturing yourself with pointless what-ifs does more damage in the long term than being rejected."

"…Yeah, but at least… if nothing changes, things will be fine," He turns to me with a sad smile, one of impotence, one of defeat. "Yeah, nothing needs to change. As long as I see her smiling, it will be enough."

Status quo, huh? I repress an urge to groan and glare at the idiot with pure vexation. I briefly cuff him on the side of the head, hard enough to make him stumble. I'm not the violent type but even I couldn't help myself if this pathetic ploy was his answer to his cowardness. I don't care much for the moron but I refuse to be 'friends' with someone who'd rather prefer repressing himself for the sake of the status quo. He may not be Hayama Hayato, but damn me if this isn't something that guy would do.

"Idiot." I growl out, "Don't try to paint this as some stupid sacrifice on your part. You're just scared that the girl you like won't like you back. Well get over it, it happens to everyone, you're not anything special."

He stares at me, startled for several seconds, mouth agape as he held his head. Silence ensues for several seconds.

"You've… never said something like that to me before," He says astonished. "To me it was like you never cared." I narrow my gaze as he suddenly grins somberly. "Yeah, I guess I'm not special in anything. My looks aren't impressive, my height either. My grades, sometimes I just pass scratchingly… Nobody likes whiners either.

"But, looks like what I do have is a friend that can slap my face when I'm crying like an idiot."

"That friend of yours sounds like a great guy," I respond casually as I relax, "Be sure to thank him for me."

Yuuki lets out a hearty laugh, and I release a brief chuckle myself. I guess this guy isn't as bad as I first thought, he still needs a lot of work though. Eventually his laughter ends, and he stares up the sky.

"I'll be sure to thank him…" He nods his head, "So she asked about me, huh?" Yuuki pinches his nose.

I hum in agreement, "Looks like you might have things easier than you thought. She's curious about you, thinks there may be more to you than others let on."

I know it isn't completely true, but I can't just gift him a potential relationship. If he truly wants to be with Sairenji, he's going to need to prove it to not only me but to himself. Only then may they find what they think they want, possibly something genuine or maybe not. But they need to put forth the effort nonetheless.

Yuuki scratches his cheek in embarrassment, "It's funny to think that I've always wanted to hear that, yet now I'm terrified. I wasn't prepared for this. Maybe if I was more like Usui… or like you."

I narrow my eyes at that. Usui? Who's that? Another 'friend' of mine?

"Nah, this world wouldn't be able to handle another high quality person like me," My sarcastic wit answers for me, "Make do with what you have now."

Yuuki stands up and turn to me raising a hand, "Well, I guess this is it. I'll try to talk to Haruna-chan tomorrow. Whatever happens then…" He breathes deeply, before determination painted his face. Hoh, that was an unusual sight, "I guess I'm gonna have to deal with it, aren't I?"

I look at his extended hand for some seconds, did this really warrant a handshake? I slowly offer my own hand in order to not arouse suspicion.

"Better than whining about it any longer." I mutter.

"Haha, yeah." He suddenly blinks, and starts waving a hand to someone behind me. I look over my shoulder, noticing the noise of a motorcycle getting closer, "Yo, Harima!"

The guy in question, a familiar delinquent, parks his bike by the sidewalk. I resist the urge to scowl as he approaches us, "Sup, guys. What're you up to?"

Yuuki and the newly arrived Harima Kenji walked up to each other easily and gave each other a jovial fistbumps. Huh… So that's what they looked like.

After that, Harima raises a fist to me, expecting the same with that contradictory innocent expression he held. I stare blankly at his hand and slowly do the same, resigning myself. This was stupid.

"For my part, I was receiving a wake up call by a kick in the butt," Yuuki laughs and adds, "Not the kind you two give to punks though. What's up?"

Harima cocks an eyebrow. Mmm… wearing sunglasses today as well?

"Yeah, yeah. I'm on my way to Maid Latte," He scratches his head, "Wanna tag along? Otaku said there was some big ass event goin' on there."

Yukki blinks, "The maid café?"

I frown at the offer. It's been a while since I last went to that kind of establishment, and while I did acknowledge its appeal, I did say I'd rather not go back to them. But then again…

"…Who else is going to be there?" I ask slowly.

Harima shrugs his shoulders, "Beats me. I'm just goin' to have my manga checked before I start the next drafts."

'His' manga? Wait, is he a mangaka or something? Oh, right, Kasumigaoka said something about that yesterday, didn't she? Huh, I would have never thought he went to such levels of Otaku-ness. No wonder he's friends with Aki.

Yuuki puts on a knowing, cocky smirk, "Oh, I see, you just want to see Tsukamoto-san!"

An intense oppressive aura suddenly covers Harima. He glares down at Yuuki before speaking, "You wanna die, bastard?"

He, of course, shook his head while waving his arms frantically, "J-just joking, dude, just joking! Can't you take a joke?"

I simply raise an eyebrow at their interaction. This 'Tsukamoto' Yuuki brought up looks to be a sore spot for Harima. I wonder who this could be?

Harima relaxes, "Asshole… Just shut up! For some reason, everyone thinks I'm datin' Imouto-san. How am I supposed to get close to Tenma-chan if she herself has given me the blessing of our 'relationship'?"

I look on as the delinquent begins to tug at his hair in frustration while Yuuki tries to calm him down. It was pretty unexpected to find someone like Harima stuck in some sort of love-triangle misunderstanding situation. I guess those girls he knows don't mind his appearance.

It's not my place to talk about appearances though. It's just that people ignore the beauty of my eyes! They fear what they don't understand! I'm the true victim in all of this!

But honestly, Harima is the epitome of what a delinquent is thought to look like. Well maybe if he grew out his hair he'd fit the bill more, but my statement still stands. While it's not surprising that he has someone he likes, since he's still human at the end of the day, it's odd that others would actually be willing to be friendly towards him. I can't speak for his two female acquaintances but I never would have gone through the trouble of talking to him, let alone actually being his friend. Yuuki well… I'm not too surprised that he'd be amicable towards Harima, being a nice guy and all that, but I'd expect him to be way too scared to even approach him.

I guess that goes to show how much I know. I suppose my impressions of the ones I know should rise if they were willing to see past Harima's exterior and actually befriend the guy.

Might as well see how this excursion he wants to drag us to goes.

"Why bother telling us about the event if you don't care about it?" Yuuki deadpans. I agree with him.

"Dunno," He yawns. "Apparently someone important is gonna show up or something. That's what the Otaku said anyway."

Now who exactly is important enough to Aki that warrants his arrival to a maid cafe?

Yuuki scratches his head, "Well, I got some homework to do. I'd like to go but… nah, I can't. I have some things to think about. Besides, Ayumu is waiting for me by the convenience store a few blocks down."

Oh? Looks like Aikawa was serious about walking Yuuki home. Must be close friends, the two of them.

Harima lowers his gaze, looking dramatically serious, "Is it about Sairenji?"

Yuuki nods and smirks, "Yeah." He glances at me. "I guess I have to stop being an utter idiot."

Heh… that might take you a lot of time. Though it's already idealistic to think that you'll be able to figure things out in one day.

Source: Me.

I may have given Yuuki a metaphorical shove, but it'll take a while for him to get through his own personal hurdles. Maybe I should be prepared to listen to some pathetic excuses from him tomorrow.

"When a man is in love, there's nothing else to think about," Harima states with resolution. That sounded too cheesy for me, but it got the point across, "So ya finally made up your mind, Shorty?"

I silently snort at the nickname, it suits him.

"Sort of… not so sure," Yuuki sighs picking his school bag up from the ground. "We'll see what happens." He waves a hand at us, "See you guys around, and…" I raised an eyebrow as he looks directly at me. "Thanks, man."

I stare back in silence before closing my eyes, "Not sure what you're talking about. Just leave already, idiot."

I didn't really do anything to warrant gratitude.

"Heh…" Yuuki finally turns around and walks away. Harima looks to be smirking to himself, apparently approving Yuuki's newfound determination.

I look down at my still bandaged hand and curl a fist. I wonder, what exactly am I doing?

I did something I never would have thought to do back in my world. I helped someone get on the right path for their 'romantic' desires. I tell myself that I did it in order to keep Sairenji near on the chance that she winds up being the creation.

But is it really just that…?

While, yes, my main priority was to keep another female at arm's length there was another reason why I helped as much as I did. It was something that I once wanted to see from the outside back in my world. Over there I protected a shallow group from falling apart for the same reason I helped Yuuki and Sairenji. I wanted to see if something genuine could really exist.

Feh… I'm a coward, instead of searching for it myself, I'm letting others do it for me for the sake of security and self-preservation.

Sorry, Yuuki, Sairenji. I'm not as good of a person you both think me as.

But for all of our sakes, I hope you don't disappoint.

"Oi, dude!" Harima calls out, "What's with ya?"

I glance at him before staring once more to where Yuuki was some minutes ago.

"Nothing really…"

4-9

Those situations in a manga's prologue where the protagonists find themselves surrounded by delinquents only to be saved by stronger side characters or even deuteragonists, is one the biggest cliches that exist and thankfully they're on a decline. Now it happens by the second or third chapters instead. Poor redshirts never get a break, huh?

This looks to be another one of those times unfortunately. But thankfully I'm not the protagonist in question.

We're just in front of some video game store whose name I couldn't be bothered to learn, and by we I mean, Harima and I. Of course, I refused to ride that death trap he called a motorcycle, so Harima left it by a friend's house, close to Sobu.

Should I be worried of another possible delinquent being so close to my school?

Anyhow, back to the matter at hand. After Harima had continuously asked me to accompany him to this 'Maid Latte' he kept babbling about, I finally relented if not only to shut him up. But learning more about him did pique my curiosity, what exactly is in a maid cafe that could help him with his manga? Well, there was that 'Tsukamoto' person Yuuki brought up. She might have something to do with it.

Both of our attentions are caught when we catch some students stumbling out of the store in fear. Curiosity has us peek inside. Close enough to keep the automatic doors open, but not enough to draw attention to ourselves.

"Give us your fucking games, wimp! Dumbasses like you don't deserve to have such pieces of art in your stinky hands!"

I cock an eyebrow, focusing on what was going on inside the gaming store. Apparently, there was some sort of gang, bullying some guy… and stealing his games? What kind of delinquents were they? Shouldn't you be stealing his money or something? And why were you guys doing this inside? Where's the supervisor or the cashier for that matter?

Oh, he's a scared high school part-timer… Figures.

The apparent victim had brown hair with messy bangs, and I think I could distinguish his eyes from here… They were… violet? Such an odd color. Besides that, he looks sort of plain and doesn't really stand out much, not to mention that he's rather short. He wore a uniform I wasn't familiar with, composed of a white shirt under a dark bluish blazer, a red tie and gray pants. Great, yet another school I'm not familiar with.

The attacker, holding him by his neck looked… Ugh… He looks really gross. Like one of those gag villains that have chiseled features, but for some reason he had feminine aspects to go alongside them. Seriously, what's with that vulgar style of his? Pink hair doesn't look good on males, you knoooow? Much less when it's a punk hairstyle.

It's never a pleasant thing to look at and until today I thought I was safe from them because they tended to exist only in fantasy, but fortune was not on my side today.

Not to mention the others… geez, they all look unpleasant in so many different ways, and what's worse is that they are wearing school uniforms… some of them at least. How on earth could these guys be in high school?

Not only do you guys fill the stereotype of what the delinquents used to look like back in 90s manga, but you guys look like idiots trying to pull it off in this decade. Even Harima pulls it off better than you lot can.

"Oi… Do you think we should do something?" I turn to Harima, who looked more bored than troubled at these circumstances. "I'm not the type to let some punks intimidate weaklings. As a man pining for Tenma-chan, I must answer the cries of the weak to make her proud!"

What are you, some kind of wannabe superhero? And what's with that reasoning? Either be that kind of guy of your own volition or don't, you shouldn't be something you're not for others' sakes.

"Do what you want, one outnumbered fight was enough for me yesterday," I retort, closing my eyes.

I was never one to get into such troubles, not just because I didn't want to, but due to the fact that whether I intervened or not, there wasn't much I could do… Actually, I preferred avoiding getting into this kind of circumstances all together. At least I had the excuse of being 'hurt' to keep me from getting involved.

"Heeehh… is that right?"

I blink upon hearing a new voice coming from behind us. I turn around, spotting a guy that was somehow exuding an aura surrounded by flowers as he smiled in good humor. Wait a minute, what the heck was this!?

"Y-you!? Pretty Boy!" I hear Harima yell.

'Pretty Boy'…? Um… now that he stood just at my right looking inside the store in interest, I could observe just how true that statement was. T-this guy… It should be illegal to be that attractive! Bastard! Riajuu! Go blow up!

This guy went far beyond Hayama Hayato. He was rather tall, just about Harima's height, he had spiky dirty-blonde hair, green eyes, and looked athletic despite his slender build. Seriously, what the heck is with that annoying face of his? He's way too handsome, dammit! This can't be possible!

Pretty Boy wore what I guess is his school's uniform. It was a white shirt with its sleeves rolled up and his red tie hung loosely. His trousers were a bright shade of brown, a bit painfully bright actually. He casually loosened his tie even more as he looked on the delinquents. Looks like he more or less knows what Harima was going for.

"Mind if I tag along, Delinquent-kun?" He asks with and odd tone. Mmm? Why does he look so odd now? Actually, he looks pretty bored if anything. Like if the prospect of a fight was only interesting because it was a time-burner for him, "I'm still a little frustrated after this past week."

So this prince-like guy is someone Harima knows? Wow, these two are exact opposites, how do they know each other? I'll admit, I'm curious.

"Who are ya callin' 'Delinquent-kun,' you piece of shit!?" Harima grits his teeth, cracking his knuckles, "Betcha I can take more out than you this time!"

The blonde turns to him, not looking at all impressed, "A bet?"

"What else?" Harima smirks, "Unless you're afraid of losing, heh…"

Is this something you to should really be talking about right now? That poor fellow is still being harassed over there. Harima has apparently forgotten that fact, but I guess this other guy will at least bother to help him.

"Loser wears pink shorts for a day," I resisted the urge to face-fault. Give me back my decent thoughts about you! You may look like a prince, but you're in fact really ugly on the inside, aren't you!? Looks really are deceiving.

Never trust the handsome, reliable-looking guy. Those kind of characters always wind up being the serial killers in most slasher films!

"Tch, how about if you two actually do something instead of talking nonsense?" I say with a blank stare.

"Yosh! I'm gonna wiiiiiiin!" I look over just in time to see Harima rush headfirst into the gang. 'Pretty Boy' merely observes, hands in his pants pockets before slowly trailing behind the delinquent. What a weird guy…

Well, it seems it's going get dangerous around here.

"Where the heck did these guys come from?" The gross one with the pink hair says in surprise, noticing both Delinquent-kun and Pretty Boy entering the gaming store, "Looking up for a fight, punks!?"

"H-help! I just bought these and I haven't played them yet!" Whines out the guy, holding his video games tightly in his arms. Wait, is that what you're worried about?

"You guys looked like you were having fun, we wondered if we could join in," The blonde guy says casually.

"SHIT!" One of the gang, a bald guy with glasses points a finger at him, "He pisses me off! How can this bastard be so good-looking!?"

The pink-haired delinquent steps forward, "Don't you know who we are?" Harima and Pretty Boy… damn it, I hate calling him that, what sort of stupid nickname is that? Anyway, they exchange glances, shrugging their shoulders.

"Nope," The blonde deadpans without a care.

"Doesn't ring a bell," Harima puts a thoughtful expression and scratches his head. "It's not like I really care."

"Hey, boss Odawara," A creepy looking fat guy speaks. "Let's teach them a fucking lesson!"

Odawara, their apparent leader, smirks in confidence, "Heheh, we're the infamous band of 14 Devils of Fujou Academy! Remember that, assholes!" He raises a fist, "Fuck off before we beat you two to a blo-"

Harima suddenly steps up to him, grabs his hand and twists… Geez… That looked so painful. The pinkhead falls to the ground, rolling from side to side and groaning in pain.

"Huuuuh!?" Did you say something!?" Harima asks with an intimidating aura, leaning his head closely while feigning to try to listen to him. "I can't hear you, punk."

"B-boss!" One of the 'devils' shout in desperation, "T-those sunglasses… isn't that Harima Kenji from Yagami High!? He's a fucking legend! Oh, shit, oh shit! Don't tell me this'll be 'Ultimate Darkness' all over again!"

How can sunglasses possibly be a trademark for Harima? That doesn't make sense…

And what the hell is Ultimate Darkness? Sounds like a name for some cliche ultimate super villain in kid shows. Pretty Boy snorts to himself in pure amusement after hearing the nickname.

Wait, that's an actual person then? Does the blonde know Ultimate Darkness or something? And seriously, what's with that cringeworthy name?

Harima cocks an eyebrow in disbelief, "Wha? You're the group that was defeated by that tiny girl and her lackeys?"

"She's a monster!" One of them, I don't bother seeing who, shouts in fear. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the comical notion that apparently some small girl and her friends were able to beat up these thugs. But hey, just another weird thing this world has to offer, right? The things I have accept as truth… Honestly…

"She even had Takao-san on her side!" Another bald guy, who was skinny and for some reason had to circular marks just in his forehead, shouted.

Wait a minute… 'Takao-san'? Is this a coincidence?

"C-calm down guys," Odawara stands to his feet, holding his aching hand. "There's more of us than them, even if we are facing Yagami's Lone Biker and…" His face become frozen solid as he notices me in the background, and slowly points a finger at me, his hand trembling. "That's Sobu's Shadow's Fist! Hikigaya Hachiman!"

…Hah?

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Lone Biker? Shadow Fist? What the hell is with those stupid names? Gah… I feel secondhand embarrassment just hearing them. Stop reminding me of my black history dammit, even it wasn't as bad as this. I look back at Harima, why the heck do you look so proud?

So it turns out that I'm some sort of known delinquent? Well, it's no wonder with how rumors regarding me spread like wildfire in a forest across two campuses. I mean, I'm rather known, and not in the good way either... Give me back my solitary life dammit!

"Heh… well," Harima smirks, rubbing his nose. "Looks like you assholes realized how screwed you are!"

"D-don't chicken out!" Odawara calls out once more, "They're just three, and the absurdly good-looking bastard is probably a wimp! We can still win!"

It's two, dumbass. When did I say I was going to fight?

"Hurry up and get to fighting, you wanted to help, right?" I say boredly. If you guys are going to fight, then just do it already. I let my gaze fall on Pretty Boy, he looks as bored as I am.

"Heeehh… Hikigaya, you look awful," He gestures to his eyes with a smug look, "All weird looking."

"Shaddup, and get this over with." I growl, suppressing a sigh. Leave my eyes alone.

Harima smirks darkly, and Pretty Boy starts walking casually towards them. The guy, still holding his games, uses this chance to escape from the gang, running to me. He lets out a sigh of relief.

"T-thanks! I thought it was over for my games there…" Still thinking about his games? You should organize your priorities. You could have gotten hurt, you now?

I don't bother answering. If it were up to me, we wouldn't be here. Only because I see this as pointless violence, and an intellectual such as myself shouldn't be dirtying his hands with the blood of these savages. Consider yourself lucky that Harima was willing to do so kid.

It is then that when I focus my attention where the gang was, my eyes shoot wide open instantly. I look on in disbelief, mouth agape, as every member of the Gang of 14 Devils was being knocked out in mere seconds by Harima and the other guy.

The way these two moved was too damn swift and they handled them without breaking a sweat. While Harima seemed to rely more on physical strength and strong blows, the blondie took them down with swift and calculated moves, as if he knew some sort of martial art. They were impressive and the gang didn't stand a chance.

"Hah! It's your loss Pretty Boy! I took down six of them!" Harima bellows in pride.

Oi, idiot, what part of 'gang of 14 Devils' didn't you hear? Knowing that number should automatically tell you that you lost.

"Is that so?" Pretty Boy says in a mocking manner, "I got eight."

It takes the delinquent a few seconds before he realizes his blunder. He immediately blanches and somehow becomes miniaturized.

"U-Usui-san! T-this was just a casual game among friends, r-right?" Harima stutters. Oh, so he was that to this Usui guy?

"No way," The newly deemed Usui says, sticking his tongue out childishly, "You're wearing pink shorts on Sunday."

Harima's jaw drops, a drop of sweat trailing down his forehead, "Y-you bastard!"

Usui smirks, eyes closed as he pockets his hands in his pants, "Be sure to bring a camera, Delinquent-kun. And remember to smile~"

Harima blubbers at his loss and begins to grip his head in panic. Looks like he'll be on the brink of a breakdown at this rate. Usui uncaringly walks up to me and the victim we rescued. What a funny guy.

"I feel a bit better," Usui waves a hand at us, before walking away, "See ya."

"W-wait," The boy starts, "I saw what you did there! It was amazing! Who are you?"

He turns to him with a dumb expression, ''I'm just some weird stalker who had nothing better to do," His tone matches his expression somehow, "Other than that, I'm a perverted alien from Planet Pheromone."

I stare blankly at him as he walks away, speechless. The boy at my side looks just the same. What the heck was that introduction?

In any case, the hero who leaves before being rewarded, eh? That's pretty interesting, you'd think that with his looks he'd be constantly surrounded by attention. Hell, I would haphazard a guess that he was the kind who was used to it. Must not like it, maybe.

"Ah… I wanted to thank him," The plain boy at my side comments before turning to me. Now that I looked at him properly, this guy was pretty short, maybe even more so than Yuuki, "Oh, I'm Amano Keita. I really appreciate the help."

"I didn't do anything," I respond coolly.

"But they're your friends right?" My eyebrow twitches at that, just endure it Hachiman, "You told them to help me."

Mm… I guess I did in a way, but I just wanted get this over with as fast as possible, so I just urged them to do it quickly.

I sense a depressed aura approaching us. It was Harima, who was dragging his feet towards us, defeated. You're the one who started the bet you idiot, you don't get to sulk about it.

Amano Keita laughs nervously at what I guess he sees as an intimidating figure and then bows to us, "A-anyway, thank you so much guys! I owe you." He smiles and walks away, still holding his games. I manage to catch a glimpse of one of them. Console games, huh? I still prefer my precious Vita-chan because I can play alone in my room.

One of the games is called Golden Memories…? Does he have a fetish for blonde girls? The cover is chock-full of them.

While Harima still looks miserable for his upcoming punishment, I look towards the back of the store, where 14 delinquents laid unconscious. Other teenagers were running away from them in fear, which was expected. Well, we don't have anything left to do here anymore, we should just g-

"Kya!" One of the fleeing students tripped with the leg of one of the unconscious delinquents, the games she held scattering around. It was a blonde girl that wore a black ribbon on the back of her head, and a school uniform… that looks certainly similar to the one that Amano guy wore, although the gray skirt was the obvious difference as this uniform was for girl.

I resisted the urge to laugh at such a ridiculous sight, yet Harima pointed a finger at her and shamelessly did so to his heart's content. Oi, you hold no consideration towards anybody, do you, Delinquent-kun?

