Quotes are to be considered and known as a saying, mainly pointing about a certain aspect and spreads the message albeit positive or negative about said aspect.

As many would know, inventing quotes has its very own necessity to achieve the goal of reaching people's hearts. Be it the use of various vocabulary or the rhythmic style of writing, there are plenty of aspects that need to be taken into consideration in making your own epigram.

What I'm trying to convey is that making a quote is not at all an easy task. It takes a brilliant mind and a poetic self for such sayings to reach the hearts of many. It is rarely occasional for me to find those that I would truly call quotes.

Even so, there are those quotes that can be found in those pile of disagreeable ones. Let me acquire an example...

To work is to lose.

Rather often than not, this are one of those not actually many quotes that I would put into consideration in initiating my daily actions and decisions. Not only the simple sentence and the repetition of words that qualifies it as a quote, but the message it sends that took my attention.

This quote is spreading the idea of having an ideology that working can bring nothing to you other than loss. Being the realistic person that I truly am, I couldn't agree more to this.

Through my sheer experiences in my miserable, scornful high school life, never have I felt it was beneficial tome in having myself work my butt off for the sake of others. Thus, learning from those aforementioned experiences, I tried my level best to delve myself into the small possibilities that I could find to have myself doing less work. Hence, knowing of my lazy behavior, my efforts would always come to none because of a certain single teacher who certainly gets her way with the act of cracking her knuckles.

That's blackmailing. She's blackmailing. Does the school not know about this? What do they even put their surveillance on?

Okay what I'm trying to emphasize is that I truly hate working. Why would I do something that expects me to do it with vigor, when the benefit of doing it doesn't even fall to me? That is one sick alternative pathway toward parasitism.

To work is to lose.

That's why...

"No."

"You can't, Hikki!" Yuigahama exclaimed, as she wasn't expecting my answer.

"Again, no." Sternly, I mouthed with a commanding tone. Hopeless, Yuigahama dropped her arms as she sighed in exasperation.

"This is not something you could just say 'no' to, Hikki."

"Why not?" I raised my eyebrows indicating that she should justify her statement. I can't see why i couldn't say 'no' to this. I could simply skip it out and go to the clubroom enjoying my leisure time there, and inform my homeroom teacher that i got to go back home early due to family issues as an excuse.

Heh. 'Family issues' have always been the no. 1 excuse for students - or at a certain measure, workers - to skip their classes or job. Teachers would just shrug it off because prying on personal matters would considered to be disrupting their common courtesy.

And as we all know, common courtesies are meant to be follo-

"Because Hiratsuka-sensei is our homeroom teacher."

...

Welp. There goes plan A. There's no use giving an excuse to a devious teacher who gives zero to no consideration toward the well-being of her students when distributing her death-inducing punches. I could already feel my stomach cowering in fear at the mention of her name. Why'd you gotta do that to me stomach, Yuigahama?

On to plan B. Fooling the fool

I continued. "You might've seen wrong. You know you and your lack of eyesight." I claimed calmly as to avoid my stratagem from failing. But knowing Yuigahama, she might not be that much of a formidable enemy.

"There's nothing wrong with me and my eyesight." She pouted. "Moouu.. if you don't believe me then see it for yourself." She phrased as she pointed her finger toward the chalkboard located at the front of the class.

Tch. Even though she's not formidable, she could be threatening when she's bringing in her secondary weapon for assistance. And as for secondary weapon, I mean evidence. And as for evidence, I mean something that is going to force me to do something i loathe extremely.

In conjunction to my latest monologue, yes. It is work.

I prayed. I literally prayed that any existent God to bestow his power and instantly drop the board or make it disappear or anything that would get it out of my range of vision. That and hope that some sophisticated student will go out of her way to wipe the remnants of the chalkboard.

The thing is, I knew full well what was written on that chalkboard. That's why the whole praying and hoping thing was to be done. So that my gaze when I jerk my head to the front of the class won't drop at the aforementioned writing.

But, thanks to my pile of bad luck, there it was, the Japanese letters adorned on the chalkboard in all its glory.

