The school day after was just like any other day, filled with boring math equations and physics.

At least our Psychology class is covering socio-cultural dimensions nowadays. That stuff is super fascinating to learn about.

It was with this mindset that led me to the Service Club afterwards. Despite the tense animosity from Yuigahama and Yukinoshita from yesterday, the hate can only last so long. Today is going to be just another normal and quiet day in the service club.

It happened before; it always become normal the day after.

The status-quo will always be restored.

Opening the door, it seems like my theory was confirmed, with Yukinoshita reading a book in her respective chair, and Yuigahama late as usual. The usual three piping hot evening tea cups were even there, occupying the same place they have been for the last few months.

What is strange, was that she swiveled her head towards my direction and just stared.

It lasted a whole five seconds before I let out:

"Oi, is there something on my face?"

Yukinoshita answered.

"No."

She then went back to her book, as if nothing had happened.

…

What, that's it? You have to elaborate, woman. Ambiguous tension makes for a very bad atmosphere for reading, you know?

With some hesitation, I walked towards my usual spot across the table from her, before taking out my book and read, as usual.

And for a few minutes, I thought that equilibrium has been restored in the classroom.

Suddenly, my vision was blocked by the sight of a very familiar notebook, held delicately by a thin hand.

"Hikigaya-kun. You… forgot your journal here yesterday." Her voice was pensive, quiet, even.

Wait a minute, how did she even know that it's a… journal…

You motherfuc-

I quickly snatched the book away from her hand, looked up at her, and felt my face go through several expressions. Rage, then embarrassment, then resignation. I narrowed my eyes at her, and said sarcastically.

"Like what you saw?"

Yukinoshita looked at me neutrally and said nothing. She walked back to her seat, almost casually, before sitting down, reading her book once more.

Silence.

I snorted derisively.

At this point, I really do not care that she have read my journal. It was merely filled with my true thoughts on matters on everything related with the Service Club, with little mention of my personal life (though small things such as the origin of my fish-eye was in there…). If anything, I feel more embarrassed about some of the more… personal opinions of my fellow clubmates.

The stuff I wrote there are… not exactly wholesome.

Let's just say some of the things in there are very light novel-ish, with all the fanservice that it implies. Worse, I also drew some… sketches here and there. Not erotic, mind you! Just… my impressions of the acquaintances I've made since I joined the club; Yukinoshita, Yuigahama, Tosuka… you name it.

I looked at my journal, checking it for damage, before vowing to modify it with password lock. I stuffed it back into my bag, and pluck out my own book.

And soon, the clubroom was filled with unsaid words. It was so stifling, that I begin to think that talking about what she saw would be better than enduring this awkward silence.

(Un)Luckily, the wish was granted with Yukinoshita breaking the – heh – ice.

"You know, Hikigaya-kun. Your journal is filled with a disconcerting amount of description of Hiratsuka-sensei's breast. Should I be concerned?"

…

Heh.

Heh heh.

Did… did Yukinoshita just – no wait what the fuck did she just sa-

I let out a small "heh" before sighing. Let's just get this over with.

"If you want to say something, then say it." There, I did it. To be honest, I am a bit curious about what she had to say. The journal was not filled with my deepest, darkest secrets or anything. I might end up being verbally abused for the shits I've written about her, but I think that's about it, really.

"I agree. Let's talk, Hikigaya-kun." Yukinoshita said with a… whimsical(?!) tone.

She picked up her chair, and sat down in my area of the table.

Oi, that's too close! Don't you know the concept of personal space? The more points on the Loner scale a person have, the bigger the size of their personal space! That should be common knowledge by now!

"Help. I need an adult."

"Sure, just let me call Hiratsuka-sensei – "

You petty bitch, I thought you're already over it! One day is plenty of time to get over a grudge- oh wait this is Yukinoshita we're talking about, she holds grudges, but subtle as fuck. Alright, what are venues I can attack her from?

" -and we can all talk about this toget-"

"Actually, on second thought, I'm fine with our close proximity. It makes me very comfortable." Ah hah! Oh how the tables have turned!

She didn't even have the courtesy to look disgusted at me, and instead chuckled.

"Oh, we both know that. Alright, let's be real here." She schooled her expression into one of seriousness. Sensing the change in the atmosphere, I leaned back at my chair and asked.

"Okay, but before that, does Yuigahama know about this?" Please say no. I have some… postulations in my journal that would hurt her, and the last thing I want to see was a Yuigahama that is hurt.

I've learnt that much from the most recent ordeal.

She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Yes." That's it? "But let me make one thing clear."

She leaned towards my right ear.

"Don't. Hurt. Her. More than you have, anyway. Pick your words carefully, when she comes in a few minutes."

She leaned back to her chair.

Normally I would have been mildly aroused by such an action, but she said it in such a serious and scary manner, that any fantasy I could have had was crushed in an instant.

She's right, though.

"And besides, to fix you," wait, how did that topic get wedged in here? "Yuigahama needs to be mentally ready to meet you after seeing all your disgusting thoughts."

"Hey! They are not disgusting! Any other boys would've written straight up porn of you guys if they were in my shoe! I have merely… hypothesized the reasons behind her actions, and even then, there were paragraphs defending the null hypothesis!" Seriously! Assuming the section she's talking about is the part in the journal where I guessed that Yui have a crush on me, I literally linked in the "nice girl" speech right at the side to it's original page as a potential argument, and countless other counter-evidences I have to disprove such a (in hindsight) disgusting hypothesis. "And what do you mean by fix?"

She didn't even bother countering that, "Point is, she have very mixed feelings right now, and it is your job" she pushed my chest back with a finger, "to resolve that." She finishes, and added as an afterthought. "And do you remember back when you first joined the club, Hiratsuka-sensei's request?" What? Oh, right, her request to "fix" me.

"Seriously, you're still on that?" That's like… a year ago already. Time sure flies.

"Not until recently, no. Either way, Yuigahama is coming and – hey!"

She grabbed my wrist before I could leave the area. Ffffuuuu-

"I really don't want to deal with this, let me go Yukinoshita!"

"No, you need to deal with your problems instead of treating everything as normal!" She said that last word with a hiss. Gritting my teeth, I sat down and rubbed at where she squeezed my wrist. That hurt, holy shit.

Though what she said is true, to a certain extent. We kept ignoring the crux of the problem until the atmosphere reached a saturation point and made me left, hoping that everything would return to normal by today.

Status-quo is God, after all.

And in a normal situation, that would've happened, too. But then there is the extraneous variable that is my journal… which leads me to this very point.

"…Fine. Let's wait, then." I said with a calm voice. Yukinoshita nodded, and pulled her chair back to its original position.

Coincidentally, just a few seconds later, the door opened, revealing Yuigahama and… Hiratsuka-sensei?!

"So what's so interesting that I need to be here, Yuigahama?" Sensei spoke, looking around the room, eyes lingered briefly on Yukinoshita and I, before darting back to Yuigahama.

She grinned, and answered, looking at me right in the eyes.

"Oh, you'll see in a few minutes. Isn't that right, Hikki?"

…

Oh no.