The girl in question panics and starts picking her games from the ground before noticing Harima laughing at her expense. Her green eyes narrow as she glares at him and Harima gulps.

"Damn. Another scary ojou," Harima mutters.

'Another,' huh? Well, she does have a 'rich girl' posture, not unlike the Yukinoshita sisters. Hehh… Seems that he has some experience with those kind of girls. Not pleasant ones from what he gave away. It's interesting actually, seeing how he's without a doubt a delinquent. How did he manage to meet another rich girl then?

She walks up to us, not looking happy. Hey now, don't group me with this idiot. He's the one who laughed.

"W-why were you laughing!? Did you think that was funny?" She intensifies her glare at Harima, "My face hurt!"

"Tch! It's your fault for falling!" Harima 'defends' himself. Dumbass, you just don't say that kind of stuff.

"M-m-my f-fault!?" She repeats in disbelief.

"Ignore this idiot. He lets his muscles do his talking," I interrupt blandly, ignoring his indignant 'Oi!' behind me, "You alright?"

She turns to me, "Y-yes… I was just surprised seeing all of these bodies." She closes her eyes, resting a hand over her chest. Now that I look at her closely, she was pretty cute. Wait a second, I've said that about every girl I've met haven't I? Geez, if I'm not careful I'm going to start sounding like a harem protagonist.

Just kidding. As if that could happen.

"That so…" I murmur before looking over at Harima, "We done here?"

He scratches his head, "Tsk… I guess."

Oh, wait, I turn to the girl, recalling something important. The game Hachiman, the game… she could be a potential suspect for the game and now that you met her face to face. "Uh…" I have no idea what I could say to her, she was a complete stranger. Oh wait, I clear my throat, "Did you know the guy that was in trouble? He was wearing your school's uniform."

She blinks at my question, "Oh, I actually wanted to ask him something. He's a classmate of mine… but he ran away before I could…" She blinks, "Oh, where are my manners?" She smiles, a sudden radiance enveloping her, the hell? "I'm Tendou Karen. Nice to meet you."

Harima and I watch her radiance with blank stares.

"Ah, yeah…" I avert my gaze, "I'm Hikigaya Hachiman." I point my thumb at the delinquent, "And he's…"

"Oi, why should we give our names to some random chick?" Harima questions, and honestly, he has a point. Though the girl doesn't appreciate the additional rudeness.

"You laughed at her, might as well make up for it," I say sternly and Harima facepalms.

"So what? Man… Tomoya said you might have hit your head or something, guess he wasn't lyin'."

"Think you'll score points with that girl of yours if she finds out you lack good manners?" I taunt the taller boy and he grits his teeth, realizing it. Manipulation sure is great sometimes.

"T-that… guess you have it right, Hikigaya," He pats my back. "Nice advice!" He gives a thumbs up at Tendou Karen, who sweat drops. "The name's Harima Kenji."

Alright, you accepted my wise words, but, why did you have to touch me?

"O-okay… I'll get going them, Hikigaya-kun," She makes a disinterested expression when looking at my companion. "Harima-kun."

"Laters blondie," The sunglass-wearing guy raises a hand in farewell. She bows and turns around, ready to leave.

It is in that moment that Deus Ex Machina's words flashes through my mind.

"Then, I will give you one final hint. Every being you already know and will meet from now on is important, Kiyotaka Ayanokoji. For you, the same, Hachiman Hikigaya."

I can never catch a break, can I? Despite the fact I'm not the slightest bit interested in knowing her, for the sake of the game, I must relent.

Meh, I barely know anything about this girl, but I can't let her get away yet. I hate this, being forced to interact with every girl I encounter, but I have no choice. Now, I need something to make Tendou stay in some sort of close proximity to me. Oh geez, now I am starting to sound like a harem king…

Wait. With the obvious passion for gaming of hers, I could use that project thing of Aki's that he tried dragging me into yesterday. There's also Takao actually, being a fellow gaming girl. Or… Maybe both?

I gaze blankly before asking, "Oi… You like games?" And she halts, turning to me in curiosity, Harima joined in with a raised eyebrow of his own. "Uh, it's just not something you see too often, you know? I've only seen one other girl like games, though she's a bit much."

I was referring to Takao of course, though I had to take some liberties seeing as how I have no idea who she was. But if she was willing to buy a retro game then they must mean something to her, right? After all, when it comes to gamers, the true ones hold a huge value with the old classics compared to the new things just about anybody could buy. Or at least that's what I'm lead to believe.

Tendou seems pensive before a sudden blush creeps across her cheeks, "I-I suppose I like them a bit?"

"A bit?" I raise an eyebrow, observing the bunch of games in her hands, which she tried to hid behind her upon noticing my dry stare. "That hardly looks like 'a bit'."

She lowers her head, "Ah, hehe," She giggles awkwardly. "M-most of these are… for a friend…"

C'mon it's obvious that you're lying. Just look at yourself, trembling, avoiding looking at me plus your voice doesn't even sound the least bit convincing!

"What are you embarrassed for?" I ask flatly.

Gamers were not generally seen in a good light by society. It happens due to the fact that most were reclusive, preferred 2D characters more so than the real thing and because they dedicate their social time to gaming, making them have little to no friends. If she had a reputation to protect, I guess it'd be understandable to some degree that she'd try to hide her tastes. Doesn't make it any less pathetic though.

Tendou averts her gaze awkwardly, a drop of sweat trailing down across her cheek.

"I-I don't particularly hate them…" She responds, yet it's easy to see that she's still lying. You're not fooling anyone.

"Oh. Does your friend like these kinds of games?" Harima asks dumbly. I take that back, I guess… Do you seriously not see that she was lying about everything?

"There's no friend, idiot," I point out. "They're for her."

"Really?" Harima turns to the girl, and she panics as he focuses on her, "They're for you?"

Give the man a prize.

"Ah…" She avoids meeting his gaze. Suddenly, she directs her eyes at me, eyes that looked unexpectedly hopeful. What do you want? "I bought these games… to give them to you!"

She pushes the bag filled with games to my chest as she closes her eyes. I blink in surprise. How the heck did it come to this?

Harima looks at us both and scratches his chin, "Ah, she's a nice person."

No she's not, blockhead. This Tendou girl is trying to use me to get out of this.

"She's being ridiculous… Why would she give me this if I just met her today?" I mutter as I look down at the bag. Huh, that's a lot of games.

"Whoa! This one just came out yesterday," Harima pulls a game out of the bag. Geez, this guy gets distracted way too easily.

"Oh, yes. It's the direct continuation of Silver Island, but in this a new protag-" The blonde girl stops herself, realizing how badly her mouth had slipped. She flushes once she sees me raise an amused eyebrow.

"For someone that apparently doesn't like games that much, you're very informed," I say coyly. I smirk knowingly, seeing her dig herself deeper into that hole of hers.

"A-alright!" She gives up to pressure and suddenly admits the truth, while shouting, "I like video games! In fact, I love them! That's why I have been trying to revive the game club of my school during this whole year to no avail!" She steps up to me, looking angry, "And when I finally manage to get the permission to re-open it, a candidate I thought could be a good member for the game club runs away before I can even present myself!"

Oi, oi, we just met. I just wanted you to tell the truth, not to tell me your depressing life story. I have the feeling that she was building up a lot of stress, but hey, no need to have me deal with it.

She seems agitated now. Harima scratches his head as we both exchange glances. Dear me, just what kind of situation have we found ourselves in?

"…Feel better?" I ask warily, offering the bag of games back to her.

"Actually… Yeah," Tendou nods her head. "I… I think I needed that."

After Tendou grabs her bag, I add, "Well, everyone has their own problems, you know?"

"I don't really get it…" Harima looks on in confusion.

"You don't have to," I answer offhandedly before focusing on Tendou, "Don't you have other gaming friends?"

She scratches her cheek, musing a bit, "I have one friend, but she's from another school. Besides her, I think I do know a couple of people of my school… why do you ask?"

"That girl I talked about. She's dragging me to buy some classic ga-"

"Don't tell me, Blue Encore!?" She interrupts me, and I frown. What a dumb name for a game. "That's one of the all-time greatest classics out there!"

Whoa. Relax there, woman.

In any case, I have no idea what game Takao wanted to buy, so I guess I'll go along with her.

"Y-yeah… I think that's it, I doubt she'd mind if you tagged along," I say slowly, gamer girls can sure be scary…

"R-really!?" She blinks before frowning, "Ehrm… could it be that you know Takao-san?"

I blink at that, didn't see that coming. Small world, eh? Huh, irony, funny.

"Oi, you know Gamer Girl?" Harima butts in.

Tendou smiles, her stance relaxing. I've come to notice that just like me, everyone around also has many connections, and funnily enough they all find a way to connect back to me. Stupidly paradoxical if you ask me.

"…Gamer Girl? Is that what you call her?" Tendou tilts her head curiously, "She's a friend of mine. We share… many interests… I suppose…"

"Well, that's good then," I say easily, "She'd probably like having someone else to talk about that game of hers."

"Does she really have time for that? As far as I know, she's helping somebody with a game project right now," Tendou explains, tilting her head. "She would have told me if that game was finished."

Oh? Takao's involved with Aki's game? Come to think of it, I only rejected joining him, I have no idea how he's actually doing on it.

"Can't you just help?" Harima offers all of a sudden, "The Otaku just might cry havin' some other gaming nerd help him."

I understand that we're familiar with Aki, Delinquent-kun, but she doesn't know who the heck you're talking about. And you were rude there at the end just now.

"We, uh, know the guy who's working on that project," I explain, "He's in a bit of a rut in making progress with it, he'd probably appreciate the help."

Again, I'm taking liberties. But if he's requesting mine and Kasumigaoka's help when we're not experienced in designing games, he must be desperate, right?

"Ah, it's like that then?" Tendou nods her head before putting a thoughtful finger on her chin, her green eyes wandering around. "Alright!" She smiles brightly, "I'll tell Takao-san that I'll help, too!"

"Sure," I say with a shrug.

"Heh, Otaku'll be happy to hear that," Harima says, smirking.

Tendou smiles, and I'm surprised to see that she managed to not be intimidated by Harima's looks. I suppose she isn't one to judge others by sight. A rare find indeed. She takes out her phone, and looks at me… I blink at that…

"…What is it?" I ask uneasily, even though I already knew where this was going.

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"Aren't we going to exchange contacts?" She asks with a smile, putting her hands behind her.

…Do I need to? I know I made her stay for the damned game… but… This isn't really necessary, was it?

Harima leans to my side, "Whatcha waiting for?"

"Huh?" I didn't see the purpose, she already knew Takao. Well, can't look a gift horse in the mouth, I guess. Scratching my head, I respond. "Oh, uh, sure…"

I took out my phone and offered it to her.

She manipulated both of them, a bip sound being heard, "Okay! It's done," She hands me over my phone with a smile, "I'll be going then, Hikigaya-kun," Tendou merely glances at Harima. "Harima-kun."

"Tch… What's with that bias?" The delinquent grumbles to himself.

"Don't ask me," I mutter drily. You brought that on yourself laughing at her.

She turns around and walks away. I stare at her leaving form before Harima starts walking to the opposite way, hands pocketed. He stops after some steps, "You comin'?"

"…Yeah, sure," I sigh to myself as I follow right behind him.

I wonder, when will I stop meeting new people? I've already lost count on the number of contacts I already have.

4-10

I stand just in front of a four-story building, it looked pretty homely compared to the other commercialized stores that surrounded it. The door along with the windows all had canopies, the first two floors had flowerbeds just outside the windows. I guess that was the restaurant.

I still can't believe I got stuck coming to a maid cafe. It's a bit big for one, huh? Hmm? What's that? A poster?

Welcome Masters! For Only Today. Come Join Us for Idol Night!

'Idol Night'? Oh great… It has special themes too.

Is this the reason why this place looks crowded? There's even a line of people waiting to enter. Were maid cafes this popular?

"…This is it then?" I ask warily.

"Oh yeah, you haven't come here yet," Harima responds easily, "My bad, this is where Imouto-san works after school."

"…'Imouto-san'?" I ask, narrowing my gaze.

"I already told you, dumbass," Harima glares at me. He did? "Weren't ya listenin'?"

"Sorry, you were being stupid so I was ignoring you," I say flatly before recalling something. "This, 'Imouto-san,' is the one that checks your manga? Tsukamoto, right?"

"Tch…" He nods his head grumpily, folding his arms. I glance inside. Geez, it's really packed in there, huh? Wait, isn't that an open table?

"Well this is surprising," A familiar smooth voice comes from behind us. We look back to see the same aggravatingly pretty face from last time, Usui, "Didn't think I'd ever see you come here, Hikigaya."

I involuntarily twitch an eyebrow. His presence is one I'd normally see as a natural enemy.

"This idiot dragged me out here," I retort gesturing towards our resident delinquent.

"Whatever," He looks around before addressing the blonde, "The place is full, huh Pretty Boy?" Harima growls, "How are we supposed to get inside with so many creeps around?"

"You didn't think about this beforehand?" I roll my eyes, turning around, "What a waste of time… I'm leaving."

"Eeehh? After coming all this way, you're not going inside?" I turn back to see Usui looking at me curiously.

"You have a way for us to get in?" I ask in disinterest.

"I have a reserved table," The blonde guy shrugs easily, "Besides, I haven't seen Misa-chan in a while."

Probably the one that was empty. It's rather odd that a guy like him would come to this sort of place, but considering that he proclaimed himself to be a stalker and an alien pervert… Wait a second. He's not an actual alien like Deviluke, right?

Harima gives him a thumbs up, "At least you're useful when it comes to anything related to that maid of yours."

A personal maid, huh? It's probably that 'Misa-chan' Usui keeps mentioning. Geez, how often do you have to go to the place to have your own personal maid? Well, with his great looks it's not too surprising. Looking over his shoulder I can see girls pining in groups behind him. They all were blushing and staring at him with creepy and weird expressions. Sorry Hayama, but it seems even you are nothing compared to this guy.

Usui only ignores them and walks to the entrance, taking a piece of paper from his shirt's pocket, it looked like an invitation of sorts. Is he actually a special guest or something? He hands it to the robust man guarding the entrance. Alright, this place sure had good security. That guy looked professional, almost like Deviluke's bodyguards. Harima said something about an actual celebrity showing up or something, might be because of that.

"What's with all the hassle?" Harima asks as we follow after Usui, "Never seen this place so crowded for any event."

Usui looks lazily at him over his shoulder, "Not sure. Glasses-kun is already inside, ask him."

'Glasses-kun'? Why do I suspect that he was referring to our mutual otaku acquaintance? Aki does seem to be the kind of person who is always aware of any news regarding games, anime and manga, and most likely, this sort of event. Harima does call him an otaku, and from what I've seen of him, it's appropriate. Oh boy, I'm not going to find Zaimokuza here too, am I?

No way, this might be something he's into but he'd probably be way too embarrassed to actually go to these things. Plus, he'd be more likely to get kicked out of them. That guy's the kind to squeal at every little thing a maid does. Ugh… I'm getting grossed out just thinking about it.

"Whatever, let's just go inside already," I mutter.

The brown double doors are opened for us, and I can hear the complaints of those still waiting in the line. The blonde and I flawlessly ignore them, while Harima raises a fist threateningly at them, shouting.

"Shut the hell up, bastards! If you don't have a reservation, that's your faults!"

Oi, oi. We didn't have a reservation either, moron. We're just entering because of Pretty Boy here…

"Quiet down before you get us in trouble," I whisper harshly as we enter the establishment. Huh, this place is pretty classy. Simple, but it held a very homely atmosphere which was funny seeing how big it actually was inside. Huh, it's seriously bigger than I thought.

There were plenty of wooden tables lined up across the salon, the walls were painted green, with some paintings adorning them. In all, it actually did feel relaxed and sort of cozy I guess.

"Welcome, Goshujin-samas!" I blink, looking forward, "Oops, we mean, our fervent fans!"

Before us three were four girls, every one of them dressed in costumes one would most likely see in Idol groups. Hoh, I guess they truly mean to give a different experience with this Idol event thing.

While all the costumes held the same style, white and with blue frills, each one of them had somewhat noticeable differences, like one having a blue ribbon, or another having a blue tie, or slight differences in the design, pretty minute but there. I have to mention though, the skirts are surprisingly conservative since they reach their knees. It's not like I particularly care, but skirts are usually shorter for idols from what I remember. Whatever, it's a good thing for me.

The first girl at the left had red eyes, curly auburn hair tied into a ponytail with a loose curl in the middle and two at the sides. She looked about Haruno's age and she exuded this mature allureness that was a bit dangerous.

The second one was green-eyed, had blonde hair with pink streaks dyed into a side ponytail, that must have taken a lot of dye. But… It takes all of my will not to stare at her, she was physically attractive to an insane degree. No, no! Don't fall for her spell, Hachiman! Looks aren't everything dammit! Turn your head!

The next one has dark blue long hair, an odd color for sure, but it matched quite nicely with her also dark blue eyes. She looked the youngest out of all of them. She had some hair clips on her bangs. This one particularly exuded this radiance, which was quite mesmerizing in its own way but refreshing nonetheless. Hah… At least it helped me regain my composure, thank you Idol/Maid-san!

The last one had brown eyes and peach-colored hair that reached her shoulders. She was the shortest of the four and also attractive. Is it just me, or was there something off with this girl, as if that smile of hers was hiding something dreadful behind it? I'm probably just imagining things, considering all the crap I've seen during these days. Getting a bit too paranoid.

As for us, Usui was surprisingly not impressed and only stared at them in pure disinterest. Harima was a similar case, though he was rummaging his nose. Gross, and you choose now to do that? Idiot!

Me? I just looked at them blankly. They helped me completely sober up and forget about the looks of these girls. I guess I can thank them for that.

The bluehead steps up to Usui, "I, Maizono Sayaka, will direct you to your usual table, sir!" She turns to me and the delinquent, "Ah! And I hope you two will support me by joining my beloved fans!"

If I remembered right, this girl was that Idol Yuuki and Aikawa mentioned two days ago, the one who had become very popular recently. But… Is this the proper place for an Idol to be? Shouldn't you be in, like, TV shows or something?

"Ehh? Misa-chan's not here?" Usui asks innocently, apparently not giving any care for this girl. He looks around for that 'Misa-chan' of his. Girlfriend maybe?

Maizono blinks, glancing at the others. It seems she didn't expect this guy to call for someone else. It can be seen as an insult actually. Oh dear, I find myself amongst very rude company this evening.

"Oh, eh… she'll be here soon enough," The bluehead smiles awkwardly, and I swear I'm cringing internally as the poor girl's struggles, "I-in the meanwhile, why not let yourselves be comfortable?"

Usui looks disappointed, Harima shrugs his shoulders and I sigh. I'm really sorry, Idol-san, it seems we're not the usual group of fans you were expecting. I can see the maids behind Maizono sweat dropping at the antics of the blonde idiot I'm in company with.

"Thanks, we… uh… appreciate it," I say uncertainty. With the reactions of the two idiots at my side, it seems to imply the opposite so I at least have to try to make this work.

Honestly, I don't really care, but I never had anything against Idols, so I might as well not be rude to her too. Besides, I may have to befriend her now that I've met her, taking the game in consideration. The list of possible suspects is getting bigger and I have yet to make any progress with any of them… well, I guess with Miura and Shiromeguri I'm a bit advanced. Though it'd be preferable to not be either of them.

Never expected I'd get an idol in the list of suspects though. Wait, the other maids don't count right? They're not focused on me. I don't need to interact with every girl I see, right?

Maizono stares at me, befuddled, but eventually smiles, apparently grabbing onto my metaphorical lifeline, "Sure enough! Please follow me."

As she walks towards the empty table, I turn to the two idiots, "Would it kill you to not be complete jackasses?" I growl, walking past them.

"Eeh? But Misa-chan wasn't here…" Usui says dejectedly. Are you seriously depressed because your maid didn't greet you?

"What'd I do?" Harima asks dumbly.

You're both hopeless…

Maizono motions a hand towards our table, where two girls, actually dressed as maids, awaited. I blink as they pull the chairs for us three to sit. As we do, I observe them.

One had moss green eyes, long green hair tied into a ponytail, with her bangs parted on her right side of her face. Finally, she wore oval glasses. Mmm, there was nothing else to note about her. Had looks, but they weren't particularly captivating.

The other girl was quite attractive in comparison, who had slightly curly, dirty blonde-colored hair, and dark brown eyes. As her gaze lands on me as I take a seat, and I can't help feel uncomfortable at her intimidating smile. Like the other, there was something off with this girl…

Harima and Usui don't seem affected in the slightest. It's rather impressive, actually.

Maizono gives to each one of us a menu, "I'll be sure to call the maid you asked for," Her dark blue eyes are suddenly directed at me, "Be sure to ask anything you'd like." With a wink she leaves, the two maids accompanying her.

"As expected of the future composer for Blessing Software," We three turn to see Aki Tomoya sitting with us, in our table. Where the heck did he come from?

"The hell did you come from?" Harima asks what was on my mind in his own rough manner.

Aki fixes his glasses, smiling creepily, "It matters not. The thing is, this is the chance we have been waiting for! Finally I get to meet Maizono Sayaka in person!" I roll my eyes, not only he's an otaku, but also an idol follower? Gross, "Now we can convince her to join our circle, Kenji-kun."

"Eeehh… Glasses-kun sure is confident," Usui comments uncommitingly, resting an elbow over the table, his chin over his hand.

"Don't call me Glasses-kun!" Aki retorts indignantly, before regaining his cool. He coughs into his hand before speaking, "Usui Takumi, always the same jokester, huh? The fact that the protagonist of my game is based on you doesn't give you the right to put that nickname on me."

So this prince-like fellow's full name was Usui Takumi?

Interestingly enough, it's odd seeing someone like Aki being an acquaintance of a good-looking guy like Usui. But after seeing Harima too, I guess that anything is possible.

Alright… now I can finally relax. I glance at the delinquent, who was looking around, "Trying to find your friend?"

"Yeah," Harima nods. "Can't see her anywhere. Damn, and I really needed her help…"

"Why do you want that girl to check it anyway?" Usui asks, "Yaku-chan isn't an otaku, or a mangaka. Besides, you actually went to school today, why not give her your manga there?"

The delinquent folds his arms, resting his back on the chair, "I couldn't. With those damn rumors about Imouto-san and me going out, I couldn't risk making things worse."

"Then give it to m-" Aki starts.

"No," Harima instantly replies, which immediately confuses me. It would make sense having the otaku check the manga, so why wouldn't Harima give it to him?

"Tch…" The bespectacled boy averts his gaze.

I guess the delinquent has his reasons. Anyway, I have the feeling that this particular rumor with that girl started because of something he did.

"Even then, shouldn't you let her focus on her job before bothering her with this?" I say offhandedly leaning on my hand.