Cleaning duty

Yuigahama Yui

Hikigaya Hachiman

Damn.

"...I can't see clearly?" I said while dropping my gaze back to her.

"Then just walk to the board and look at it. And why did you phrase it as a question?" Phrase?!

"No. Too tiring. As tiring as cleaning duty." I have my head rested back on my folded arms.

"It's not like you do this everyday, Hikki." She pleaded, lowering her head to get a better look at me.

Although she's right about that... I don't wanna do it. It would mean that I would be falling to the typical habits of society. Not too mention the fatigue from the tennis match still inhabits my body. Cleaning the class ain't gonna help cure that.

But... I don't think I have to do this. Let's just say that I would have myself reluctantly participate in this event of wasting energy, it wouldn't be called wasteful if I was not to do anything. Just agree to this girl's annoying pleads and sit here and have the girl do the unnecessary work. That works right?

Yeah? Yeah!

I said , still not dropping my gaze at this vexatious being. "Fine, fine. I'll do i-"

"You're not planning to have Yui do all the work..." Both me and Yuigahama turned our heads reflexively toward the source of the foreign voice.

While Yuigahama have confusion expressed on her face, I have nothing on mine except fear.

"... right, Hikio?" Sternly, her gaze unfortunately drop at my weakly and unlucky being. Her stare was so sharp that it felt like she could engage in a war utilized with nothing but her death-inducing stare. How she got behind us so suddenly is beyond my knowledge. Beside studying she must've learned to develop her own Stealth Miura.

Reflexively, I changed the course of my vision, hoping that it would somehow prevent deception toward this bimbo from being known.

And as if from impulse, my vision aimed at the being adorned with her red spectacles and short gray hair. There she sat politely on her seat with her eyes already staring at mine as I turned to her face.

And as if on cue, she curved her lips into a smile as her gaze still digging into mine. Albeit slowly as if her motion was to be put into slow motion.

As her smile reached its peak, I reminisce the moment I last saw that kind of smile that formed on her face...

"Sorry for being late."

"Again."

"Y-yeah again."

"My goodness. What we you even up to that made you lost your track of time?"

"S-sorry." Sheesh. It was like what, five minutes?

"Did you decided to drop somewhere first with Orimoto-san before coming here?"

"No, I didn-"

"Where did you guys go? Ice cream? Lemon bread? Yakisoba?"

"N-no. It's just Orimoto somehow forgot to have her breakfast so she ended up eating on our table. So being the noisy girl she is we finished it late."

"I see." What's with that doubtful face?

"Besides, why do you even care?"

"I-i don't see anything wrong with that." And now you're embarrassed? Why's that?

"Sorry. That was rude of me."

"Huh?"

"I mean of course you would care. You're the one who had to wait for me to get here. So I suggest you come a little bit late than usual. Then you might not have to wait for me because I might already be here. I don't mind waiting for a lit-"

"..."

"... Why are you smiling... like that?"

"What do you mean, Hikitani-kun?"

"N-nothing. so as I was saying, I don't mind waiting for a lit- OOOOWW..."

WWWWWW! The pain that was given that day still lingers on my intensely tugged stand of hair as I came to meet that smile again. Looks like Miura and Ebina came to a silent alliance. I guess sometimes friends cover each other's backs, huh?

N-No stand strong, Hachiman. Don't let their intense stares falter your confidence. Faltering would mean to succumb to society's norm.

Once again, I looked back at Miura...

"W-Why would I do something like that?" Great. Combining my startled voice and the clumsy stutter, I can't see how the perceptive Miura wouldn't catch my act.

After quite a silence as she was analyzing my statement...

"I'll trust you on your word then..." She continued.

"You wouldn't want two pinches on your poor stomach right, Hikio? You already owe me one." She spoke while juggling the small purse with her right hand, the other on her waist.

My stomach grumbled in response, not because of lack of food intake, but the lack of pain that it's going to receive.

Stay strong, my stomach! Don't succumb to the threats of a mere high school girl!

"O-" As I was about to strengthen my deception towards this overpowered blonde, I somehow abruptly stopped.