Harima glares at us, "She told me I could come here so shaddup!" Both Usui and I release amused snorts at Harima's tantrum. He turns to the bespectacled guy, "Oi, Tomoya. How'd you get in here anyway? The place is damned pack. You got a reservation too?"

The Otaku smirks, fixing his glasses, "You underestimate me, Kenji-kun. As the head of a circle, it's not surprising that I'd get a free pass for my reputat-"

"He's friends with the manager," Usui points out with an exasperated tone. Heh, looks like he was getting annoyed with Aki's long-winded rant too.

Aki clears his throat, sweat dropping, "I-in any case, you are probably wondering why an idol such as Maizono Sayaka, who is at the focal point of her career, working as an Idol-Maid hybrid in Maid Latte."

While it's true that it was something worth noting, it didn't really matter to me. It's not any of my business why some new idol's here.

"No," I look elsewhere, uninterested.

"Not really," Usui leans on his chair, eyes shut.

Harima tsks, "Isn't that the point of today? This event is supposed to be about every maid being an Idol or something, right?"

Silence comes, in which Aki deadpans, "You guys are helpless. Whatever, the reason on why Maizono Sayaka is here is due to the fact that she used to work in Maid Latte before becoming popular." He explains.

"That's right!"

We turn to see a new arrived maid, who looked a bit older than the rest. This woman had blue eyes, chin-length purple hair and spiky bangs covering her forehead. The dress of her maid outfit was blue, and over her white apron was something akin to… an orange tie?

"Hyodo-san," Aki starts but shakes his head, "I mean, Manager-san!"

So they do know each other.

"Aki-kun! Weren't you supposed to be helping in the kitchen?" The maid named Hyodo, unexpectedly the manager, says to the otaku with a scolding tone.

The bespectacled boy assumed an stoic posture, looking solemn, "Not when I'm so close to the next member of my circle! You don't understand, Manager-san! This is a matter that will affect the world as we know it, and it all depends of me speaking to Maizono Sayaka."

So the Otaku wants an Idol to join his project? Can't think of a reason other than he wants her to make a song for his game or something. Or purely for the publicity if he were to get her endorsement. That would actually be a pretty clever move on his part.

"I told you that I would present her to you, but after today's event!" Hyodo retorts, pouting like a kid. How old are you?

Is this the appropriate place for you two to discuss this? Ack. I feel curious gazes land at our table. Quiet down so they can leave us alone.

"I know, I know," He stands up, raising a fist. "I must endure it! After all, once I have survived the depths of hell, then paradise will come! Blessing Software will reach the top, and once we do, everyone's hearts will dance and-"

"Just go!" Hyodo orders.

Well, if there is something I can respect about Aki is the fact that he's someone committed to reaching his goals, making that game of his. He's willing to do whatever it takes to achieve his dream, which is rather impressive actually. Now, what puts me off is that explosive devotion of his when it comes to talking about it. It's really obnoxious actually, wouldn't be surprised if he's annoyed others with his behavior.

The Otaku nods, drooping his shoulders, when Harima speaks to Hyodo, "Yo, Manager-san." I'm surprised that Harima bothered using honorifics with someone who was older. I guess this is his version of manners, rough as it is. "You guys so short of staff that even Tomoya can actually help?" The bespectacled boy glares at him, "Hehe, I was looking for Imou- er, I mean, Yaku-chan, but I can give you guys a hand," He smirks, "I accept food as payment."

The maid/manager became starry-eyed at his volunteering… Wow, I never thought I'd see that with my own eyes. I guess since I considered it as something that should come from anime or manga and all. Well, I've already witnessed so many of those anime-like aspects since I awoke in this crazy world that I guess it's normal.

"Of course, Harima-kun!" The maid claps her hands together, "You're a lifesaver!"

"Damn right I am," Harima stands on her feet and pats Aki's back twice. "Guess we're stuck working together again, heh."

Aki smiles at him and fixes his glasses, "I didn't expect anything less from Blessing's Software main illustrator and future mangaka, Harima Kenji!"

Please give me a break already Aki, and stop saying how you'd expect things already…

The two follow the manager inside a door where I assume the kitchen is located, and I'm left alone with Usui… just what I wanted… to be stuck with a boy with the looks of a shoujo manga protagonist. At least he doesn't seem to be as bad as that idiot Hayama.

Instead of bothering with talk, I browse the menu. The prices weren't cheap, but neither were they too expensive. There were few dishes, and there was even a part of the menu written with a thin marker. This section apparently changes constantly depending on the current event.

Today's specialty was: 'Go Go Idol-chan!' Lame name aside, I have no idea what this dish entails. After reading the description, I learn that it was omelet rice delivered by none other than Maizono, in which she can write anything you'd like on it, using ketchup I think. Ack… That's way too much money.

Other dishes with the theme of the day and less expensive allowed one to have the other 'Idols' to do just the same. Mmm, I could order one of these but I'd rather avoid having to interact with either of them. Being in this place is embarrassing enough as it is, having a maid cater to me is just too much.

Ah… I already miss Saize. Good food, and no need to interact with anyone else besides the waiter. Not to mention its low cost. The best place ever!

"Heeeh… Maybe I can make a special request for Misa-chan with these other orders." I look back up to the blonde male across from me.

I merely raise an eyebrow before returning my attention to the menu, "Probably…"

"Though knowing her, she's probably embarrassed to come out as an idol." Usui says in amusement.

I lower the menu list to see him staring at nothing boredly. Is Misa-chan all he talks about? I've yet to meet her, so I can't say much about it.

"Oi, are you ordering something, or did you just come to stalk that girl?" I inquire, suspecting his answer. It's hard to tell what he's thinking when he's in this dumb mode of his.

"Pfft. Can't it be both?" I can't help but sweatdrop at the fact that he admitted his intent. He's serious isn't he?

"Well, she must be something, I guess…"

Usui lets out an amused chuckle, "Probably."

This guy prefers to respond vaguely, so I'll do the same, "That so?"

Silence comes after that. Well, I already grew tired of this senseless chit chat. I have to wonder though, are all prince-like looking guys like this? Meh, his appearance has nothing to do with his personality it seems. Eccentricities can exist within anyone, it seems.

"But… Even being embarrassed won't stop her for long, it's just like Misa-chan to will herself through it." There's something about the way he said it. I'm not sure what, but his voice held this tenderness I would never expect someone like him would use. It brought a bit discomfort to me at being in its immediate proximity.

"Is that right…?" I observe him with narrowed eyes, "Do you know her that much?"

"In a way I suppose. She's very secretive about herself, yet still easy to figure out. It's when she does the unexpected that I feel the most excited of her." He offers calmly with that amused smile of his.

Now I'm getting curious about this Misa-chan… if only a bit.

"If you say so…" I mutter, noticing someone approaching us. I notice a change in Usui's posture in that moment.

"Usui! You're here again!?" A feminine voice cries out from the employee's area.

I look towards the voice's direction, spotting a girl. She had shoulder-length black hair, brownish eyes, although… anyway, this girl wore an Idol outfit similar to the others, and I dare say she was rather attractive. However, what caught my attention about her was the overly irritated expression she sported as she approached with angry steps at our table.

Oh boy, I hope I'm not subjected to her anger.

"Eeehh? Am I not allowed to come enjoy 'Idol Night'?" My blonde companion says in a whining manner.

"Anyone can come, I have no problem with that, but…" She glares at him, resting a hand on our table menacingly, "When troublesome customers come to disturb the quietness of our establishment, then that's something I won't allow!"

They stare at one another, fully ignoring my presence. Well, I don't feel this is particularly different as this usually happens to me. And well, I'd rather not be under her scrutiny. What a scary Maid/Idol…

"I wanted to see if Misa-chan would dress like an idol," Usui began smoothly, "Is it wrong?"

It was pretty clear, but at least I have a confirmation that this maid/idol was indeed Misa-chan.

Hoh, looks like Misa-chan's irate anger vanished as she averts her gaze with a flush and a scowl.

"T-there's obviously something wrong with that!" She growls out.

Usui takes it with a grin, "You look very cute Misa-chan~"

"!? Y-you!" The girl is completely red now. It's actually a pretty cute look on her, but can you two stop flirting in front of me? I don't want to have to tell you both to blow up.

Geez… These two are creating their own atmosphere. Am I that easily overlooked?

"Uh, I think I'm ready to order," I offer slowly. I succeed in breaking these two from their trance, but the girl blinks as if only just noticing me. Don't remind me of my lack of presence, dammit.

"Huh? You…" She glances back and forth from Usui to me in sheer shock, "You're here with him?"

I raise an eyebrow at her tone, she's not so surprised at the fact that I'm here at the restaurant, but that I'm here alongside Usui. That's interesting, either Usui is more of a loner than I thought or she's never met any of his acquaintances. The former is something that I wouldn't expect from him. It's purely because of his appearance, for a guy like him it's impossible to not be in the center of attention. The latter option is weird though. It's obvious that at least Aki is a regular here, do they not interact here or so-

Oh, so that's it. It's like with Hayama's clique in my world at the beginning of the year, just because they're friends with me doesn't necessarily mean they're all friends with each other. Well, that group was completely shallow, but that's beside the point.

"Is that a problem?" I ask the maid/idol. My question catches her off guard as she begins to shake her hands in negative.

"N-no! It's just that I never thought that he had friends!" She stutters carelessly. Dear me, you said something really cruel right there, Misa-chan.

"So that's how you saw me…" Usui inserts himself miserably. The maid/idol twirls to face him as she realizes her mistake, "Do I really look so lonely to you?"

"A-ah, it's not like that! It's just that I've never seen you with oth-!" She starts.

"Oh? Curious about me?" Usui says teasingly. His words seem to stir up another crimson-red flush from the maid. This guy really knows how to get her to react.

"I-idiot Usui! You're always twisting my words!" She glares at the pretty boy.

"I'm just happy that Misa-chan actually wants to know more about me~" Usui offers in a sing-song voice. This guy…

"W-who wants to know more about you!?" A spark is lit under the maid's anger. Isn't this getting unprofessional? I know he's not helping with his teasing and all, but aren't you a bit too angry there?

Besides, you two are totally ignoring me again.

"Whatever, can you take my order?" I said with an exasperated tone, feeling uncomfortable at the attention these two were gathering with their antics.

Misa-chan blinks, startled, "O-oh, yes, I'm sorry. I… got carried away…"

Usui smirks, "She usually does when she's with me."

"It's because you're a perverted alien!" And here we go again…

The teasing blonde suddenly grabs her wrist, pulling her to an absurdly close distance. I stare blankly as a sudden lovey-dovey aura surrounds them, sparks of light and roses blooming inexplicably appearing.

Usui smiles warmly at her, "But I'm your perverted alien. I only let myself carried away when I'm with you."

I blink, shocked by such boldness. This guy is either shameless, or just doesn't care how others see him. That was the closest thing to a direct confession I've seen besides Miura, and he did it so casually. I swear I wouldn't have the guts for something that embarrassing. Meh, it's not my style either way. Rejections usually follow soon after. Wait, why is it already established that I'd get rejected!?

Misa-chan was obviously stunned. Her face became completely red as she began shoving Usui away by his chest. She averts her gaze, embarrassed.

"Y-you… Why can't you stop teasing me? You only make me feel confused…" The black-head mutters, biting her lip.

Usui relaxes back to amused at that and I sigh.

So, is this really just teasing or does he truly mean those words? It's hard to tell as it seems that he loves messing with her, and by her reactions, it's not hard to see why. I can't tell if he only acts in this manner with this… maid/idol whatever, I just met him today after all, but I can assume one thing. She might actually mean something to him.

Or am I jumping to conclusions too fast without really knowing anything?

Yeah, most likely, but I can tell by his eyes that Misa-chan does hold importance to him. Don't ask me how I know that, it just seems to me that way. Call it intuition from my years as an observer of the masses.

It's actually weird to see someone with his looks being so interested in a normal girl, I mean, sure she's attractive and all, but he's seriously capable of getting just about anyone. The bastard even has confidence that other men would kill for. Yuuki could actually learn from him… oh wait, he did mention Usui before, didn't he?

However, the question is, how far is Usui planning to go with this girl?

"It's not my business what you two do," I start, looking away in feigned boredom. "But you realize that you two tend to go off in your own world when you start arguing, don't you?" I let a tired chuckle escape me, "Usually, that kind of thing means something."

Usui blinks as his gaze lands on me. Guess he didn't expect that from me. Whoops.

Misa-chan frowns, gazing at me, "D-don't you joke around either, and don't let his weirdness rub off on you." She turns around, before adding, "Just behave and don't cause unnecessary trouble. There are a lot of people that needs attention here, so I'm going to check on them."

With that said, the maid/idol walks away and I'm left alone with Usui again. Hey, wait you didn't take our orders. Whoa, deja vu…

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"Heeeh… I'm actually surprised that you bothered to say anything." The blonde says easily.

"Even I get annoyed at that kind of shameless flirting in front of me," I reply evenly.

He suddenly moves his chair closer to mine and stares directly at my face with a serious expression, "Now that I think about it, you are slightly different."

I back away from him. Oi, oi! I don't really care if you're referring to my eyes, everyone has commented on them so far, but please, don't invade my personal space.

"Really?" My eyes avert from his slowly, "You're probably imagining it."

"Well, bad eyes aside," He starts. Tch, leave me alone, "It's odd not to see you reading others like the back of your hand. It's good though, I'd be mad if you mocked Misa-chan. I thought Yukihira-kun was messing with me, but looks like he was right."

Mmm, why does it seem that anything that happens with me is a subject of interest to others? Was what I do that important to others? Well, at least I know that the pretty boy is an acquaintance of Yukihira's.

"Whatever that idiot said, he's exaggerating," I say dryly. "Nothing really happened, I just got bored with others."

Usui smirks in amusement, resting an elbow on the table, "If you say so, Miura-chan."

My eyes widen immediately as I fight off the rapid reddening of my cheeks. So he knows about that too!? Damn it Yukihira… Can't you keep your mouth shut!?

"T-that's…" I cough out, "That's different. I have to make things up to her."

"Because you were a total jerk with her?" Usui says, pocketing his hands, "She wasn't bad, I guess, so good for you. Honestly, never liked that part of you."

That was straightforward… No mercy, huh?

"Or any other part…" He adds dumbly, raising a finger.

"Tch, that makes two of us. I don't like any part of you either." I retort bitterly.

"But…" He smiles, raising a thumbs up. I raised an eyebrow, "That's what makes it interesting, isn't it?" Usui suddenly enters dumb mode, "I need something to do to kill time when Misa-chan isn't around."

"Yeah, yeah," I roll my eyes, "Nice to see how I stack up in terms of importance."

The blonde male lets out an amused laugh, "Isn't it?"

I let out a snort of amusement. I look out to see Misa-chan diligently taking others' orders with a bright smile. She's pretty cute if one were to see her, but looking up, the dirty blonde-haired maid that had that I-don't-know-what-aura and had greeted me by my table, was something else… who for some reason was slyly smiling at me… I avert my gaze immediately, what a terrifying woman…

Unfortunately my gaze fell on the blonde idol/maid I first saw when entering the establishment, the one that was… Wow… Ack, get a hold of yourself Hachiman! Breathe slowly… alright. Regaining my composure I'm able to see the woman with a more unbiased eye. She was incredibly attractive to the point that it makes me wonder whether she was actually real. Gah… Did I really just think that? I'm getting way too stupid when it comes to some girl's looks. You're a gentleman, not a dog, calm down.

My gaze then lands on the bluehead… Mmm?

The Idol, Maizono, I mean, was also quite the sight. Seeing how popular she is with the clients, I imagine that as an Idol, she must be a great singer, and to be honest, she does have good looks to accompany it. It's impressive that Usui had completely ignored her, in fact, he had ignored every other maid that wasn't Misa-chan.

I wonder what makes Misa-chan that special.

"Oi," I start, facing Usui once more, "Why choose her?"

"What?" The pretty boy blinks in surprise at the sudden question.

The question itself was something that was unlike me to ask. I always made it my business to never get involved in other people's business. But, since I already have an established acquaintanceship with this guy and that maid of his is someone I'll need to keep tabs on, I felt I could get away with with it. Besides, it's something I'll probably have to get used to doing in the future.

"Of all the girls here, why her?" I clarify.

"Where is this coming from?" An odd glint appears in his eyes. Looks like he doesn't like the question. Whoops, maybe I was wrong.

"Well, I can see her appeal and all," I offer slowly, "But honestly, aren't there be-"

"Are you trying to make me mad?" I hear his voice take a warning tone along with a narrowing of his eyes.

I furrow my eyebrows as I meet his gaze. He might like teasing that Misa-chan, but she really does mean something to him.

"Fine, fine," I put my hands up in surrender. "Forget I said anything."

Usui stares at me neutrally before glancing back at Misa-chan, who was busy serving three others gushing over her with a forced smile, "She's… interesting."

"Is that so?" I ask casually to keep him talking.

"Hehe, what exactly do you want me to say?" He asks coyly, humor lacing his voice. Ugh… Please stop that, if I was in one of those stories, I'd be a blushing mess.

"Nothing in particular…" I mutter, turning my attention to a girl that had just entered the cafe hurriedly, almost tripping before she entered the employee's area. "I was only a bit curious. Forget it."

"She's just different from the others, as cliche as that sounds." Usui has the nerve to look somewhat embarrassed at admitting that.

Well, it does look that there's story behind these two, so he must have his reasons. But for some reason he's really vague about it. Hey, wait…

"You two going out?" I ask suspiciously. I frown when I see his relaxed posture tense.

"…Why would I do something as troublesome as that?" He questions flatly.

What?

I stare at him blankly in disbelief, "Uh… You have a point."

"A good point in fact," Usui adds.

Wait… Was that seriously what he felt? I level a glare at him.

"Are you using her?" With his looks, having someone he's seemingly interested in can keep other girls away from him. Again I'm reminded of Hayama using Miura back in my world. And frankly, it pisses me off.

"No!" He says sharply before forcibly relaxing himself, "No… Not her, never her…"

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, "You're not making any sense."

Usui averts his gaze in feigned disinterest, "It's… complicated."

"Deflecting, huh?" I state more than ask, I feel a bit of smugness at seeing his calm facade break into annoyance.

"Tch… You wouldn't understand, only messing around with your 'dear' Miura and all. It'd be troubling for me to have a relationship," Usui expresses defensively.

Pressing on the sore spots, are we?

"Well, your Misa-chan said it herself," I retort. "You're only confusing her with that teasing attitude of yours. How is she supposed to take you seriously if that's all you do?"

"She isn't," Usui responds immediately, "She can't…"

I blink in surprise at his answer. I didn't get it. He cares for this girl, that much is obvious now, yet he's unwilling or maybe even unable to try and form a proper relationship with her. Sure he'd need her blessing to do so, but from what I saw, they're about five steps from dating each other.

I lean back on my chair, "I guess I'll stop here. In the end, it's your call, right?"

Usui stares at me blankly for several seconds, "For some reason, it seems as if you cared for us," He smiles playfully, "That's surprising to say the least."

Care for them? Who? Me? Where exactly did you get that? What were you watching that made you reach that ridiculous conclusion?

"It's not like that, I'm just sharing my opinion about the matter objectively," I say, waving a hand dismissively.

"So you were just being nosey?" His voice takes on a teasing tone once more.

I once again snort, and shake my head in amusement. What a funny fellow…

"Are we going to order something or what?" I say, rolling my eyes. I pick the list menu up again before noticing strange stares coming from the maids.

Okay, just stare into the menu Hachiman… Maybe they'll go away if I just ignore them. …Nope, not working. Ugh… Why am I getting dragged into this? Stare at the pretty boy here instead.

"Heh, hey, Hikigaya," Usui calls my attention. "It seems that Erika-chan, Yaa-chan and Risette are interested in you. Well, I can't blame them, it's not everyday one sees Sobu's 'Shadow Fist' come to a maid cafe after all." The tone he used when he said that pisses me off. Oi, tease that maid of yours, leave me out of it.

"Whatever, just call one of them already," I grumble.

Usui shrugs his shoulders and raises a hand. One of the idol/maids, the one with short peach-colored hair approaches us. Usui greets her with a smile, and as for me, I just nodded in acknowledgement.

"Please, I'd like to have one of the Idol specials," He glances at a certain maid and I roll my eyes. "Please, be sure to have Misa-chan serve me~"

Man, this guy doesn't have a single ounce of shame. He should give her a break.

"I suppose I'll have the same," I start, reading the menu. "Misa-chan can als-" I stop, noticing the deep stare, yet not completely a glare, courtesy of the pretty boy. Alright, this guy is kind of unnerving.

"Uh… I'll have…" There are so many names in here and I only recognize Misa-chan, and the three names Usui mentioned, Erika, Yaa-chan and Risette. Wait… There was one more that I'm forgetting. Oh right, that Yaku-chan that Harima was looking for, Tsukamoto, right? Well, maybe I can use her, Harima wanted me to meet her after all, "Yaku-chan."

The blonde girl blinks at my choice, "I'm sorry sir, Yaku-chan is incapable of meeting your request," Her expression darkens slightly, "That girl was much too embarrassed to wear an idol cosplay. Manager is much too soft. Hohoho…"

Right… Uh, Maid/Idol-san? Why are you acting so scary? That dark aura doesn't suit you at all… I'm sorry I asked for her!

"Is… that right?" I look at the only two remaining names, Mirakuru and Honoka-chan. Is it just me or does the former's name sounds similar to the English word 'Miracle'? I bet it was created with that intent. Whatever, "Then I'll have Mirakuru serve me."

"Sure!" She immediately brightens up, "I'm Honoka-chan by the way!"

Oh good, I'm relieved that I didn't accidentally choose her. Honoka seems like the kind of person that would poison your drink if she dislikes you. I don't want my life to end in a maid cafe of all places.

After picking up our menus, the scary maid leaves, much to my relief. Usui seemed unfazed and only kept giving glances at Misa-chan. Honestly, your behavior is bordering on obsessive already, please stop.

"Quit staring before you get reported for harassment." I growl out.

Usui sticks out his tongue at me, "No way."

I decide to not push on the subject, for sanity's sake. This guy looks to be easily capable of giving you headaches. He has been clearly giving them to Misa-chan already.

I'm getting really sick of having to use that nickname on her, but I have no idea what her actual name was…

"How long have you been doing this?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Eh? Hm, since mid-May, I guess." Usui shrugs offhandedly. I can't help but blink in surprise.

"You've been following her for almost five months?" It's not really long compared to how romances tend to take time, or so I'm told. But he somehow kept this odd relationship with Misa-chan to one-sided teasing for five months? If he was as indifferent to the opposite sex as I've seen today, how was she not capable of even wondering if he liked her? Is it a girl thing that they don't make assumptions like guys, or was she dense? No… Her reactions to his teasing didn't imply that. Maybe she didn't take it seriously because…

"Is she stubborn?" That can be the reason, the only way to prevent the formation of a romantic relationship from being born is by one of the two denying its existence. The tsundere trope, huh? Looks like they really exist.

Usui stares at me in silence and facepalms, a chuckle escaping him, "You have no idea, Hikigaya," And as after the chuckle, he becomes nostalgic, "It's preferred, but a bit troubling nonetheless."

"And that helps you from going out?"

A nod is my answer, but I do see a hint of bitterness accompany it.

"I… know that I can't be with her romantically, but… A more selfish part of me wants to know how she feels," I notice his expression take a more solemn approach, "I can't afford that though, I can never win against her after all."

I wasn't sure before, but… Usui doesn't seem to care about appearances at all, I mean, I haven't heard him say anything about her physical looks so far, and he had completely ignored a popular Idol and pretty much every attractive girl in the restaurant. Plus he doesn't really hide his feelings regarding Misa-chan, he might not say everything regarding it, but he has his own reasons to not properly pursue romance with her. That's something I guess I can respect of him.

For someone that has such an attractive appearance, it's ironic that he would disregard it as much as he does. I suppose I might have had the wrong impression of him due to his striking features, funnily enough, that always happened to me due to these eyes I've been blessed with. Even more irony.

That maid Honoka was an example on how covers can be misleading, as she seemed really sweet and kind from afar, yet she was pretty scary just some moments ago. Should I make a list about it?

My train of thought is interrupted as I notice someone putting cutlery and decoration for our table. While I thought it was Usui's favorite maid, when I got to look at her, I found out I was mistaken.

"A-ah, I-I'm sorry, f-fervent fan! M-Mirakuru is here to receive y-your support!"

I observe the girl, a new face in fact, and the one I caught entering the cafe hurriedly some moments ago. I assume she was late for work, huh…

So she's Mirakuru? Observing her, I notice that she had reddish brown hair and matching eyes. Despite her short stature, her bust was unexpectedly large. Don't jump to conclusions just yet, I wasn't staring. I only came to notice it because she had clumsily leant her chest near my shoulder as she prepared the table. I can't help it when it's that noticeable.

Was she wearing an Idol costume? It looked more like a maid outfit. Mmm… wait… her skirt was different than the others… her's was too short! That's dangerous you reckless girl!

"Yeah…" I say slowly, scratching my cheek.

Is this what they call moe? Her clumsiness combines perfectly with her cute appearance. It can't be!? Someone dares challenge Totsuka in terms of moe!? How was this possible!? Totsuka should be undisputed champion of all things moe! This world really is a dangerous place…

"L-let me bring your order, my f-fervent fan!" She says nervously, bowing to me. I blink, noticing that she tried her best to pull down her short skirt each time she thought she was showing too much skin. Wait, if you're that embarrassed for it, why wear it in the first place? Those other two maids and Tsukamoto managed to get out of it, right?

After my chosen Idol/maid leaves, Usui elbows my arm, sporting a cocky expression, "Looks like you made a good choice, huh?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" I scowl at him. My companion only lets out a small laugh.

"So you like her type?" He asks with amusement, "I suppose she's cute, and would look good with you. The contrast of rotten and cute would be interesting."

"Hah?" I look at him as if he grew a second head, "Are you stupid?"

"Heeehh… don't start acting all tsun tsun now," He starts, dumb mode on. "Yukihira-kun told me there was someone you knew from North High."

What? North High? Is that another new high school?

"Am I supposed to keep track of everyone I know?" Well, I know I am, but that's completely different! I'm forced to remember everyone, it's not something I'm expected to do.

"You saved her from getting hit by a car, you'd think someone would remember that."

When did that happened? Well before I came here of course but… That bastard actually saved someone? Now that's something unexpected. Seriously, the previous Hachiman must have a split personality or something. Everything he does is all over the place.

"A humble man does not publicize his achievements." I respond sagely.

Usui smiles in pure amusement, leaning his back on the chair, "If you say so."

After that, silence reigns as we observed the surroundings. It was amazing how happy everyone looked, I mean, it just seemed that way. Although, the three guys on the table at the other side that Misa-chan previously attended to looked exceptionally stupid… but happy I guess.

The sound of a plate being put on the table calls my attention. It was the omelet rice I ordered. I look up to see Mirakuru panicking at the sudden attention.

"I-I hope you e-enjoy this dish, m-my follower!" She says bowing to me, and I have to avert my gaze awkwardly.

"Y-yeah… thanks…" I say, getting a bit uncomfortable.

Usui smirks, and I know why he does. Misa-chan is approaching the table with his dish on hand. To our surprise, and even Mirakuru's, she slams the plate in front of him, some grains of rice flying onto his shirt. That was really rude, Misa-chan. Aren't you supposed to treat the customers respectfully no matter who they are?

"Here is your order, my dear follower…" Misa-chan says irritated, a dark aura surrounding her. Usui doesn't seem affected by her rudeness though, and leans over the table, close to her.

"Thanks, Misa-chan. Care to fulfill the dreams of your harcore fan and feed him?" He says softly. I roll my eyes and the brown-haired girl at my side averts her gaze.

I see a tick appear on her forehead at that. With inhuman speed she decorates the omelet with ketchup before throwing a spoon at Usui. Him casually catching it out of the air only serves to piss her off more before she storms off muttering about stupid aliens. Oh, was she the one who calls him that?

We all look down to see what she wrote.

Die!

"…'Die!' Huh?" I ask with wry amusement, "At least she did it with plenty of affection."

Usui chuckles at my sarcastic comment and takes another spoon of the omelet rice to his mouth, "It's tasty."

Mirakuru is looking away, her cheeks red. I don't blame you though, this guy is really a piece of work. She breathes deeply and looks at me. Nervousness, still dominates her expression.

"W-what would m-my fan like t-t- i-itai!" She suddenly grabs her mouth, turning around.

Ah. She bit her tongue. That's even more moe points for her, she's really trying to give Totsuka a run for his money. I hear a sound coming from my side. It was Usui, who with both elbows resting over the table, was observing the ador- er, comical… scene… that is until Misa-chan walks past our table with angry steps. He grinned in a stupid way afterwards.

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My eyes return to my chosen idol/maid, who eventually forces herself to look at me again, tears on the corner of her eyes.

"S-so, my f-fervent follower…" Mirakuru starts, repressing her nervousness.

Stop it girl, you're making me uncomfortable too! Hey pretty boy, help me here, would you? Wait… that idiotic face, what are you fantasizing about?

Tch! It's hard to control my composure when she acts like this!

"Yes?" I ask uncomfortably.

She picks the ketchup up from the table, "W-what would m-my fan like to be dedicated on his meal?"

I blink. Oh yeah, the real deal about this dish is having the chosen maid write for you something on it… just like Usui's maid did. Now what should it be?

"Uh…" I was stumped.

"Maybe 'love'?" Usui offers teasingly, focused on us again, and Mirakuru yelps.

"Hell no, idiot," I growl before scoffing, "Hmm… What about Totsu-"

Shut up you stupid mouth of mine…

"Eh? 'Totsu'?" I see Mirakuru tilt her head curiously.

"N-nothing," I cough out, "Just do what you want."

She frowns, and Usui rolls his eyes. What? I don't really have anything I want her to write. Whatever she puts is fine.

"Hikigaya, just name any feeling then," Usui says boredly. "There's love, happiness, joy, turn on…"

"Keep quiet and eat your food over there," I stop him before he continues on that path. What the hell was with that last one?

Mirakuru seems to be relaxing at our antics as she giggles. I suppose that's fine. Her nervousness was getting to me.

"H-how about if I just put this?" She starts writing with the ketchup. We both exchange glances as she finishes. She backs up to let me see it.

Kimochi ii~

"'Kimochi ii'?" I raise an eyebrow, and Usui blinks.

Huh?

I hear Usui choke out a laugh before inner panic begins to set in me. O-oi! You know that's a dangerous phrase right there, don't you!? T-that's not something you should be writing in public places!

"O-oi…" I choke out. I hope I don't look as flustered as I feel…

Mirakuru blinks, "Eh? I-is something wrong? Kimochi is a good feeling, r-right?"

"Uh… well the thing is…" I start but I can't seem to find the words to actually explain what she had written. It's too freaking embarrassing!

The blonde points a finger to the kanji she used for the word, slyly smiling at her, "That's a very naughty thing to write Mirakuru-chan." She blinks as he elaborates, "You see, adding that at the end changes its connotation entirely."

She looks lost, her gaze falling on me. I cock an eyebrow. Don't look at me, I don't want to explain it. She focuses and leans to observe the word she wrote closely. Seconds pass as she stares at it.

Then more seconds pass and…

"Eh? EEEEHHHH!?"

She covers her face with both hands in embarrassment. After all, the word she had written for me: 'Kimochi ii' is used while being sexually stimulated. Very popular among otakus in the 'H' side of anime. Actually, it's rather infamous in Japanese society entirely because of how synonymous it's become with the adult world of the film industry. Frankly, I'm surprised she didn't realize it sooner.

Geez… now everyone is looking at us again…

Mirakuru picks the ketchup again, "S-s-s-sorry! I-I-I'll f-fix it r-right a-away!"

"There's no need," I try to sound reassuring, "I can do it."

However, my offer fell on deaf ears. Her embarrassment is clouding her mind. She's making a fool out of herself, gah! I had to stop her! Reaching my hands, I try to take the ketchup from her grasp, but she refuses to release it.

"I-I o-only need to e-erase…" She whines desperately, eyes closed and tears threatening to come out.

"Just let g-" I grit my teeth before a shout is heard.

"What exactly is going on here!?" I turn my head. Misa-chan, with hands over her hips, glaring at the both us. Hey wait just a second, we're innocent!

Mirakuru finally lets go of the ketchup and hugs her, I had to juggle the bottle in my hands since I nearly lost my grip, "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to write something like that!"

"You can believe her, Misa-chan," Usui stares at her coyly. "Or… would you believe me more?"

The girl levels him with a flat stare, "Of course I don't." She pats Mirakuru's head and leans to try and read the omelette. I tense in anticipation.

Kimoi

"…Kimoi?" Misa-chan mutters.

I blink at that. What?

"K-kimoi?" Mirakuru turns to see the omelet.

"Pfft… Kimoi…" Usui puts a hand over his mouth to repress the incoming laughter.

It turns out that while we struggling for the ketchup, the word ended up becoming… Kimoi… the story of my life, huh? This can't be a coincidence. How the hell did that even happen? The kanji is completely different!

I think I might just cry about it when I get home. Just kidding. Probably.

Misa-chan sweat drops, and bows to me awkwardly, "I'm sorry for the… inconvenience…"

"I-I didn't mean to, I was just…" Mirakuru tries to apologize but my sigh stops her.

"Don't bother, I don't really mind," I say, closing my eyes and trying to maintain my cool, "I'm just here to eat, that's all."

My elected maid drops her gaze, and nods her head, "…I-I see… I hope you enjoy your meal my b-beloved fan…"

Oh dear, she looks completely miserable at her mistake-full serving of food.

"Hey, yo-" For some reason Misa-chan tries to say something to me, but I don't have time for that.

"Thanks for the meal, Mirakuru," I say calmly before digging into my food.

The brunette stares at me, startled until a smiles finds her way to her face. I stop my next spoonful of food mid-way, as she seems to want to say something. Misa-chan is looking between both of us with a stumped expression, but I don't really care.

"Etto…" She starts.

I raise an eyebrow, "What is it?"

She bows to me, "Thank you." After that, a bright smiles covers her face, one without any sort of embarrassment.

I stare at her, stunned, until she leaves. Misa-chan follows after her, still lost at what happened. I was right there with her, equally lost I mean.

"H-hey wait!" I hear Usui's favorite maid call out to the retreating Mirakuru.

What was that? Is it because I made no problem for what she accidentally caused? Well, sure that kind of thing could be appreciated, but her smile… She was thanking me for something far deeper than just me helping her out here.

Or was I just reading too much into it? That could be… She might just be grateful that I was considerate. She's lucky she was called by someone as nice as me. Anyone else and she could have ended up crying because of their complaints and criticisms. Haa~ I'm such a nice person! Someone praise me dammit! My first omelette experience in a maid cafe was bad and I didn't whine about it to her.

I guess saints get no recognition… meh.

"Well, that's surprising," Usui starts, uncharacteristically serious. "I would've bet you were going to belittle her for that. That was actually very nice of you. Are you sure you didn't hit your head?"

"Shut up and eat your food," I retort.

"Eeehh? I'm serious," He adds. "Until today, I didn't really like you."

"What?" That came out of the blue.

Usui only shrugs in response, "Sure you were interesting, but, you were pretty much a jerk most of the time. I didn't get why Yukihira-kun and those other guys hung out with you when all you did was antagonize anybody you didn't like."

Hoh… he's brutally honest. Can't say I don't appreciate it, in fact, it's better this way.

"Things change. You may have thought I was joking, but that's how it is now," I take a bite of my food. After swallowing it, I add, "I have a different goal now, and pointlessly hurting others is not part of it."

Usui tilts his head, "Is that so? Pardon me if I don't hold my breath."

"That's up to you," I retort. I can't say I blame him, given my previous self's actions.

"Well, at least she got to thank you for saving her that time," He murmurs uninterestedly.

I briefly stop my spoon before it reaches my mouth before slowly continuing. I saved her? Ho-

Wait, Usui said something about that. Mirakuru was that girl I saved from the car? Maybe, it'd be too much of a coincidence to say that after only just mentioning the fact I saved someone. I remain silent though, if I question him it might come off as suspicious.

It's ironic that I find myself in this kind of situation again, where a nice girl feels forced to thank me due to actions that she was grateful for. I don't know how it happened here, but I probably didn't do anything that others wouldn't be willing to do as well. It was probably nothing special. Yet, in her eyes, it may not seem that way.

She didn't judge my appearance, nor my reputation, that has to say something about her. I can't tell if she simply wanted to thank me in obligation or if she truly meant it, but in any case, I suppose I can appreciate it.

Plus, she didn't try to be particularly considerate to me like Yuigahama once did. I remember her trying to say that I was wrong about her feeling like she owed me, and even if that were true, it wasn't the case with Mirakuru. She only wanted to thank me, whatever obligation she may or may not have felt was met with just a simple action of gratitude. And I'm completely fine with that.

I raise my gaze momentarily, and without turning to Usui I say, "What's done is done. No reason to drag things out."

"Heeehhh? I almost thought you sounded cool there," Usui comments jokingly.

"Idiot…" I roll my eyes.

We proceed to finish our food in silence after that.

4-11

"Heh, it was lotsa work," I look at Harima who had come back to our table, followed by Aki. Most customers were already leaving. If it wasn't for Harima wanting me to meet someone, I would be in my house already. Well, at least the food was good.

Aki falls onto his chair like a dead corpse, "Can someone give me a green potion or an elixir? I can't move a single finger…"

Yeah, like something that useful would actually exist, moron. Get your head out of your video games. At the very least, you managed to get some work done in the real life.

That's just one more step into becoming corporate slave, heh.

"Heeeh… Delinquent-kun and Glasses-kun can be productive citizens too, huh?" Usui fixes his hair, sparks of light appearing for some reason. "Are there flying pigs around by any chance?"

Aki deadpans, "Very funny, Usui-kun." He folds his arms, "Now that I think about it, aren't you the provisional cook of Maid Latte? Why didn't you help?"

Usui shrugs at him boredly, "They didn't ask," Then he smiled, "Besides, I wanted Idol Misa-chan to attend me."

Harima suddenly looks stoic as he rests a hand over Usui's shoulder, "Heh, I get it pretty boy, what I would do to have Tenma-chan attend me as an Idol." His face shows an absurdly stupid expression. You're actually fantasizing about it, aren't you? "The best idol…"

"Kenji-kun!" Aki shouts, grabbing Harima by his shoulders, and shaking him to remove him from his trance, "We're losing you again! Resist!"

I roll my eyes at their antics, noticing Usui looking thoughtful. Meh, I won't bother asking what's on his mind. It's not my business, and I'm not interested anyway. Hmm, the coffee here isn't too bad.

"Delinquent-kun really loves thinking of that 'Tenma-chan' girl, maybe you are a loli-con," He say with a teasing smile.

I briefly choke on my drink before staring at Harima with wide eyes. I never thought he'd have that kind of taste in girls. That Tenma-chan girl… She's our age right?

Harima shakes off his fantasy, and mutters, "Shaddup… My love for Tenma-chan transitions far beyond mere looks."

Is it actually like that? Do we have another guy that doesn't care about appearances either? It's odd… two guys who are the exact opposite, yet they're similar when it comes to their romantical pursuits.

"Eeehh… Is that so?" Usui asks evenly, "I guess even Delinquent-kun has respectable qualities. My Misa-chan is still the cutest though~"

"Bastard," The delinquent snarls with a smirk, "No one compares to Tenma-chan!"

Usui smirks, and before I know it, the both of them were standing and staring at one another in a challenging manner. Aki facepalms, and I bet he suspects what's about to happen. These two really get along in their own weird way, huh?

"I beg to differ, Delinquent-kun," The blonde begins. "Misa-chan is much better."

"You lookin' for a fight, bastard?" Harima threatens, leaning menacingly to him. Usui doesn't seem at all intimidated though. Hell, he's looking away with some smug look.

"C'mon guys, stop it," The otaku trids to ease the tension, to no avail. I could literally see electricity colliding in front of their eyes. I'm not making a comment about that. I feel I might get dragged into something stupid if I do.

However, it does seems that these two are gonna cause a ruckus… geez… I should probably keep that from happening.

"Don't cause trouble for the workers here, they have enough things to worry about without you two getting into a fight." I say annoyed as I look away from them and lean my head on my hand. I guess that helped somewhat as I feel the previous tension relax after hearing them sit back down. Though they're back to their ridiculous arguing again about their not-girlfriends.

Glancing at my surroundings as the two idiots continue their dumb competition, my eyes land once more on Misa-chan. She was looking at our table in curiosity. Activating my camouflage ability: Stealth Hikki, I observe her closely without the chance of being caught. She was confused and didn't look happy about it, why? Well, maybe because of what she implied earlier. She never thought our mutual companion had friends, which was pretty cruel to think, so suddenly seeing him around three new faces would come as a surprise to her.

Now why she didn't look happy about it is another thing. From what I gathered about Usui Takumi as I spent time with him was that he was vague about his personal life. He didn't offer much of himself unless it had something to do with her, he even admitted that she was practically his weakness. So if he was as withdrawn about himself with people he possibly knew longer than how long this attachment with Misa-chan has lasted, then that means she knows very little about him as well. Maybe that's one reason why she's stubborn with him, how can you possibly allow yourself to properly love someone who you know next to nothing about? I say love, because the blonde's desire for her was something much more than a superficial attraction and while I can't speak for her, Misa-chan feeling confused about Usui is evidence in itself.

Honestly? I'm mostly using it because I lack a better term.

Maybe she's aware of it, or maybe it's unconscious, but she has her own attractions to the blonde male, only held back because of the aforementioned lack of knowledge about him.

I don't exactly know what love is, but I can guess that these two are on a possible path towards it. Though I think Usui might be a bit closer to it than Misa-chan, but only because of her confusion. But it apparently proves advantageous to Usui since he bitterly admitted that he couldn't afford to be in an actual relationship. Why? Well, I'm sure he has his own reasons. Even I can't think of a possible explanation.

Deactivating Stealth Hikki, I prepare a raised eyebrow for when Misa-chan finally takes notice of my gaze. Once she does, I gesture towards Usui's general direction with my eyes and shrug casually. This serves to rapidly redden her face before scowling at me and returning to her work. Heh… That is pretty fun. No wonder he likes teasing her.

Looking back at my table, I realize that the argument had already ended. Harima had Aki by the shoulder while expressing his love for 'Tenma-chan' to the poor guy. Usui on the other hand was silently staring at me. I raise an eyebrow at that. He continues his stare until he slowly looks away and reassumes his usual bored expression. I don't buy it though, he must have noticed me looking at his precious maid. And with him previously stating how it's usual for me to study others, he must have assumed I did so to her. I know he wants to say something, but it's not a topic he'd likely to broach with others around. Though I have this feeling he's not going to drop it.

"Alright, alright! I get it, Kenji-kun!" Aki whines, fixing his glasses, "If you like 3d girls, then so be it! I'll accept it! But she can't be a heroine for the game!"

Harima grabs the otaku by his collar, pulling him violently, "Tch! Why not!? She's the ultimate heroine! Your game needs someone like Tenma-chan!"

"Nobody wants to play such an unseemly game with that small girl you like." Usui says mercilessly, "Why not use a maid, Glasses-kun?"

Aki folds his arms, nodding his head, "Yeah, I can't use a kid as the main heroine, Kenji-kun. I need a girl that can make people's hearts aflutter!"

The delinquent looked ready to explode at the rather cruel words the other two were saying. Right before he was about to make a scene, I offer my own.

"Shouldn't you be happy that girl you fancy is exclusive to you only?" I offer, glancing at him uninterestedly.

His body literally stops all movement, such that I actually think he even stopped breathing. He lets go of Aki at the very least.

"You…" He begins, his tone unexpectedly serious, "You're totally right! How could I not see it!? Heh… next time I have money, it'll be on me."

I roll my eyes, "Sure, sure."

"Then don't you dare think of adding a maid in your story, Glasses-kun," Usui says gravely, making the Otaku sweatdrop. "Misa-chan belongs only to me."

Aki tilts his head, "But the protagonist is based on you. Wouldn't you like to be seen in the game ending happily with your maid?"

Usui remains uncharacteristically silent for a few seconds before resuming his regular smile, "Maybe. But that's between her and I, no?"

"Besides, you chose that Katou chick as the main heroine, didn't ya?" Harima asks.

"Well, didn't I inform you?" Aki stands to his feet, smirking, "I'm making the game with three heroines! I've decided to let Winter's Comiket pass!" He proclaims loudly, "After all, Blessing Software's first game must reach all hearts and souls! Next's Summer Comiket will be the day when the game culture will forever change!"

I stare blankly at this guy. Usui facepalms, and I'm startled to finally see him making a negative expression. Harima just scratches his head in confusion.

"Do I have to?" I see Usui whine. It sounded more rhetorical than anything else seeing how he resigned to his apparent fate. Huh… I would've thought that Usui was the type to not do what he didn't like. Wonder why he's going along with Aki's madness?

Well, at least I now see why Aki would want Utaha's help by this point after apparently having started his project months ago. If he's changing the game, he would need all the help possible. Having an author like her can help with his characterizations. Huh… Aki's an ambitious fellow. From all I've seen so far, this is the only thing I can respect from him.

But that's but a raindrop in an ocean of obnoxiousness.

"Please, my…" A dark oppressive aura comes from behind Aki, making him pale. Eh… Misa-chan… you really look scary! Your hair is flowing like haunted! "…Fervent fans… behave yourselves… You are bothering the rest of the customers…" Her voice is devoid of any kind of emotion, too. Usui, how can you tame such a monster!?

The bespectacled boy turns his head slowly, and nods frantically in fear for his life. Even Harima is avoiding meeting her gaze. And as for Usui, he just looks amused.

"Misa-chan~!" The blonde raises a hand, "Would you like to join Aki's project?"

She blinks, the hellish appearance of her gone at the sudden question, "Join? For what?"

He smirks slyly, "To be my heroine of course." He turns to Aki, dumb mode on. "Will your game feature anything erotic? If so, I'll only do it with her."

"Hell no! The game must reach everyone hearts! Not everyone's lowly parts!" The otaku shouts in disbelief. "Take the game seriously!"

"Wasn't it some taboo romance?" Harima questions, "What's wholesome about that gross crap?"

Aki sputters in utter shock at that. Misa-chan on the other hand levels him with a grossed out stare. I join her. That's what your game's about? Seriously? Give me back whatever praise I gave you!

"G-guys, there's nothing like that! Seriously!" Aki waves his arms, before dropping his body over the chair again, "My sudden spurt of energy is gone, I really need the potion…"

Oi, the gaming reference was bad enough the first time. Don't think saying it a second time makes it better.

Misa-chan sighs, "No thanks, I don't have time to be a heroine. Are you changing Megumi for the role?" She asks sharply.

Aki blinks, "No. I said that the game will feature three heroines instead of one. Kato will still hold the role for the main heroine."

The maid furrows her brows, "When did you decide this? Have you told Megumi about it? I thought the game was nearly finished."

"I decided that two days ago," Aki responds casually. "I wasn't entirely happy with the game honestly. There are too many plot holes, and actually having two more heroines will fill them in. Besides, I want to reach a broader audience, so having different heroines people can relate to will be great for the gameplay experience."

That… makes sense I guess?

"Oi, Tomoya," Harima growls, "Making the game's already been a pain in the ass for a while. I still need to finish my manga, dude."

"I know but…" Aki drops his gaze, "I… I just want this game to…" Here it comes again, the ridiculous phrases of his. "To… bring people happiness. I want it to be always remembered. I'm sorry I'm causing you guys all this trouble but I need to do this. I won't be able to advance if I don't do it this way."

I blink, startled by the seriousness of his tone. Usui and Harima looks just the same. I didn't expect this guy to actually behave like a normal person and actually display his desire to accomplish his goal, which is this game.

Despite how annoying Aki can get when he starts babbling about making a great game and whatnot, the fact that he's striving to accomplish such a difficult goal truly speaks of his determination. Being an observer of the masses, I can say that not much people are this persistent.

Silence comes.

"Well, maybe I could draw some more if someone helps me with the manga," Harima comments loudly, arms crossed. "I could focus on the game after I deliver it to the Jingama contest."

"…Maybe I can stop by to record some more sessions," Usui offers slowly, looking away with a troubled expression. Misa-chan blinks in surprise at said expression, probably didn't see that coming from him. Does she really not know anything other than his teasing nature?

Aki looks at them, first surprised yet a smiles forms on his lips, "Guys…"

Oh, c'mon. This is so cliche and you probably know it! Ugh… The sappiness is killing me…

"Well, in any case," Misa-chan call our attention. "Be sure to properly inform Megumi about this."

"I will, don't worry," Aki nods. "Always worrying for Katou, eh?"

"She's my best friend, why shouldn't I worry?" She retorts.

Aki grins at that. So Usui's maid is the best friend of the main heroine in Aki's game, huh? Seeing Usui, it's not hard to imagine why would Aki want him as the protagonist, then I suppose this girl, Katou, is someone as striking as him?

"Hey, weren't you gonna ask that Idol to join the doujin circle?" Harima asks him, elbowing him in the arm. The Otaku drops his jaw, recalling his mission for his presence in the cafe.

"Y-yeah," He fixes his glasses. "Please, tell Manager-san to introduce her to me!"

Well, he's energetic again. That's both good and bad, I guess.

Misa-chan sighs, and nods, "You did help us, so I guess I could…" She turns to Usui, deadpanning, "Unlike someone I'm seeing right now."

"Meanie," The blonde pouts at her, eliciting a slight blush from the girl.

"Eh? I…" Her eyes dart to the sides, before she turns around. "I'll t-tell the Manager about Maizono-san."

Doesn't she realize that she's too obvious? If she actually tried to be a little more composed, I bet Usui wouldn't tease her as much.

"Then let's be off!" Aki nods to himself and follows Misa-chan to the employee's area. I couldn't see Maizono anywhere so she's probably inside. Considering that she was called non-stop by many of the creepier customers until now, she must be exhausted and probably annoyed. In her shoes, I'd be.

Usui stares at his favorite maid until she's out of our sight before glancing at Harima, "Did you manage to give Yaku-chan the manga? I haven't seen her yet," Harima meets his gaze, and the blonde adds, "Was she working in the kitchen too?"

"Yeah," Harima yawns, "Didn't wanna dress like an idol, so she had to help out in the kitchen. That Honoka girl convinced the manager to do it. She can be… persuasive." He shudders at the end.

I knew there was something off with that girl. Since when is an employer intimidated by the staff.

"But you gave her the manga?" I inquire.

"Yep, she must be reading it now," Harima pats his stomach. "Man, I'm stuffed."

Usui raises an eyebrow, "You were paid already, huh?"

Harima shrugs his shoulders in response. After that, the three of us simply observe at how the cafe was becoming empty. It was late now that I think about it. I should be going soon.

I suddenly hear some steps, followed by Harima's voice, "Oh, Imouto-san. You done already?" I see Usui look at my side from the corner of his eye before I turn to finally see the person that Harima referred to during the whole visit to the cafe.

"…Y-yes…" A reserved voice comes from a rather timid girl in a maid outfit.

I stare at her, blinking. She had dark blue hair that reached her shoulders, and her angular eyes had an odd color… they were red. Mmm… what can I say, her facial features seemed to be refined in a very… maternal way.

No, this isn't me having a Oedipus Complex, shut up Freudians. She just has the gentle features normally attributed to maternal figures, it doesn't have to specifically be a mother.

Her eyes though, there was something about them I couldn't describe. She was one of the most beautiful girls I have seen in my entire life, rivaling Yukinoshita even. Ironically, Yukinoshita and this girl both somehow held this radiance I haven't seen in many other girls. And I can't really explain that radiance either. The only one that was equal to it was Miura's during her 'confession'.

Hmm… I don't think I should continue this train of thought…

But I knew then and there that she was also a loner, or at least in the same league as them. Loner's intuition, every loner can identify each other. It's faint but she still had this aura of lonerism. Must have broken out of it and met other people. Lucky her, I guess.

And I only previously overlooked Usui because I was too focused on his appearance, in case I looked like I was spewing hot air. In hindsight, his demeanour and body language are undoubtedly those of a loner, even if his mannerisms are the exact opposite.

Yaku-chan, huh…? No… Tsukamoto was her surname, wasn't it?

I manage to look away from her. She may get uncomfortable if she notices I'm staring. I've been told that I have that effect on others, by others, many times…

"Great!" Harima grins, "So, what did you think? Was it good? Be honest!" He scratches his head nervously. "Is it… okay?"

It's odd seeing Harima so insecure. It wasn't just because of how he looked, but the way he carried himself too, I just figured he wasn't the type to get anxious. Well, aside from his little affection towards 'Tenma-chan.'

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"Heeehh… Why didn't you just have Glasses-kun go over the story for you?" Usui drawls out with his usual boredom.

"Tch…" Harima frowns, "That guy'll just take over my work and write about his fantasies… No, Imouto-san's the one I trust more!"

Oh, that that was the reason? He's probably right…

"T-thank you, Harima-senpai…" Tsukamoto stutters out with a hint of red. Uh-oh, that's kind of bad isn't it? Who exactly are you trying to raise a flag with Delinquent-kun? "About the manga…" Her voice fades as we three observe her. She averts her gaze aside, her cheeks reddening more. That was… cute… She's rather shy, isn't she?

"What is it Imouto-san?" Harima frowns.

"A-ano…" Her grip on the folder where Harima stored his manga became a bit tighter. Maybe the attention she was receiving from us three was making her uncomfortable? "W-well… the e-enjoyment of this level of work and the interest of the readers are a little off again…" Her red eyes fall on me for a second before she averts them again, "…I think…"

Harima puts a thoughtful hand under his chin, "I see…"

"…I-I think you should make it a little easier for them to understand," The maid explains. "D-don't misunderstand, it is interesting but you c-could improve it, Harima-senpai."

I have yet to read that manga of his, and I don't know if I ever will, but now that she said it, I think I may ask him to lend it to me. I could use a time killer anyway.

"Heeehh… Looks like there is a bit of good under that rough exterior. Eh, Delinquent-kun~?" Usui teases with a sing-song voice.

"Shaddup Pretty Boy and mind your own business!" Harima growls before focusing on Tsukamoto again, "In any case, I appreciate the insight, Imouto-san. Thanks." He scratches his head uncertainty. "Actually… I may need help to complete it…"

"…I understand. Please… Feel free to reach out whenever you'd like…" She responds softly. Hey, it's not any of my business but aren't you liable to be taken advantage of, offering that much help without any sort of reimbursement? She must be a nice person.

Another one, huh? Well, just like with the others I hope that her kindness isn't betrayed, as this world tends to cause it one way or another. Well, at least Harima doesn't look the type to do that kind of thing.

"Gah… Damn, I don't know if we'll make the deadline at the end of the month though," Harima suddenly begins to brood.

"H-Harima-senpai, don't the second-years have exams soon?" The girl asks him worryingly. I narrow my eyes at her demeanor, I know I have nothing to base this off, but, her concern seems to stem a bit more than usual kouhai behavior.

Well, obviously I knew nothing about that either, Isshiki would usually shirk her responsibilities more often than not and make me do grunt work. She may have called me 'Senpai' but she never treated me like one…

In any case, if I was right in how I think Tsukamoto is acting with Harima, then I might just have to put a stop to it. The delinquent mentioned something about being stuck in a rumor about them going out apparently. It obviously isn't true since he hasn't shut up about what's-her-name, but perhaps they've caused the younger girl to become self-conscious of him.

It's like when someone tells you that a girl you previously hadn't interacted with likes you. The second you know, the way you act with her changes dramatically. It's hard to see her the same way because you've become hyper-aware of her. And sooner or later you convince yourself into liking her only because of the knowledge that she likes you. You literally trick yourself into it.

But that isn't genuine, you don't like that girl because you found something to like about her. You 'like' her simply because you think she likes you. That might not even be the case, she could simply be a nice girl or your 'friends' decided to play a prank on you to humiliate yourself in front of one of the prettier girls in class.

Source: Me.

All I can do now is move on from those times of my life, but I can't in good conscious allow it to happen right in front of me. I know it isn't my business, but how can I look at myself in the mirror when I failed to prevent someone from crashing and burning? This isn't some kind of heroics on my part, just… I already went through it, no need to see it from a bystander's perspective. Think of it as me doing what's expected of a fellow loner looking out for a younger, more innocent one.

"Oi, shouldn't you at least try to study for those exams rather than just thinking of your manga?" I ask the delinquent seriously as I look over to him.

"Bah… I can just take the makeup after," Harima waved off.

"Hoh… Wouldn't you like to…" I observe Tsukamoto through the corner of my eye, "Impress the girl you like by getting good grades for once?"

Something tells me that studying isn't the guy's strong suit.

I notice Tsukamoto look down at that. Maybe she knew, maybe she didn't. But her learning of or having her be confirmed of Harima's unavailability should put a tamper on whatever she might have thought she 'felt' for him. Sure it wasn't the best way, but it'd be better to rip off that bandage quickly than just delaying the inevitable heartache that you would cause yourself.

Source: Me.

"It wouldn't take much…" Harima mumbles, "Just failing better than her would impress her… No! What am I thinking!? How can I treat her like an idiot!?" The idiot then slams his head onto the table while gripping his hair. He then began to weigh the pros and cons between finishing his manga or studying for his tests.

While he did so, I took the time to look back at Tsukamoto. She looked worried for her senpai, yet had this subtle hint of reservation, something that wasn't there before I mentioned the girl he fancied.

"You're his unofficial editor, right?" I give her a casual nod, "I'm Hikigaya Hachiman."

She blinks, not expecting my sudden introduction. Usui was smirking cockily but I decided to ignore him for the time being. Whatever is in his mind, I'm sure he'll eventually voice it when he has the chance. Whether it's welcome or not, especially if it isn't.

Tsukamoto bows slightly in greeting, "Y-yes, I'm…" Her voices fades, she glanced at the sides, before her eyes landed on Harima, pleading eyes in fact.

It seems she isn't sure of revealing her name as all girls working here use nicknames. Harima doesn't show any signs of noticing her pleading look… Idiot, what the heck are you thinking about? She needs your help!

After some seconds, the girl sighs, giving up. Harima, you idiot! Stop fantasizing about that girl of yours! Meh, Tsukamoto, go ahead and stop helping that moron, he doesn't deserve it!

She focuses on me again, looking uncertain.

She's about to relent, but I just couldn't force her to present herself. I could feel a sense of despondency within her, so she obviously didn't feel comfortable here. Stupid delinquent, I have to do all the work here!

"I'm… Tsu-"

"Well," I cut her off, my eyes closed. "There's no need for that. The policies of the restaurant doesn't allow the workers to reveal their names, right?" She nods, startled, "Then it's fine. I can address your maid name."

"Heh…" I hear Harima snorting, momentarily snapping out of his despair, "Who would have thought that you could be this considerate? Ya hit your head bad, huh?"

Oh, so now you decide to stop fantasizing? Give me a break…

"See? Even Delinquent-kun noticed," Usui's teasing voice pipes up, "Maybe you should get your head scanned."

"Shut up, both of you. I said it already, things are different now. I don't care if you two don't believe me," I avert my gaze and mutter, "Idiots…"

I'm actually trying to make things less weird for her and all these two idiots do is startle her more. Knowing Usui, he doesn't care, but Harima, she's been helping you right? Be more thoughtful of her, dammit!

"Pfft. I thought I only saw it with Misa-chan, but, even Hikigaya can be dere dere," Usui teases.

Tsukamoto's eyes wander around the room as she looked unsure on how to react to us. Meh, I'll just ignore him. He'll probably shut up eventually.

"Damn it! What am I supposed to do!?" Harima holds his head desperately. Selfishly reminding us of his issues, "I wanna turn the manga in on time but need to pass the exams too!"

What a conundrum our 'dear' companion has found himself in… Juggling school and his interest as a mangaka. Not something you'd expect from a jacket wearing, hair-greased, delinquent, but… Well, I said it before, but it really is nice to break the mold of stereotypes.

"Is it that much work?" I ask casually as Tsukamoto looks on in concern. It looks a bit familiar. Ah, it's a maternal worry that I would remember seeing my mother give to Komachi. What a caring girl.

"Tch… What do you think?" Harima snaps. Hey now, don't get mad at me just because you overlooked your academic responsibilities.

"If you want, I can help out," I smirk as I look away, "Just ki-"

"OOUUHH!" Harima yells out, startling everyone in the building. Except Usui of course, though he does have a raised eyebrow, "Then can ya ink my work with Imouto-san!?"

I nearly faceplant at how he managed to take my sarcastic offer seriously. Hey wait just a minute there… I was going to say that I was kidding, dumbass. I wasn't actually going offer help, I still need to finish figuring out the disorder that is my life.

"No, wait…" I weakly try to rebuke. I notice Usui trying to hold back his laughter at my failure to prevent this situation. Bastard, shut your damn mouth!

"Heh, this is perfect! If I can finish my edits by Sunday then you and Imouto-san can start inkin' the pages on Monday and I can study peacefully!" The delinquent roars in satisfaction. "I'll even have time to help the otaku more too!"

"Oi, I'm telling you I ca-" I try growling out.

"How nice of you Hikigaya~" Usui teases.

Harima pats my back forcefully, and I had to put my hands over the table to avoid crashing my face with it. I turn to the delinquent, glaring at him with gritted teeth. You seriously need to control that strength of yours, dumbass!

"Hehehe! You really aren't the same guy I taught to fight all that time ago, heh…" He smirks proudly.

So it was this guy who taught me how to fight? Well, from everything I've seen of him after he and Usui totally destroyed that gang of delinquents outside the gaming store, it actually makes sense how he could teach me hand-to-hand fighting. Especially after seeing how I handled yesterday's fight.

"Heeehh… to try to take all the credit to yourself, Delinquent-kun. How cruel…" Usui deadpans, "I also gave him some pointers."

Whoa… Was I actually trained to fight better than I thought? Harima was a brawler that's for sure, but the blonde actually held the posture of a formally trained martial artist. Well, I'm learning about myself, albeit slowly, but any information is helpful. Knowing that I can properly defend myself rather than just being able to take a beating is a good thing, I guess.

"Whatever," Harima shrugs his shoulders uncaringly. "Man, it's great to hear you're gonna help. Pretty Boy is useless, Yukihira's leavin' Chiba soon, both Shorty and Aikawa are too reckless to help with this, and Otaku… I don't want him to know I need help," And once more, he invades my personal space by resting a hand on my shoulder. "But you, dude, learned lots from Kashiwagi-sensei! With you and Imouto-san on my side, I can finally outshine that bastard Karasuma!"

I roll my eyes, "For the last time, I was ju-"

"Finally I can prove that I'm just as good as that guy is!" Harima bellows.

"Does the girl you like even know you write manga?" Usui asks the obvious. Huh, I'm noticing that he hasn't mentioned 'Tenma-chan' in front of Tsukamoto… And Usui's been going along with the vagueness I absentmindedly brought in. Someone she might know?

Maybe Usui is also aware of Harima's situation. Looks like he can be something more than just a teasing bastard.

"Ehh… No… But…" I narrow my gaze at his evasiveness, "It's complicated."

Yeah, and I bet you don't realize how complicated this situation of yours is, Harima. Whatever, I still don't want to let him drag me into it. I already have too many problems to have his problems drain my time.

Before I could voice my opinion, Tsukamoto bows to us, "A-ano… I-If you think that's b-best Harima-senpai…"

"Yaku-chan!" Calls the girl that's insanely attractive, the one with an apparent pink dye, "Stop flirting with the customers and help me here!" She winks slyly at her and Tsukamoto can't help getting flustered.

"Y-yes!" Eyes hidden in darkness behind her bangs, Tsukamoto bows to us once more, "I'll be g-going then…" Her red eyes land on me from one second before she turns around and leaves.

I stare at her leaving form in silence for a few seconds until my eyes drift to the blonde guy smiling at me. Tch, do you have something to say dumbass?

"What's wrong Hikigaya? Shy to work alone with a girl? I'd think someone with your… 'experience,' wouldn't mind," The pretty boy levels me with a knowing smirk.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I mutter dangerously, narrowing my gaze. I knew what he meant, he was talking about whatever relationship I had with Haruno, "Must be imagining things."

Usui raises an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders, "Who knows? I probably am."

Now I'm sure of it, Usui Takumi is someone dangerously perceptive, and is most likely aware of everything regarding what my previous self had with Haruno. How? I have no idea, and from what Aikawa said, I don't think he, or Yuuki told him of this. He either must have figured it out by his own, or witnessed something similar to what Aikawa had.

I hope it's not the latter. He doesn't need 'voyeur' as something else to describe him as.

"Well, I guess this is it. I'll finish all the drafts before monday so you two can give me a hand with the inking," Harima stands to his feet, looking around.

"Is that idiot still talking to the Idol?" He turns to me, "The Otaku's probably gettin' carried away, so I better get his butt out of there." He walks to the employee area, followed by the manager, who was panicking about something.

And once again, I'm left alone with the blonde. Great, just what I wanted.

"It was surprising of you to even bother introducing yourself to her, let alone giving her a break when she didn't want to give her name," I hear the blonde's voice smoothly say.

"Is that right?" I respond halfheartedly.

"But I'm even more surprised that you let her know about Delinquent-kun liking someone. Though I can't say I disapprove," He says with an amused smile.

I have the grace to raise an eyebrow, "You caught that?"

"It's a wonder how Delinquent-kun didn't," Usui grins, "You've never been so considerate since we've met."

I deadpan, "I'm not being considerate. Just doing what's right," Well, honestly speaking, I may be doing this for a fellow loner, which could be taken as being considerate… but whatever.

"Eeehh? That's even more shocking," His teasing tone returns.

"Quiet," I snap, "Having her pointlessly let down by that idiot Harima doesn't help anyone. Might as well snip in the bud."

In any case, I'm not surprised by Usui's reaction as my former self was one spineless bastard. That guy has probably never lifted a finger for anyone he didn't know or care about if he didn't get something out of it.

Maybe he had a dentist appointment before he saved Mirakuru from the car…

"If you say so. Then you'll be helping Harima-kun with his manga?" He puts a finger under his chin, "I know you meant to joke about giving him a hand, but he's counting on you now."

'-kun,' huh? Wonder why he skips honorifics with me? Familiarity? Subtle disrespect? I wonder…

"Might as well…" I sigh deeply, "He'll probably whine if I try backing out now. I guess trying to be funny backfired this time."

"Probably~" The sing-song voice makes its unwelcome return.

I merely look away in annoyance, not bothering to respond to his taunt. When I look back at the pretty boy, he's looking back behind me in wry interest. Looking behind me, I see Misa-chan in her regular clothes talking to the manager. Must be clocking out.

"Well, I'll see you around, I guess. And don't worry, the food is on me," Turning back around, Usui's already getting up to go to the girl he fancies, who became tense as he approached her. Heck, she nearly looked ready to put up some kind of defense against him. What the hell did he do to her?

He should give her a break, seriously. Well, at least I managed to eat for free. Awesome.

Well, now I'm finally alone. Feels good, having not to speak to anyone and relax. This way I can observe what's happening around me without anyone interrupting. Hah… I'm tired of all of this socializing I got stuck doing today.

It seems the place will be closing soon enough. All the customers are gone… I should go too. I stand up, rubbing a hand against my neck, the other holding my school bag over my shoulder.

"Already leaving, Hikigaya?" I lazily gaze at my left, where the otaku was standing. Huh, guess I found him first, huh Harima? Surprisingly, at his right was none other than the aforementioned idol.

"Yeah, it's late if you didn't already notice," I respond curtly, resting my hand that gripped the school bag over my shoulder. Out of every male 'friends' I've met, Aki's one that I like the least. At least everyone else is amusing or interesting in their own way, this guy's just plain annoying with his ambition being the only positive thing I've found about him. He's just so obnoxious more than half the time. So I'd much rather interact with him when our mutual 'friends' are around, they hold his attention better than I'm willing to.

He nods, "You are correct, but before you do, let me present you our latest addition to Blessing Software, Maizono Sayaka!"

So you really managed to scout her, huh? That's actually impressive.

Maizono scratches her cheek, sweat dropping, "Ah, Aki-kun, I never said I'd join your doujin circle. I said that I would help as long as I remain in Chiba."

He didn't then, huh? I retire what I said before.

Aki turns to her, raising his hands as fists excitedly, "It doesn't matter! With you doing the opening theme for the game, that will be more than enough!"

She backs away from him, her eyes darting. However, a bright smiles finds its way back to her face, "Okay, Aki-kun. I suppose that I could use my free time to compose the opening theme and… maybe the ending theme, too."

Aki seems about to cry in sheer joy. My impression of this guy is constantly changing. First I'm impressed, then annoyed, then begrudgingly give him his props, and now he's sort of pathetic. It's like this rollercoaster of negative and neutral with him.

"Do you annoy everyone this much just to help you?" I ask flatly.

He turns to me with a smirk, patting my shoulder, "When you're passionate about something, Hikigaya, it doesn't matter what needs to be done!" And he sweat drops, "But please don't imply that Maizono-san will help because of that."

I shrug off his hand with a glare. I'm sick you guys touching me.

"Sorry for how inconsiderate and pushy this idiot was to you," I say to Maizono, completely ignoring Aki. I look back at him in annoyance, "She has a life, moron, she shouldn't stop it for your crap."

"Eh, ah, don't worry," Maizono waves her hands, "Aki-kun was a little too pushy, but it's fine. I'm only saying that I may not be always available. I'll need to talk to my manager so I can adjust my schedule, but I don't mind it too much. Besides…" She tilts her head to the side, "To take part in the making of a game, it makes me curious how all that works. So yes, I'll help."

As expected of an Idol. She's nice to public idiots. Either because she's that good of person, or because she has an image to maintain, I'll probably never know. But luckily for Aki, either reason works.

"I'm glad to be alive!" Aki shouts, raising a fist. As I roll my eyes, he turns to the Idol, "So then, tomo-"

"Sorry," Her smile remains. "I have an interview tomorrow."

Aki blinks and I fight the urge to facepalm, "T-then how about the day aft-"

The Idol shakes her head in negative, "I'm sorry, I can't either. I have to attend my singing lessons."

Aki droops his shoulders, yet he raises them a second later, sporting a face of excitement. What the heck is with those reactions? Pick one and stick with it.

"Oh yeah, you have a performance in two weeks! I forgot that was the reason you came to Chiba." So that's why she's here, huh? "Well, I can guess that it's good to keep yourself at the best condition, right?"

She nods, "Yep, I need to keep my voice in top shape. My fans deserve the best I can give them!"

The otaku stares at her and starts crying in joy, wiping the tears with an arm, "That's why you're the best of the best, Maizono-san!"

She giggles, "Stop it, Aki-kun. You're making me feel embarrassed."

"But it's the truth!" He exclaims loudly.

I feel completely out of place. I suppose it's because I wasn't a hardcore fan. And while yes, Maizono has her charisma, I feel no obligation to gush over her because she happens to be popular.

Maizono turns to me, "Oh, are you also part of his doujin circle? I don't think I heard your name."

'I didn't offer it,' is what I'd like to say. But I hold back, it wouldn't be fair to antagonize her because of how annoyed I am. Besides, I'll obviously need to her for the game. Damn it all…

"…Hikigaya Hachiman," I relent after a few moments, "And no, I'm not."

"He's just taking his time to join," Aki comments and I send him a brief glare. "But he will."

"Ignore his delusions…" I retort instantly.

Maizono stares at us before giggling, a hand over her mouth. Okay, that was pretty cute. It takes a bit more will than I would have thought to keep myself from reacting to such an attack. I'm going to need to do some intense training in order to level up my Hachiman Skill: Composure… in case this rate of confrontations of cuteness continues…

It is then when Maizono does the unexpected.

"Hachiman…" The otaku and I blink when we hear the Idol whisper my given name to herself. We gaze at her in shock and she notices her blunder, "Oh, ah!" She waves her hands in embarrassment. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean that! It's just that your name sounds… familiar. I think I heard it somewhere."

Unless she knows Japanese history in that high of a degree to know about that ancient god of war, there really isn't a reason to recognize a name like 'Hachiman'. The name isn't even particularly popular amongst the population.

Could it be that even an Idol such as her also heard about the rumors about me circulating from Sobu and Sainan? We just met so I'm not sure how she could find my name familiar. Unless Aki blabbed about me for some reason. No, he would've introduced me to her earlier if he had.

"Really?" Aki fixes his glasses, assuming a thoughtful posture, "Maybe someone told you about him? You see, Hachiman is some sort of celebrity in Chiba."

Criminal or delinquent more like… Seeing how I'm treated.

"He is?" She asks, surprised. Then she becomes silent, gaining a thoughtful expression, when suddenly, her eyes widen, apparently recalling something of importance. She observes me intensely, and I can't help but feel uncomfortable at such gaze. "You are… Ronriteki-kun?"

…Ronriteki-kun? Who the hell is that? Oh wait, that's me isn't it?

"…You know Kasumigaoka?" I ask uneasily, remembering my current predicament with the author.

Maizono blinks, stepping up to me, "She's my best friend… So you really are the 'Ronriteki-kun' she always talked about. I suspected something when Aki-kun told me that Utaha was his upperclassman."

"I don't understand how you would know he's Kasumigaoka-senpai's friend by just that," Aki says, shocked upon this turn of events.

"Well, Utaha did tell me that she knew someone in her school that was a close friend of the so called Ronriteki-kun. She never showed me a picture of him so I never knew how he looked like." Maizono turns to me, "She once mentioned your name though, so I just put the pieces together."

"…Is that so? Have… Have you heard from her lately?" I ask slowly. If they were friends, I wouldn't be surprised if the idol knew about what happened yesterday.

For the first time, I see Maizono sporting a serious expression. Aki averted his gaze, probably reaching the same conclusion as me. So Kasumigaoka did tell her, huh?

"Yes… she isn't fairing very well since you chose another girl over her," She said sternly.

I look away with a troubled scowl, "I didn't 'choose' anyone. She went too far with that 'other girl'. It wasn't right."

Aki's eyes dart between us both, sensing tension building. Alright, Maizono would obviously take Kasumigaoka's side, they're friends after all. But she wasn't there, if she had been she'd see why things ended up the way they did.

Maizono closes her eyes, "If you knew her as much as she claimed that Ronriteki-kun did, then you should know that she can't handle her jealousy well." Her eyes are then opened, directed at me. "She's ashamed of what she did, but that didn't mean you should have let her think that she was a toy to you."

My scowl deepens slightly, "She reached that kind of conclusion herself, I shouldn't be solely responsible for how Kasumigaoka interpreted me stopping her from mocking Miura."

"G-guys?" Aki starts, trying to be a mediator of sorts, "D-don't you think that this s-should be solved with Kasumigaoka-senpai present?"

For once, he says something useful.

"All she wanted was your support, Hikigaya-kun," Maizono bites her lip, and I only avert my gaze. "You do know she's close to finishing her new book, right? All she wanted was that 'Ronriteki-kun' she dearly values to tell her she was doing fine, yet… she finds you with a girl that you previously despised. Am I wrong?"

Why do I have the feeling that Kasumigaoka vented her frustrations to this girl?

I deflate at that. She was right, of course she was, even I had to take that into account after what Yukihira told me. Kasumigaoka also cares for me, possibly as much as Miura does, yet I left her alone without a lifeline. I just wanted to keep Miura from being further hurt, I guess it was bias because she had only just confessed to me earlier that day. And because of that and with my familiarity with her from my previous world, I left Kasumigaoka to the dogs.

Again, I'm reminded on how I abandoned Yukinoshita back in my world. It wasn't of my own volition but it doesn't remove the fact that I failed her request in being there for her. Essentially, I did the same thing to Kasumigaoka. Even if I'm not the one that was supposed to be her support.

That wasn't fair to her. Or anybody for that matter.

But was I really wrong back there? Even if it was jealousy that drove her to say such hurtful things, that wasn't enough to excuse her behavior.

But… What if I'm looking at things the wrong way?

I don't know anything about Kasumigaoka Utaha, I don't know how close we were or how we even met. How can I even dare to try and judge her? For all I know, her distaste for Miura could be the result of my previous self's influence. In the end, the one truly at fault in here could very well be the previous Hachiman. It always winds up going back to him.

But I do know one thing. As long as I remain here in this world, I'll make things right.

"Guess not," I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, "I have a lot to make up to her, to the both of them. I'm not leaving either behind. I'll figure something out soon," I look at the Idol sharply, "But I'll do it at my pace, and I won't accept anyone else interfering. This is a matter I'll solve alone, I owe them that much."

Yeah, this is the least I can do.

Aki shoots me a glance, smiling in approval, "Hachiman, that was a line worthy of the best protagonist ever."

This guy is definitely annoying, but I can see that that was his way of expressing his support. I'm not moved in the slightest, but I can still find it acceptable. I slowly nod to him in response.

I turn to Maizono, who stared back at me with surprise. I respond with an unwavering gaze of my own to convey that I meant every word of mine.

"Think of me what you will, Maizono," I turn around, nodding to Aki before adding. "But be sure to leave it at that, and don't get involved. I hope your performance goes well."

With that, I walk away from them, not allowing Maizono any sort of response. There was nothing more to be said about the matter, nor did I have to keep listening to her stupid attempt of making me feel guilty. I know good and well what I have to do, and any conclusion that I arrive to, I'll do so by my own volition.

I stop upon reaching the door. I release a tired sigh and rub my face to remove any fatigue my expression may have. I don't want anyone asking about it. Hmm? Oh, my bandage fell off, huh? Well, I guess it's fine. I don't really need it anymore.

I glance at my hands and begin to remove the few finger support tape I wrapped on them this morning too. They were useless now, so might as well get rid of them. I promptly locate a trash can and dump them all.

It was then that I hear a shout coming just up ahead, close to the employee's entrance. I raise an

eyebrow as that idiotic prince-looking boy and his out-of-uniform maid were arguing again it seems. Well, it's more like the poor girl is yelling at the blonde with a completely reddened face.

"I-I'm leaving!" The girl screeches at him.

"Eeehh? Don't you want me to walk you home?" Usui's voice smoothly responds back.

"I DON'T! Baka-Usui!" She screams before storming towards the exit, totally ignoring the handsome guy standing near the door. I'm talking about me of course.

"Don't forget about our date on Sunday~" He sing songs just as she reaches the door. She visibly stumbles before tucking her head in pure embarrassment and finally leaving as if Death were chasing after her.

Usui walks towards me, "That went well." I comment sarcastically.

"Pfft. Misa-chan's always that cute," He retorts, "It's so much fun to tease her."

"I'll bet," I respond without a care, "Did you pay already?"

I hear him chuckle, "What? Don't trust me?"

"Who knows?" I answer vaguely.

"I did, no need to worry." He smiles in amusement.

"Hey guys!" We turn to see the bespectacled otaku returning with hurried steps, "Have you seen Kenji-kun? I can't find him."

I narrow my gaze, "Mmm… He went looking for you." Yeah, he said that, didn't he? How come these two didn't run into each other? This place is big but not that big.

"He was with Yaku-chan when I was with Misa-chan earlier," Usui reveals casually, "By the kitchen I think."

Those two together again, huh? Well, my job there was done, I allowed Tsukamoto to realize Harima's current situation so she could proceed how she sees fit. Whatever she decides to do with this information, that's on her now.

Although, now I'm stuck with helping him next Monday, probably. I grieve for the loss of even more of my free time… Why me… damn it?

Maizono may have a tight schedule due to her Idol duties, but for my case, it seems that the list of things to do tends to increase on its own. I already have too many things to do with people I know, barely know, and are actually unknown to me.

Gah! I miss being a loner!

"Well, are you leaving too?" Usui asks the Otaku dumbly.

Aki shakes his head, "I still need to help a bit. Besides, I still have some points to discuss with Maizono-san. Didn't Hachiman tell you? I successfully scouted her for the game's music."

Usui cocks an eyebrow, glancing at me, "Is that so? She certainly didn't look very happy some moments ago."

I narrow my gaze, and Aki scratches his cheek in uncertainty, "Eh, that… was something else." Aki clears his throat. "In any case, I'll contact you for the next gathering, Usui-kun." He then looks at me, "See ya, Hachiman-kun. Do remember, you can come and join us any time you want. The doors of Blessing Software will be always open to you!"

"Yeah, yeah…" I wave off his enthusiasm.

After the Otaku goes back into the employee area, we finally leave Maid Latte.

4-11

Just outside the cafe, I take out my phone. Hmm? I have two missed calls, and 2 messages as well. Pheh, I'll check those some other time.

7:25 P.M.

Huh… I hadn't realized how late it'd gotten. Well, at least I won't get home as late as these last few days. Luckily for me, my parents don't apparently mind my late outings as long as I tell them beforehand. Which I forgot to do… Whoops.

The missing calls… are they from them? Revising it quickly, I came to know that my previous assumption was indeed correct. Usui looks at me curiosity as I search through my contact list for the number of my house.

The blonde guy doesn't bother to ask and merely focuses his attention on the night sky. I start calling, the beep sound following for three times before someone answers.

"Hikigaya Residence?" I hear the unmistakable voice of the goddess coming from the phone. Oi, oi. You shouldn't be answering the phone, goddess. How am I supposed to be able to explain if someone else calls my house?

"It's me," I respond vaguely, purposefully avoiding the use of Belldandy's name with present company around. I briefly look at Usui again to make sure he wouldn't hear this. Well, he was still focused on the sky for some reason, which works for me.

"Oh, Hachiman-san," I can sense her tone becoming a bit more lively. "How are you? Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine," I say easily, "I noticed the missed calls, did anyone need me for something?'

"Your mother was worried," The goddess explains. "After what happened to you yesterday, she couldn't relax with Hachiman-san being out in the streets late again."

I feel discomfort at the odd thought of my mother worrying about me so explicitly. I'm seriously not going to get used to that any time soon. Though I feel a faint pang that it wasn't Komachi who was worried instead.

"Tell her I'm fine," I finally respond, "I'll be home soon enough."

"Very well. H-Hachiman-san?" I look at my phone just as I was about to hang up, raising an eyebrow.

"What is it?" I inquire.

"If you would like, I c-could pick you up," She offers, and I looked at phone incredulously.

"…Pick me up?" I try to disguise as much of my confusion as possible.

Her reply takes a few seconds to come, "I-I mean, it is rather late and it could be dangerous to be outside at this hour. I've seen the news, and many bad things happened, so I was also worried."

"Bad things?" I ask, "Like what?"

"Well, it seems there's a serial killer attacking people randomly in Chiba. I have already contacted the agency, but it seems we can't interfere."

It's not surprising that she wouldn't be allowed to do something about it. As higher beings, they must have some sort of code that wouldn't allow them to mess with lower mortals, humans, outside granting wishes for whatever reason.

"Don't worry, I'm with…" I look blankly at the blonde, "Uh… Company that I can sacrifice to make my getaway."

"That's cold, Hikigaya-kun..." Usui whines fakely. Huh, he must have realized that I was talking about something morbid that I wouldn't hesitate to throw him in. So much for my honorific theory, must be using it ironically.

"Hachiman-san, don't say things like that," She reprimands, "Your well-being is as important as anybody else's."

"I was kidding," I urge flatly, "They're more like a disposable shield actually, so I can save the day." My sarcasm makes its triumphant return.

"Meanie," I can practically hear Usui's pout.

I look at him and shrug my shoulders, before Belldandy's expected reaction arrives, "Hachiman-san…" She sounds sad. Mmm… I suppose she doesn't get my kind of humor.

"I'm joking," I reiterate, "Honest."

"There are some things that shouldn't be used as a joke, Hachiman-san," Belldandy admonishes me once more, "Please, do not say something like that again."

"Dark humor is something I use to prevent any growth of anxiety," I lie, "Do you want to deprive me of my coping mechanism to sooth your conscious?"

"Eh? N-no, that isn't what I mean..." Belldandy stutters, "I… I apologize if I was being inconsiderate to you. I was only trying to..."

I sigh at her reaction, she's going to need to learn to catch sarcasm soon. Dear me, what a pure goddess.

"Oi," I interrupt her unneeded apologies.

"Y-yes?"

"I'm kidding," I huff in dry amusement. "I suppose I might have to teach you some things while you're here. In any case, I won't take long. Don't worry."

"Very well, Hachiman-san. Please be careful."

"Will do," I say and end the call. I notice Usui looking at me with suspicion, "What?"

"You-" He starts, yet a new voice suddenly overshadows his.

"Oi! You guys still here?"

We both turn to see Harima exiting the restaurant alongside Yaku-chan. I can call by her surname now, can I? No one else is around anymore.

"We were about to leave, Delinquent-kun," Usui looks at Tsukamoto, who now wore casual clothing, in the form of blue jeans, brown boots and a dark-colored sweater. She still looked good in those clothes despite their lack of femininity.

Meh… It's nice to see a girl not conform to fashionable wear anyway.

"Usui-san," She bows to him respectfully. "It was nice to see you again after so long."

He smiles at her, "It was hardly long, probably only for the previous week."

Harima points a thumb at him, smirking, "This guy couldn't resist any more time away from that maid."

"I can't deny that," Usui chuckles.

I have to roll my eyes, "Stalker," I say with a deadpan.

"Pfft. Can't deny that either," The blonde lets out a small laugh.

Harima laughs and I raise an eyebrow, amused by Usui's reply. I can't tell if he's saying the truth or if he's being sarcastic. I wouldn't be surprised if it was the former though. Surprisingly, Tsukamoto puts a hand over her mouth, hiding a small smile. Hey, so she can smile, huh?

I turn to Harima, "Did you need something?" I ask.

"Nah, I'm just gonna walk Imouto-san home," He shrugs his shoulders, "The Idol event lasted long, so…" He raises a thumbs up at me, "Well, don't forget, Hikigaya. I'm counting on you with the manga!"

Tsukamoto bows to me, and I blink, "I look forward to working with you, Hikigaya-san."

"Yeah… I guess I'll see you on Monday," I look away in slight discomfort. I still feel uneasy at having to work with some random, unknown girl.

"…Yes…" Tsukamoto averts her gaze while ducking her head. Looks like she wasn't a fan of Harima's plan either.

I can't blame her, though. We literally just met and she was obviously shy, then Harima, like an idiot, pushes her to work with a stranger. You're too kind Tsukamoto, but that doesn't mean though that you have to go along with everything he asks of you.

The delinquent walks past us, raising a hand, "Laters!" And just behind him follows Tsukamoto, bowing to the blonde and then to me.

"I-I'm Tsukamoto Yakumo…" She stutters, "It's n-nice to properly meet you Hikigaya-san."

I nod my head at her, "Yeah."

"Yo, Imouto-san!" Harima shouts from afar, "Hurry up, I gotta get home too, ya know?"

"T-then if you'll excuse us," She glances at Usui and then at me again before leaving hurriedly.

I observe her as she rushes to catch up to Harima. Tsukamoto Yakumo, huh? Yet another girl that got dragged into that damned god's game. It's refreshing though to meet someone actually not irritating. She's shy, yet she manages to still be well-mannered. Her possible interest in Harima though, I just hope she took what she learned about the delinquent to heart.

I spared her the possible pain of losing before even reaching the starting line, seeing how Harima had his sights adamantly set on another girl. It'd be worse if she knew her, that's resentment just waiting to be buried.

"Heehhh… Hikki-kun has become a so-"

"Don't. Call me that." I snap venomously before I realize it.

Usui, for the first time, is startled by one of us raising our voices. He narrows his gaze immediately afterward but I ignore it, turning away with a deep scowl.

I don't want to hear anyone calling me that in this world. That right belongs to Yuigahama, my world's Yuigahama. I found it annoying once, but I grew to not mind it when it came from her. Only her. I'll be damned if even her other self tried to do so, let alone this blonde idiot.

We both remain silent for a few moments. During which I realized my misstep. I wanted to kick myself for that. How could I have allowed myself to slip so easily? I can only hope that the blonde wasn't close enough to me to notice anything wrong. Yeah, he said he didn't like me, right? He might not know enough to care for any change he's noticed. The others were glad about it, maybe he'd write this off as a personal quirk.

Glancing at him from the corner of my eye, I feel some despair build up within me when I see that he's sending me a suspicious stare. Shit… What the hell do I do now?

And suddenly his visage relaxes.

Huh?

Did… Did he drop the issue? Or did he merely give up on trying to make sense of my behavior? Whatever the case this could be go-

"You know… Harima-kun likes Yaku-chan's older sister. That's why he calls her that nickname," Usui brings up casually. So that's it. 'Tenma-chan's' her older(?) sister…

Shit, if she came to learn that Harima likes her sister that might drive a wedge between the two of them. Damn it, I may need to look into that later on, I've caused this after all.

Then again, maybe this was for the best. But… maybe not. I'm not entirely sure.

I take a few seconds to react to his sudden change of subject, "…Is that right?"

I'm still unsure whether I'm in the clear with what happened, this guy's calm facade is tough to read. I have no idea what he's thinking right now.

"Yeah," He sighs, "He's apparently liked her since late middle school, something about her being 'as pure as an angel.' Or at least that's what I picked up when Short-kun was trying to get to know me back then."

'Short-kun'? Yuuki probably.

"That wasn't something he had the right to tell," I say offhandedly.

"No," Usui shakes his head in agreement, "But it did help me avoid being the center of attention as the new addition to that group of yours."

"Hate it that much?"

Usui glances at me briefly, "I… wasn't used to it. I grew to dislike it since then, the boys in my school treat me like some living deity. It's really bothersome."

So that was it… Usui is aware of how attention-grabbing he was, and he didn't like it one bit. For some reason being at the center of attention brought discomfort to him, so he ignored the very masses that tried to idolize him. That being said…

"So why hang out with us?" I was curious about that, if he didn't like attention, why did he go out of his way to interact with our lot? There's something more about it, isn't there?

He blinks at my question, probably not expecting it, "Ah, it was mostly Yukihira-kun and a little bit of you at first. You were both interesting, not caring about my looks," He lets out a brief laugh, "Yukihira-kun cared more about testing my cooking skills than anything else. And I eventually found Harima-kun rather amusing, he's very fun to mess with."

I raise an eyebrow at his explicit exclusion of three other 'friends' of mine. I include Aikawa due to basic common sense.

"And the others?" I egg him on.

His expression becomes a bit troubled, "They're fine, I suppose. But both Glasses-kun and Short-kun can get very annoying at times. Lazy-kun… Well, he doesn't really do anything that's remotely interesting."

I stare at him blankly. I totally misread him, letting myself get distracted by his looks and teasing personality, unlike what my previous self did, and Yukihira. However, Usui is in fact, as rotten as me. Hayama is nothing alike to him despite that they both shared similarities, but it seems they were only superficial.

Usui Takumi is unexpectedly calculating, only seeking entertainment for his own self at the expenses of those he find amusing and different. I may be making a wrong assumption here, but so far, this is what I see of him. And it's a pretty scary thought. I said it before, but appearances really can be deceiving. Though, the media tends to showcase his type of people as the handsome kind. Never thought it'd be accurate.

"I see… You're being brutally honest, huh?" I finally ask the blonde. That's fine I guess, saying things at face value is actually the way to do it. Better than beating around the bush and not letting anything be said. "But you see, I'm not a toy for you to get fun from, or whatever, so don't get any stupid ideas."

"Heeehh… Is that so?" Usui asks lackadaisically.

I grunt an affirmative before noticing where we were. It was the same park where I met that tomboy, Suou Mikoto, yesterday. I can see the occasional person inside, probably a few teenagers trying to take advantage of the final hours of their socializing. Wait, so what does that make me?

Well, other than that, we were both pretty much alone.

As I observe the surroundings, my eyes land on the blonde that stood several steps away from me, his expression stern and serious. His gaze was sharp and was focused on me. I frown before responding with a glare as he pockets his hands.

"What?" I refuse to be intimidated by his surprisingly unrelenting visage.

There's no change in his expression, nor in his stance. Neither is there in mine. A whole minute in silence passes, only the sound of the wind blowing and the clatter of people away sounding in the distance as we continue our unexpected stare off.

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"…Who are you?" His voice, deprived of its usual teasing smugness, is heard.

I instantly feel my heart drop at that. I do my best to appear unaffected, but my usual composure has been heavily compromised at the drop of that bombshell.

"…What are you talking about?" I question him slowly. My heart was beginning to speed up at this sudden change in situation. This was even worse than with Yukihira yesterday.

"I don't know how you managed to trick the others…" His narrow gaze seems to stare into my very soul, "But… You're not the same Hikigaya Hachiman I know."

I unconsciously let loose a derisive chuckle at that. My heart still hammering, "Do you hear yourself? What exactly do you know about me?"

"You never liked Miura, especially after she destroyed the Author's book last year," He states grimly, "Yet now you're freely spending time with her? Even defending her from your dear author?"

He had me there.

"…I told you, things changed…" I weakly defied him.

"No. Not with you," He continues mercilessly, "The others may think you're joking half the time, but you never change your mind once it's set."

"We-" I try.

"Then Yukihira-kun tells me that you didn't even try to get retribution against the group who attacked you. You'd never do that. You'd do everything in your power to get back at those who do you wrong."

"I…" I mutter weakly.

"And finally, I couldn't sense any malice in your voice the whole day until just now, not to mention your different eyes. Something like that can't happen so suddenly," He closes his eyes. "If you somehow hit your head and lost your memories, then why pretend that nothing happened?"

I say nothing… I can't say anything. By all means, he's correct. Usui had played the fool this entire time and managed to figure me out completely, not allowing any form of escape from his accusation. He bided his time while letting me fall into a false sense of security, and I fell for it completely. This was his checkmate, and I was all out of moves.

It looks like he reached his own conclusions, they were wrong of course, but, it was actually close enough. I may not be an amnesiac husk, but I may as well have been in his eyes. So this is it, huh? I've been discovered. By my third day too…

Geez, and here I thought I'd last for a bit longer than that.

"Even if what you said was true, what real proof do you have?" I challenge him defiantly. I refuse to make this easy for him, "Everything you've noticed could merely be coincidental, I could just be having off days, you know?"

He smiles in amusement, "Well played, whoever you are. Then let me ask you something," I narrow my gaze at his tone reeking of confidence. It sure was irritating, "What's the epilogue of Metronome in Love?"

My eyes briefly widen at that, I had no idea what that book was even about. I quickly compose myself and lie.

"…I didn't get to finish it, Miura tore it up remember? And Kasumigaoka refused to spoil it for me." It came out smoothly, and I uttered it with feigned confidence, but seeing Usui's smug expression tells me that I already lost.

"Do you remember how you two met, Hikigaya-kun?" He asks casually.

I nearly sputter at that question. Shit, I had no idea. And unlike last time, I had no prior knowledge to help me out.

"I… tried to get her autograph for Komachi since she read the book first," I desperately grasp at straws.

"You don't get along with your sister." Usui's nearly rabid grin widens as he condemns me. He tilts his head, "You were better at lying too."

I grit my teeth at my loss, balling my fists tightly as I glare at the ground. I offhandedly notice Usui also tenses in preparation of some sort of physical retaliation on my part. That's just wasted energy, pretty boy.

"Figures…" I chuckle derisively, "The stalker's the one who figures me out."

His serious demeanour remains the same as he focuses on me, "'The Metronome of Love' reached a happy ending, where the heroine returns to Wago City after becoming a successful clothing designer, and searches for the protagonist. It's actually the male lead that finds her after she had given up on locating him."

"Is that right?" I say absentmindedly, not really caring but marking this as something to remember for the future.

He's silent for some seconds before speaking, "The fact that you finished the whole 'Metronome of Love' series is the reason why you two met." He reveals, but I show no reaction, "The autograph was actually for yourself. Yukihira-kun, Glasses-kun and I accompanied you that day. The fact that you met her is because you were genuinely impressed by her work. And that's why you hated Miura. She destroyed the book you held dear."

I blink at the revelation. Now it all makes sense, the hatred those two held from one another, and the fact that Miura destroyed an item that meant something to my previous self, for whatever reason she may have had. I can't picture Miura doing it, but at the same time, I do, seeing how the girl liked me, not to mention that she was the Sobu's Fire Queen. As far as I have seen, she has shown to be the same jealous type as her alternate self.

"…Why are you telling me this?" I didn't look up yet, but my confusion was clear. As informative as this was, I didn't understand why he bothered to tell me.

"To prove how wrong you were. How you're not the 'Hikigaya Hachiman' I'm familiar with." His expression darkens, his eyes hidden in the darkness of the arriving night. "So I'll ask once more. Who are you?"

I scowl deeply at the ground in silence. I wanted to leave, to run from this interrogation I found myself being subjected to. But that'd do even more damage for me. I don't owe the pretty boy an answer but he can easily tell the others about me. They might not believe him entirely, but it will spark their interest in me. I'm sure they'll start becoming more aware of my differences with my alternate self. Better one person knows and potentially keeps it to himself than everyone suspecting me.

Usui Takumi is not someone I should have as an enemy, as he has the weapon while I'm unarmed. He had shown quite clearly how capable he was by unmasking me in the span of hours.

I release a heavy sigh. This was it then, I had nowhere else to go. Damn it.

"…I'm… Hikigaya Hachiman." I growl out bitterly.

"No you're no-"

"A different one," I nearly snarl at his interruption. This was already hard enough as it is, don't make it worse for me dammit.

"…'Different one'?" The blonde blinks, confusion replacing his formerly dark expression.

"It's not amnesia… Only an idiot would think that's a good solution." I mutter. The amnesiac excuse wouldn't solve anything, just delay the inevitable.

Usui folds his arms, his eyes sharp, "Then what is it? You look identical to him despite those eyes. Do you still have the scars?"

"Yeah…" I confirm, "It was shocking to see them when I took a bath."

"Can you prove it?" He asks, well more like demands.

I pull my sleeve up my right arm until the scar on my forearm is visible. I show it to the blonde, "Satisfied?"

His eyes widen as he realizes that it was still there. He drops his gaze, his eyes lost for some seconds before raising his face, looking at me in consternation.

"What's the meaning of this?" Usui asks disbelievingly, probably the most anxious I've seen him since we met, "Who… what happened to the other one? You look the same, yet…"

I sigh and point at my eyes with a dry expression.

"Oh, there's that," He says casually. I huff in exasperation.

"I don't know what happened either," I admit honestly, "I suddenly arrived here before I knew it." I pocket my hands, assuming a thoughtful expression, "I had a life before I suddenly awoke here. Everything I knew was different, while all I didn't was something I was supposed to know."

"That sounds far-fetched." The blonde responds easily.

"It's a long story…" I sigh once more.

"I don't have anyone waiting for me at home." Usui says in a relaxed manner. I lazily raise an eyebrow at that pathetic disclosure. That's pretty sad, isn't it?

I gesture towards the swing set, I'm tired of standing.

"You asked for it. Don't whine to me about it afterwards."

4-12

"Well… I have to admit, me actually being an alien from Planet Pheromone sounds more believable," Usui finally pipes up with a joking tone.

I snort at that, "I've seen aliens, so don't count yourself out yet."

8:17 p.m.

I sat on the swings with low energy and sighed heavily. Usui preferred to lean against the bar across from me.

After explaining everything that had happened to me since I woke in this different world, Usui had asked me many questions about my world before I was dragged here by the God of Time. I was reluctant to tell him about the damned game I was forced to participate in, but I doubt he'd believe that I was dragged here for no reason at all. No one's luck is that bad. Of course he was more skeptical once I brought up Deus Ex and his survival game, but I rebutted that if abnormal beings such as those sea people could exist, then something of divine nature is likely to exist as well. He didn't completely buy it, but he willing to go along with it at least.

Now, for the part of how I was supposed to win the game… It actually made quite an impact on him, for winning the game meant killing the creation of the god of time, which could be in fact any female I encounter, conditions taken into account of course.

Usui had focused on the conditions, asking me about them to clear his doubts. I knew well why though, as the fact that I had met that maid of his meant that she became a suspect in the game. After all, she was a female that lived in Japan and was 17 years old. I can't blame him for being concerned about this, as there was the possibility of Misa-chan winding up being the creation that was meant to be 'killed'.

He made quite the scary expression when he realized that.

Eventually, he relaxed as I told him about the my last night's encounter with Deviluke's bodyguards and that Zastin guy and the fact that she was a princess in her planet. It served a good distraction.

"Heeehh… I hope Misa-chan doesn't find out about that alien girl, or else she really will think I'm an alien too," Usui once more says with humor in his voice.

I roll my eyes in slight exasperation of his priorities.

"Well… That's it, I think." I shrug casually.

He raises an eyebrow, "Well… That was quite the story 'Fake'-igaya-kun."

I stare at him in nothing but pure annoyance at the stupid nickname. I'm not the fake here, bastard. Just a better replacement.

"Then? What are you going to do now that you know this?" I inquire sternly.

"Me?" Usui blinks, yet shrugs his shoulders "Well, I guess I can help out. On one condition. Actually, two."

He… wants to help me? What's the catch?

"Conditions?" My confusion bleeds into my voice.

"That's right," Usui confirms with a humorous smile, "First, I'd like to meet that goddess and alien you told me about. Call it, evidence to prove your story."

I frown at his request, I didn't like the idea of another person knowing about them. Well, he already knew they existed, but he hadn't met them. I guess this is his way of proving that there could be more trust between us. I don't have any other choice if I'm to gain an ally, guess I could do it.

"…Fine," I nod at him. "What else?"

Usui's smile evaporates completely, replaced by a serious expression. His green eyes were piercing and his stance conveyed something aggressive and dangerous. I narrow my gaze at the sudden change, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll help you find that creation. However, Misa-chan is off-limits," He states firmly, his voice commanding. "Just know this, Hikigaya. If Misa-chan winds up being the creation of that god, then forget about returning home. I won't let you lay a single finger on her. Am I clear?"

"Oi," I glare right back at him, "I'm going back to my world. I might not be ready to kill someone yet, but when the time comes I will do whatever it takes. No matter what. Besides, that other guy I mentioned will also be willing to kill her should she be it."

His gaze darkens into a full blown glare, "You'll both have to go through me if that's the case. I'll do anything in my grasp to protect her." He steps to me, gazing directly at my eyes, "Anything."

"You're worrying about things that may not even happen," I put my hands up in mock surrender, "It might not even wind up being her."

"Let's just hope you're right," He retorts venomously. "Nothing you do will make me change my mind. No matter if she's human or a fake, she'll live."

I look at him in stunned silence, "You care that much about her?"

"Whether I do or don't is not of your concern."

"Isn't it? People who are willing to defend someone regardless of danger must care deeply." I counter.

A smile spreads from side to side, yet it still was intimidating, "You're free to reach your own conclusions. Whatever the case, you've been warn-"

"And yet, you refuse to treat her fairly. Only teasing her, confusing her about whether you truly like her or not. Isn't that cruel?" I don't allow him to try and spin this his own way. If I got stuck admitting my story, I'd be damned if I didn't get something from him.

Usui raises his head, his dark expression gone, replaced by a troubled one. Seems like I hit it right on the nail, didn't I?

"What are you trying to pull?" He inquires with a frown.

I shrug without a care, "I'm just trying to understand how someone supposedly willing to defend a girl to the ends of the Earth is so dead set on preventing any sort of progress in their relationship, I guess."

"You know nothing of me," Usui's calm demeanour is not back yet, but I couldn't detect any aggressiveness anymore at least. "And you understand even less."

"You're probably right," I level him with a small smirk, "It'd be arrogant of me to think I did."

"Then-"

"But I did pay attention," I look him straight in the eyes, "Your disinterest with nearly everything outside of her, the way you look at her, how your voice grows just a bit fonder when she's around, your protective manner with her. Hell, your body language perks up whenever you see her. Everything you do practically revolves around this girl, it's really disgusting."

"…You noticed that much?" Usui's troubled expression returns, "And here I thought you didn't see things like the other Hikigaya."

"I'm discreet about it." I divulge.

The blonde averts his eyes, "She's… more interesting than the rest," He replies, but I can see that he's losing terrain.

"It's more than that," I adamantly urge him on. I won't let you evade a direct answer.

"I told you, it's complicated." Averting his gaze, he gives that same excuse.

I fold my arms, rolling my eyes. Still going on about that? You sure are stubborn, but so I am. I've seen enough during these last few days to state firmly that my life is nothing but complicated, it doesn't mean I'm gonna use that damned word as an excuse to avoid facing it. 'Annoying' is a lot more appropriate, but it is a bit of an understatement.

I raise an eyebrow, "You're telling me that?"

He lets out a brief laugh against his better judgement, "Fair enough."

"So?"

"Why does this even matter to you? My relationship with Misa-chan has nothing to do with the game." He deflects once more, but instead of trying to goad him on, I give him an honest answer.

I have to put all my cards on the table.

"Your relationship with her is something… that could possibly become… genuine…" My voice becomes somber, I didn't mean it to come out like that, but it was out of my control. "I want to find out if something like that truly exists…" I say straightly.

The blonde's eyes widen, "That's your reason?"

"I… lost my chance in doing so when I got dragged here…" Resentment enters my voice, "The only thing left for me is to at least see it from the outside," I look away bitterly.

Then silence comes once more, Usui reflecting his response. Never thought I'd reveal my selfish goal to some stranger, but, ignoring the game and the fact I was discovered, I realized that this very same guy could actually be the key to letting me find what I strived for back in my world. He and that girl could very well provide me more hope and motivation to return to my world.

As always, I'm only speculating, but who knows? I could possibly be right about this.

The blonde looked unsure of what to say, on how to react, it seemed this was a really troublesome matter to him. His confident demeanor was long gone, replaced by uncertainty and worry. I guess that even pretty boys like him don't have it easy.

"Well… After years of research I was fabricated in a labora-"

"Try again," My annoyed voice echoes.

"After my spaceship crashed landed, I-"

"Last chance. And points deducted for unoriginality."

The blonde chuckles softly and briefly looks down with a troubled smile. He was clearly struggling to find the words to express what was on his mind… so it was that troublesome, huh? Seriously, what could be so important that the normally smug, and composed Usui was at a complete loss?

"I'm…" He slowly speaks up, earning my full attention, "I'm a bastard child of the British elite… The Walker Family. It… was my mother… She had an affair with a family butler, she was half Japanese, he was full. That makes me a quarter."

I blink at that. I didn't expect that kind of revelation. But now I realized his main problem. He was indeed right when he said it was complicated.

I have no idea of who the Walker Family were supposed to be, but he did mention them being British, and part of their elite. I can understand where he got his looks from, and now that I think about it, Usui indeed looked part foreigner with his blonde hair. If he was a bastard child of an elite family of England, then…

"You can't be seen with a commoner because of the weight your family's name carries?"

Usui nods slowly, "I can't bring attention to myself either. It's why I'm helping Aki-kun under an alias. I apparently tested their nerves already when I decided to enroll in a public high school."

This guy… Did he not even have the freedom to do something as simple as that?

"What did you do before?" I couldn't help but ask. My curiosity got the better of me.

The blonde looks at me in wry amusement, "I was homeschooled before Seika. I went through tutors constantly because I learned things fast."

I feel a twinge of annoyance at his casual admitting of being a prodigy. Bastard, are you showing off!?

"And you going out with that maid is risky?" I question him.

"Misa-chan caught the attention of an annoying Student Council President of a richer private academy closer to town," Usui explains, "His… interest, in her exposes me to him as well. Luckily, you, well, the previous Hikigaya, managed to get him to back off since mid-summer."

"Did he?" I raise an eyebrow.

An amused nod is my answer, "It was during a Butler competition. I got hurt when I was helping Misa-chan, the other Hikigaya was dragged there by Yukihira-kun. When he noticed that I was in pain, he interrupted my performance by humiliating that troublesome president when he threw a cake at his face."

Butler competition? How did that work with a girl involved? Wasn't she supposed to be a maid? Wait… Yukihira and I were there? We didn't enter that competition, did we? No, that's not really important.

Though the image of some rich brat being pelted by a cake draws a brief smirk to my face.

"I'm surprised he got involved," I point out. "The other me, I mean."

"I suppose. I was also surprised, he and Yukihira-kun even forced me to stay in the hospital instead of going home early." He smiled fondly at the memory, I feel a bit of discomfort at that. Then he makes this grumpy face, one that was more appropriate on a child instead of a high school student, "But I really got mad at Harima-kun though. The next day, he bumped into Misa-chan and the homemade food she made for me ended up on the ground. She didn't visit me again after I found out she tried. Tch…"

So the delinquent also visited him and accidentally spoiled the surely close moment Usui and Misa-chan could have shared? Too bad, I guess. However…

Seriously, what's with that guy that dares to tell me we're the same? Sometimes he's good, and other times, a cold bastard. I still can't figure him out. I guess with Usui, as my surprising new ally, he can help. Though it'll only be his interpretation of the alternate Hikigaya's actions, he already said he didn't like him much.

"So he distracted that rich guy from looking into you?"

He merely shrugs, "Possibly, but I know it was only a brief delay. If he sees me again, he will most likely try investigating me once more."

Mm… why do I have the feeling that this rich boy is someone to be wary about. In any case… "Would it be that easy to find out who you really are?" I ask.

Usui closes his eyes, thoughtful, "My legal guardians are connected to the Walkers. They're my mother's cousins, another wealthy family that lives here in Japan. As a seventeen year-old high school student, it was expected that I needed permission to live alone."

I heard about that. Yuigahama once mentioned that Yukinoshita did that same thing in my world.

"That's pretty reckless, moving out on your own," I state the obvious.

"I just… got bored of constantly being caged inside their estate. And I was curious about how normal life was," Usui admits with a sigh.

"Didn't expect the disappointment?" I felt the need to ask. He held ideals for everyday life, especially for high school students. There was nothing special, just a bunch of superficial idiots trying to enjoy what little youth they had left before being thrusted into adulthood.

Usui briefly laughs, "No I didn't. Everyone in Seika was so absorbed in their own worlds. I didn't understand at all. The boys tried to drag me into their nonsense constantly, and there would be continuous confessions from the girls. Of course it was only because of my looks and abilities."

I unwittingly feel a bit of annoyance at his 'sufferings' of being popular. Looks like he and Hayama were similar in that regard, though Usui didn't bother to go along with everyone else's expectations. Still, it pisses me off.

"But… It did allow me to meet a certain group with a few interesting people," His amused smile softens, "And I got to meet Misa-chan."

"…Is that so?"

"Yes… It made my risk worth it," The fond expression was still there on his face. He really values that small world he has, doesn't he?

"You have a date with her on Sunday, right? Isn't that counterproductive for you?" I notice his smile embitter, albeit slightly.

"Misa-chan decided to go through with it herself, because she apparently feels like she owes me for all the help I gave her," He chuckles softly at that, "I can't say no to her. Besides, we never did get to finish our unanticipated outing during a summer festival."

"Why?" I didn't think he was the type to allow time with that maid to get interrupted.

His expression becomes annoyed, "You see… there was this… annoying woman… She faked an incident with Misa-chan's friends before we could enjoy the fireworks."

My interest perks up at that, "Who is she?"

"Dunno. I rejected her, whoever she is, but she's surprisingly stubborn," Came Usui's reply.

I merely hum uncommittingly, there's obviously more to it than he's willing to admit but I'll drop it. Well, I'll probably meet her some other day whoever she was. Though, I'd prefer not doing so, she does sound like trouble.

We both look towards the sky. Enjoying the silence for a few moments.

"I never expected to tell someone about myself," Usui reveals in amusement.

I grunt back in agreement, I didn't expect things to go this way either. He sure carried an impressive amount of weight on his shoulders, and I guess I could understand his way of doing things, if only a little.

I hear the blonde sigh, "I thought I'd eventually tell Misa-chan first…"

Don't whine you idiot. Sorry I'm not the best choice for a confidant, but you're gonna have to stick with it. Besides, you owed me this much…

"Are you going to stop using her maid name anytime soon?" I ask finally, it's been bothering me for a while actually. I don't think I ever heard him state her actual name.

"Nope. That's not my secret to tell," I see the blonde wink teasingly with a humored smirk. I huff in exasperation.

"You'd probably tell her about yourself after giving her as much of a hard time, no doubt," I finally mutter.

"That's true," Usui grins, "Though it will only happen when she admits her own curiosity about me to herself."

I nod in understanding as silence once again returns to us.

Usui was willing to allow that girl to know about him regardless of consequence. Sure he had the safeguard in that she was very stubborn to admit her interest in him according to him. But the fact that he's willing speaks volumes of how much she means to him.

"You should probably look into the possibility of cutting ties with your family," I offer a potential solution.

"I… Didn't really think of that… I'm not sure though," Usui's eyebrows furrowed, "I have lived my whole life belonging to them at arm's length."

"Then you should do this for yourself," I counter, "Break that chain and do what you want."

"You make it sound so simple and romantic," I glance back and see the blonde chuckling.

"It isn't," I state flatly, "It'll be a huge bother, and that family probably won't make it any easier for you. But…" I look back up at the starry night, "At least if you manage to pull it off, you'll have the freedom to be with the girl that means so much to you."

Honestly… All this deep and personal talk has made me so sappy and soft… Ugh…

My blonde companion simply stares at me for a few moments before joining me in stargazing, "I'll keep that in mind."

It's funny, in any other case, my advice wouldn't really matter much to someone who I just met and yet… Usui took it seriously, or at least bothered to think about it. I must have made a significant impression.

"You're much easier to talk to compared to the original one," Usui starts, then adds teasingly, "A bit more trustworthy too even with those eyes. Never thought I'd meet another one like that. Misa-chan doesn't count."

I remain silent. I couldn't really find my words as easily as this guy could when it comes to more personal things, mainly when it comes to me. It makes me uncomfortable actually. And was that jab at my eyes really necessary?

"…We should get going," I say slowly, "You wanted to meet my invading tenants, right?"

"I do, though it's a bit late for that," The blonde smiles again, "Maybe I can drop by to meet them some other time," He stands up straight. Looks like we were done here.

I also get up from my seat, shrugging my shoulders, "If that's what you want."

"It is," He nods at me.

Again we enjoy the silence as we look at one another. It was nothing short of surprising, this newfound alliance we found ourselves in. I never saw this coming. I would say that it was an awkward one, but I felt as though there was this modicum of trust and respect between us. And that was also something else I never thought I'd experience with someone that wasn't the girls in the Service Club.

I blink when I see his extended hand. My companion chuckles at my confused expression.

"We never properly introduced ourselves," Usui explains, "My name is Usui Takumi."

I look on, stumped. This was unexpected to say the least. I glance at his hand before slowly extending my own.

"I'm… Hikigaya Hachiman…" I respond quietly.

He takes in stride and smiles honestly.

"I hope we get along from now on."

4-13

Hah… Finally, my sweet room. No clingy and over worried mothers, no daughter-con geezers, no annoying and bold aliens, and no sickly-sweet goddesses. Perfect, my sanctuary, empty as it should be. I'm glad that Deviluke had accepted respecting my personal space despite the annoying act she pulled yesterday.

That and she was kind of mad that I blew off her wanting to enroll in school in favor of eating a small dinner and resting. At least it let me do my homework assignments in peace afterwards.

Man… I'm exhausted… mentally at least. Well, physically too but that can just be my innate laziness talking.

A lot's happened today, but then again, a lot happened yesterday and the day before that, so this shouldn't come as too much of a surprise.

I lay on my bed, finally letting my body relax. As I close my eyes, my thoughts wander as I recap today's events that have occurred.

Ayanojouki Kiyotaka and the game, that Takao girl who's a crybaby, discovering there was some sort of world wide incident with the apparent 'sea villages', Sairenji asking me for help and that annoying girl called Kotegaya, Yuigahama's attempt of talking to me, Miura and Shiromeguri being themselves, Yuuki finally taking his first step in his determination, the fight with the nerd delinquent gang, meeting a gamer girl who happened to be the friend of the aforementioned crybaby, visiting Maid Latte, the maids that worked in there, the Idol and the Otaku, being dragged to help in Harima's manga alongside Tsukamoto Yakumo, and finally, that maid called Misa-chan and the pretty boy, Usui Takumi.

Yeah, plenty of things happened today. And I'm not particularly happy that I'm gradually getting used to it. I want my lazy days back, dammit.

Well, at least I now have an ally of sorts in this messed up world that is actually capable of helping me. Usui Takumi knows plenty of things, and that will allow me to count on him should I need him in regards to the game. He did say that he would help me find Deus Ex's creation, and with his looks, I'm sure he'll be able to get the truth out of some of the suspects. It's actually nice to know that I'm no longer alone in this.

But honestly, I'm not sure of how to feel about this. There's always the possibility that he was a pawn of Deus Ex's creation. But I couldn't back out now, I have to move on instead of whining about what already happened. I guess I have to see if this gamble pays off and he manages to assist me in the future.

Help… Huh?

I've never sought help before that fateful day in the Service Club, because I was used to dealing and solving matters on my own, using my own methods, no matter if there was consequences for me in the long run. Yet, when I realized what I truly wanted, I had to finally admit to myself that I couldn't solve everything alone, it was delusional of me to think otherwise.

It was different here though, before today, I didn't have a single person to confide in, and I'm not saying that I will do so completely, but I intended to use my loner status to my advantage by trying to use others for my own means. I'm not really the deceiving type, but I knew I needed to drop whatever moral pretenses I held to win this game. I can probably still do so, but it might only be for anyone new that I meet. I don't think the blonde would be too happy if I try manipulating those he calls friends. Plus, that method did sound more reckless in hindsight.

Thinking about it more, I didn't even ask him to give me a hand, as Usui offered his help, if only to make sure that he would secure Misa-chan's safety, but it's something I can still use to win.

And, hey, he'll probably help cover me whenever I'm asked a question concerning the other Hachiman's past. That's something that can give me a huge edge in maintaining my identity among the others.

And…

I'll be more likely to remain myself in this insane reality. I won't have to compromise my personal ethics as often and lose what makes me, well, me. That's something that I see the most valuable.

I'm already inhabiting a foreign body that doesn't belong to me, I don't know what I'll do if I were to lose my personality to this world…

Banishing those cryptic thoughts I raise into a sitting position, my hands resting over my knees. I'm feeling thirsty, so I guess I'll get something to drink before hitting the sack. I walk towards the door, opening it slowly. The barely audible creaking of wood echoes as I enter the dark hallway. I should probably be quiet, don't need Deviluke to think I wanted a 'nightly visit'. I shudder at that thought.

It really bothers me that I have to act like this in my own home, but it may be worth it if I don't have to deal with the alien even more than I do. She still has that thing with enrolling in a school on her mind, and I don't want to deal with it just yet.

I sigh in relief, finally reaching the stairs, but it's still too soon to celebrate, Deviluke may be in the kitchen or in the living room for some reason, so I should stay quiet. I take slow steps, descending in almost complete silence. Just in case, I activate Stealth Hikki. As I do, I hear a female voice, and it didn't belong to that irksome pinkette, but to the goddess, Belldandy.

"I see… So there has been no results as of yet…?"

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I narrow my gaze, leaning to the left side of the stairs to see the aforementioned girl, speaking on the house's phone. She sported a worried expression. I wonder… Who could she be talking to? A friend? Another goddess…? Or even that biblical God from the West that she supposedly works for?

I don't usually care to eavesdrop on others, since the things they do aren't of my concern. But I'm sure that anything I can learn from the goddess could prove useful to me. Despite her explicit kindness, I have come to notice how reserved she acts around me, and that started happening after she first talked with that 'God' of hers. Whatever it is, I may need to find out, she could be a suspect in the game and I don't need her making things uselessly harder for me.

I listen closely as she continues…

"But… I…" Her voice fades briefly. "I… understand." Some seconds pass, "Yes… I'll continue monitoring him." I raise an eyebrow, monitoring? Who? I thought she was here to help Komachi solve her problem.

"I don't think…" Her voice fades once more, whoever is at the other side of the phone probably cut her off. "I know Hikigaya Hachiman-san is very much an anomaly, but he hasn't shown any sort of ill intent despite what Yggdrasil gathered of his past." I narrow my gaze as she listened attentively to whatever was coming from the phone.

"Yes… maybe the system is indeed malfunctioning. There's no other explanation on why Yggdrasil would pick him as a possible candidate considering what he did in the past. It just doesn't make any sense."

What? She's investigating me, why? I furrow my eyebrows in confusion at this revelation. Belldandy wasn't only here to help Komachi with her problems at school, she was here for me too. That begs the question, was she sent here for Komachi in order to grant her wish or was Komachi the excuse to monitor my movements?

I'm an anomaly, she said… so has heaven realized what happened to the previous Hachiman? That could be bad, it's one if one person knows, now an entire realm of gods and goddesses? I didn't think that just changing this world's Hachiman's personality would be important enough to garner the attention of divine beings if there wasn't something malicious behind it. I mean, there are clear differences with me and my previous self, so I guess it would make sense that this heavenly system would now categorize me as an acceptable candidate, whatever that means. And that also could explain why it didn't categorize me as such before my arrival.

"Yes… I shall notify you should anything happen…" She drops her shoulders for some reason, and I can't see her face, but whatever. "Take care."

She ends the call, putting back the auricular. She remains silent and looking at the ground for several seconds, lost in thought.

I slowly emerge from behind the wall, and lean against the other side of, in plain view should she turn around. I wasn't going to let this matter drop, I need to know why she was here for me.

She slowly begins to turn, her step halted as she lets out a gasp of surprise upon seeing me. I remain expressionless as she blinks in shock.

"H-Hachiman-san…" She stutters.

I never expected something like this from Belldandy as she was a kind-hearted person most of the time… actually, all the time.

"Why are you here?" I ask immediately, my tone indicating that I wasn't in the mood for games or excuses.

…

Appearances.

More often than not, they can be deceiving. Sometimes for the better, usually for the worse. I had let her benign demeanor fool me. That courteous and friendly aura she always exuded had actually tricked me and had made me unconsciously let my guard down, not to mention her exceptional beauty and the fact that she was a being that came from heaven.

How naive of me. Religions are among the most morally corrupt institutions to ever exist in human history. Why would actual divine beings be exceptions? Deus Ex taught me as much.

I hadn't realized until now that Belldandy may be the most dangerous being I'm dealing with, for she carried a power that was of divine nature, for she seemed one of the few that seemed to be logical enough to talk to, unlike the pink-haired alien. It was ironic, wasn't it? She's the second I misjudged in a major manner, but, whereas the pretty boy, Usui Takumi, was a pleasant surprise, Belldandy was a cold dose of reality.

I guess I should thank her, she reminded of a crucial thing that I had almost forgotten because of the lukewarm situation with my blonde companion. Reality wasn't always fair. Where I got the unusual good fortune in the form of gaining an ally, the angel proved to me I tended to be given misfortune more often in life.

She tried to pull the wool over my eyes, masking it with her claims to always be honest and the approachable conduct she held.

But I now knew the truth. Things weren't what they seemed.

And I'll be damned if I let her get away with it.

She will tell me what I want to know, one way or another.

I will learn the truth behind the intent of Belldandy, the Goddess that came from Heaven.

And no amount of 'kindness' from her will stop me from getting it.

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Chapter 04 End

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GTO The Host 04

A man with short blonde hair, wearing a blue shirt under a white suit, walked across an ambiguous classroom, hands inside his pants' pockets. He lazily observed the readers after yawning.

"Guess we're here again… this is getting repetitive," He mutters. "In any case, I am Onizuka Eikichi, 22-years-old, still single."

"Do you have to say that every time?"

Onizuka turns to his left, spotting the first character to introduce. It was a girl, with light long brown hair, matching eyes, tied into a braid using a hair tie. She also used a red headband, and sported a school uniform.

Onizuka stares at her blankly, noticing her striking assets. The girl notices it and steps back, covering her chest with a red face.

"P-pervert! I'm gonna call the police, molester!"

Onizuka raises his hands defensively, "Relax, relax, girl. Just introduce yourself already."

She glares at him stepping away before finally turning to the readers.

"Hello, I'm…"

"Takao was it?" Onizuka comments.

"Yes, but…" Takao growls, before noticing the teacher reading on his laptop.

"Alright, you're one of the main characters in the anime and Manga, D-Fragments, also known as D-Frag. You're the president of the… Real Game Creation Club?"

The brunette glares at him, "I could have said that…"

"Anyway, let's co-"

"Shameless!" The blond teacher turns around to see a black-haired girl that wore a school uniform from another school and pointing accusatory finger. Her uniform was familiar however.

"Who? Me?" Onizuka points a finger at himself.

"Who else!?" The girl with long black hair and dark brown eyes fumes, "Your behaviour as a teacher is unacceptable!"

The blond professor waves a hand dismissively in response, "Yeah, yeah, I know your type, just get over with your presentation already."

The girl glares daggers at him, "I will, but I'll keep an eye on you." She folds her arms before gazing at the readers, harshly, "I'm Kotegawa Yui, one of the female leads in the anime and manga To Love Ru. I'm here to prevent any sort of perverted behaviour!"

Onizuka rolls his eyes, Takao fidgeting. The teacher folds his arms, "Alright, alright, your kind always end up being the worst of the perverted types, so let's move on."

Kotegawa blinks and growls, "W-what did you say?"

As her complaints continued, an uniformed boy steps inside cautiously, and scratches his head, "Well…" The boy, who had dark violet eyes and brown hair, starts, glancing briefly at his cellphone before continuing, "I'm… I'm Amano Keita!" He bows respectfully to the readers, "I'm the protagonist of the light novel and anime Gamers!"

Kotegawa stops, and Onizuka puts a thoughtful hand on his chin, "Oh, so you're one of those harcore gamers with no life, huh?"

Amano Keita averts his gaze at the sudden attention. Before he could utter a single word, another voice echoed in the classroom from the door. Everyone turns towards a blond girl, with long hair and green eyes. Her attire was a school uniform, similar in design to Amano's. A black ribbon adorned her head.

"Hold on a minute!" The new presence bellows, "Why are you assuming that being a gamer entails having no social life?"

Onizuka shrugs his shoulders, "Isn't that common sense?"

Takao furrows her brows, "It isn't!" She says indignantly. "That's just ignorance speaking! Gamers have been slowly, but surely climbing to the top of society!"

The blond girl nods her head in agreement, "You're correct, Takao-san! Despìte that gamers focus more than often in gaming than social life, we're the most easily approachable kind of people! Isn't that right, Amano-kun?"

The boy in question scratches his head, "I'm not sure if I can agree with that…"

The two female videogame lovers blink as Onizuka plants his hand over a table, earning their attention. "Hey, kiddos, this segment is not for discussing about that! Just present yourself girl! We still have plenty of people to introduce."

"…Alright," The blonde bites her lip. "I'm Tendou Karen, deuteragonist of the 'Gamers!' series." Looking at the readers, she says, a bit worried.

"What's with teen girls these days, so into video games…?" Onizuka mutters, ignoring the harsh gazes for both Takao and Tendou. "Who's next?"

An incredibly attractive young man comes inside, female gasps erupting in the class. The blonde boy lazily stood in the middle, hands pocketed, his green eyes observing uncaringly at his surroundings, "Ehhhh….? What is this?"

"This is the presentation segment, kid…" And then Onizuka mutters, "Tch, it pisses me of how he hogs all the attention… Handsome bastard." Walking around class, he adds, "Go ahead, introduce yourself, kiddo."

The blonde slowly turns to him, smirking, "I'm a hardcore otaku who likes maids more than having three meals a day. And I only read books related to maids. Also, I only visit maid cafés. Of course, I also collect maid figurines. I play games which feature female maids and it turns me on so much. Then I'll wear the maid uniforms and jump in joy."

That immediately destroys whatever smitten thoughts were held by most of the female population.

Kotegawa glares at Usui, stepping forward to him, "You're shameless too! I won't tolerate that kind of behaviour, no matter if you're not from Sainan!"

Usui, looks at the younger girl in pure disinterest, "Is that so? Well, can't be helped. Although, you remind me of somebody…" His expression becomes silly, "Maybe you're a bad copy of Ayuzawa."

Kotegawa scowls, "Bad… copy…? Wait… are you trying to distract me? It won't work!"

Onizuka stands between the two, "In any case, just present yourself, pretty boy."

The boy once again looks uncaringly, "Heeehh… Sure, I guess. I'm Usui Takumi, the male protagonist in the anime and manga, Kaichou wa Maid-sama," He smirks. "I'm also the only love interest of Ayuzawa Misaki."

"T-that's not true!" A shout comes from outside the class, before a black-haired girl that wore a green uniform enters hurriedly. She was panting.

"Ah, Ayuzawa, you're here. I was just telling them about our relationsh-"

Ayuzawa Misaki cuts him off by covering his mouth, face red, "T-there's no relationship between us!"

"Meanie…" He pouts before smiling slyly, "Don't be like that."

"Me!? What about you!?" Ayuzawa growls, "Can't you at least behave during this segment!?"

He blonde leans to her, "Can't help it. My love for Misa-chan transcends the fourth wall~"

"S-stop saying weird stuff!" Ayuzawa sulks with a reddened face.

And as the two start to bicker, Kotegawa joins the fray, backing up Ayuzawa. However, Usui Takumi showed nothing but amusement at their lectures.

"So she's the main protagonist of Kaichou wa Maid-sama?" Tendou comments as she and Takao used Onizuka's laptop.

"Wait a minute! Now that I think about it, I never had a laptop!" The teacher comments in surprise, "And who the heck gave you permission to use it if it's mine! Whatever, next! This is getting too long!"

At his shout, a new girl enters the class, the readers going wild in excitement. This girl in particular had dark blue hair, eyes of the same color and wore a school sailor uniform. She waves a hand at the readers playfully.

"Hello! I'm Maizono Sayaka, I'm one of the characters of the game, Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc." She bows gracefully, "Nice to meet you all."

The readers roar in excitement, Onizuka and the other invited characters sweat dropping at the sudden shouts of enthusiasm.

"You're the idol everyone in school has been talking about, eh?" Onizuka comments while smirking, "I happen to know one I personally helped reach the top."

Maizono tilts her head curiously, "Oh, that's great! Who?"

"Haha!" Onizuka laughs, feeling proud of himself. "I'm talking about Toroko of course, haha… hahaha!"

Maizono exchange glances with the others while Onizuka's dumb laughter continues. The door is opened once more, a girl that wore a casual outfit, who had shoulder-length peach-colored hair, entering the class.

"Hello! How are we today?" She says cheerfully, "I just hope you're great!"

The readers nod their heads at her, and Onizuka is impressed. "Hoh, like the Idol, she sure knows how to handle things," She turns to him. "C'mon, introduce yourself."

"Hai hai!" She nods happily and winks at the readers, "Just call me Honoka! I'm a side character in the manga and anime, Kaichou Wa Maid-sama!" Suddenly, a dark aura surrounds her, her eyes becoming gelid dry. "Dear me, Misa-chan," Her tone is curt and cold. "Slacking off work are we?"

Ayuzawa averts her gaze nervously.

"N-no… The manager insisted I come by and introduce myself…" She stuttered out uneasily. Usui looked on in amusement.

"Manager is so easy on you… Hohoho…" The short-haired blonde laughed in a menacing manner, scaring everyone but a certain perverted alien.

"What the heck…?" Onizuka mutters as some hurried steps echo in the hallway just outside the class. "Oh, there's someone else coming?"

A short brown-haired girl enters hurriedly the class, before tripping and falling clumsily to the ground. Everyone looks at her while sweat-dropping. She stands to her feet, face flushed, realizing her embarrassing situation.

"I-Im sorry!" She covers her face with both hands.

Onizuka rests a hand over her head, "Hey, it's okay. There's nothing to be sorry about. Things happen," The brunette nods shyly. "Just go ahead and introduce yourself."

"Okay…" Everyone gives her looks of encouragement, allowing her to calm herself, "I'm A-Asahina Mikuru, one of the m-main characters o-of the light novels Haruhi Suzumiya, b-but I actually… I c-come from the manga Nagato Yuuki-chan no Shoushitsu (The Disappearance of Nagato Yuuki-chan), which is based in an alternate timeline featured in the fourth v-volume of the o-original lights novels."

Onizuka lets out an amused whistle, "Wow, your story sounds really complicated…" With a hand under his chin, the blonde teacher asks, "So basically, you're the 'Mikuru Asahina' from a spin-off of the original series?'"

Tendou looks at him in surprise, "Wow, I'm amazed you got it, sensei."

"Hey, I'm called Great Teacher Onizuka for a reason!" He shouts, before turning to the short brunette, "Is it like that then?"

Asahina nods uneasily, "Y-yes… we could say it's a spin-off…"

"Alright, that's good," Onizuka looks at the list, shooing both gamer girls away. Takao stuck out her tongue and Tendo only turned around, "We have one last character today… damn, it's been plenty today. Anyhow, c'mon, don't stand there, get inside."

At his words, a new girl with red eyes, and dark blue hair that reach her shoulders, entered the class. Every male looked in amazement at this girl held a warm presence of sort, charming every male that gazed at her (except for one), however, she didn't seem to notice it and only stood in the middle, and bowed respectfully.

"H-Hello..." She greeted shyly, "My name is Tsukamoto Yakumo… I'm… a major character in the series 'School Rumble'."

Silence follows, everyone is so impressed that no one can't help but stare at her in admiration. Even the invited characters were impressed.

Except…

"Hoh… What a pleasant atmosphere," A certain handsome blonde turns to the girl he usually teases, "If Ayuzawa held that too, I wouldn't be able to hold back~"

"Q-quit it you pervert!" The poor girl screeches with a completely red face.

"Right, right, stop it you two already!" Onizuka sighs, and blinks, noticing Tsukamoto looking sort of uncomfortable as she looks at the other males, readers included. "Something wrong?"

The girl looks down to the ground in embarrassment, "N-no… Nothing…"

Onizuka looks at her suspiciously, "Riiight…" He shrugs his shoulders, "In any case, that would be all for today's segment! I'm Onizuka Eikichi, 22-years-old, still single."

"Pfft. Ayuzawa never properly introduced herself in the story or here," The handsome boy chuckles.

"T-that's because I was working!" She stutters in embarrassment, "I can't tell anyone my name there!"

"That's because Ayuzawa only belongs to me~" Usui sing songs.

"!?" She promptly gets up and chases after the smug male out of the room, " Y-you! Just who is supposed to belong to you!?"

He merely laughs as he runs as everyone else sweat drops at their antics.

'Just date already…' Was a shared thought throughout the classroom.

Onizuka raises a hand, "Well, see you guys soon!"

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(Dark Spirit: NirvanaFrk97)

Welcome to the end of the chapter, congrats on finishing it. Quite the read, eh? 46k words for the main story give or take. This chapter came out with little to no trouble actually. No drunk main-author trolling around, no unforeseen disappearances, and no tests to distract me. So it went fine for the two of us for the most part. Though, now that I think about it, Itherael fell asleep pretty often whenever we worked together.

So I'm sure there are those of you who take issue with the 'Kimochi ii' and 'Kimoi' scene back at the restaurant, well the ones more versed in the Japanese language anyway. Kimochi ii = 気持ちいい. Kimoi = きもい. As I'm sure you've noticed, they don't look even remotely alike except for the last signs so that's why we had to wing it and have this be a freak accident on par of something that would happen to Kamijou Touma. So I hope that's okay for those who held concerns.

In any case I'm sure you're all exhausted with everything that happened this chapter, but I hope you liked it nonetheless, Itherael and I put plenty of work into it.

But don't relax just yet, as the chapter implied with the cameos (did you recognize any?), there are plenty more of crossovers to go. Our dear Itherael went all out with them, I don't even recognize most of the series he wants to include. I'm mostly the Hikigaya expert. Though I guess I can add School Rumble (partly), and Maid-Sama (my first manga/anime after DBZ, didn't know what shoujo was, shut up) to my repertoire.

Speaking of it, how'd you like how we handled Maid-Sama?

Again, you guys should know that we changed their story to better fit into LimS:

Now in canon, Usui and Ayuzawa's relationship was two steps away from becoming a proper one and his backstory was beginning to rear their heads so we did away with that and rewinded their story. For clarification for any of the manga readers, this is a week after Ayuzawa's birthday and she only just finished her StuCo election (when she asked Usui to keep away from her for the week). And his family won't start factoring in their romance until a little while later. But if you're curious our changes are the following: No birthday date (yet), no kiss during the summer festival (the final kiss in the anime), and Ayuzawa never got to visit Usui at his house/condo (which kept her from being curious about him, which slowed the progress of their relationship.).

Well, other than that, I can't really think of anything more to do except thank you all for reading on behalf of the two of us. Though it'd be nice to hear your thoughts in the reviews. Praise us for our good work (We both need our massive egos stroked!), or go ahead and leave constructive criticisms (To bring us back to reality.) Both of them are appreciated, to let us know you care, you knooooow?

Well, I've been NirvanaFrk97 and I bid you all farewell. See you guys around for the next chapter. And again, thanks for reading.

Later.

Frank - *Waves a hand in Goodbye.*