Of all the 108 skills that I possess, one of them have suddenly triggered. And that is, the ability to sense the stare of another presence.

Yes. My Hachi senses are tingling.

Amidst the doubtful and curious stares of my classmates, there was one that doesn't have doubt and curiosity written on hers. Well, of course they would be staring. A random and unknown guy have two girls that are undoubtedly one of the most beautiful girls in the school make their way to his desk. I expect these people to see this as a norm already. It's not like the first time I'm talking to them publicly. And why are you guys not get out of here yet?!

I turned my head to see the gaze that triggered my senses.

And being the unfortunate being that I am, my gaze met hers. Her ponytail hair sways with the wind, making her appearance equivalent to that of a heroine in an action movie.

With the blazer not buttoned, and her palm that rested on her shoulder while grabbing the strap of her bag with her fingers, she totally looks like a bona fide gangster. And it's not just her appearance that is playing it's part, no.

While others wore doubt and curiosity in their stares, she has nothing on hers except fiery anger.

I stared at her scary being as I could feel my eyes melt if I was to stare any longer. Seriously though, that is scary. That's scary, Kawasaki!

...There's no way I can get out of this, huh?

With a sigh, I have my feet straighten up reluctantly to further verify my statement. Being as if she was conciliated, she motioned to the side giving me way to go to the back of the class where the brooms are located. With that, I dragged my feet, unraveling to the destination accompanied with four pair of eyes that I could sense staring at my very being. While one of them looks at me with guilt and pity, the others are still watching with caution and doubt.

As I realized there aren't many students still abide the classroom, I could barely hear the audible conversation behind me.

"Do you want me to say for awhile, Yui?"

"Eh? Why, Yumiko?"

"He's your partner for the cleaning duty, right? Who knows what he would do when there's no one around with you." Oi.

"O-Oh. It's fine, Yumiko. I don't think Hikki does those kind of things anymore." ...And what do you imply by 'anymore'?

"I-I see." I slowly took hold one of the brooms that were hanged while taking a look at this torture room.

I watched as the slowly walking blonde entered my field of vision. She seems to be, you know, slow as she walks back to her seat to pick up her bag while being visibly hesitant.

After picking up her bag, she walks back to Yuigahama with Ebina on tow.

"Are you sure you're fine? I-i don't mind staying for a bit, you know?"

Wow... you really suspect me that much?

"It's totally fine, Yumiko. Now go if you don't wanna be late! Hayato-kun invited you guys for a karaoke today, right?"

"Y-Yeah." Riajuus. Stupid people who waste their energy to do stupid things.

As I was in thought, The Girl Who Threatened makes her way toward my direction with her drills swaying about on her hair.

Soon enough, she was in front of me with a distance that I'm not at all comfortable with. The scent of sunflower on her came back to my smelling senses.

With a finger pointing at my face...

"You better not do anything funny, Hikio." She warned as she brought her finger nearer. So close that I had to back a step away.

"W-what do you take me for?"

"A pervert." Didn't you say 'stalker' before?!

I instinctively close my eyes as her pointy finger came close to my face. Haven't you torture me enough for a day, wom-

Ow.

I rubbed my forehead as I realized it was flicked by her finger. Simultaneously, I opened my eyes.

And came to meet her smile again.

She walked to the door of the classroom with a 'Hmmph.' without Ebina on tow.

"See you tomorrow, Hikio." She waved her hand as she looked behind to see my face. Thus with that, I reflexively brought my hand up slightly in response.

Soon after, I looked at the bespectacled being currently in front of me.

"As what Yumiko said." You think after that threat from Miura, and that smile from you, and that glare from... that pony-tailed girl, I would still have the guts to actually do anything other than what you want me to do.

"Yeah, yeah." I said while jerking my head to the side in annoyance.

Seconds after, I felt a strand of my hair being touched by small, delicate fingers.

And seconds after, I felt it being pulled.

"Oww!" Seriously?! What did I do now to deserve this? She accurately pulled the one she did before too!

I looked back to her with a palm on my head, demanding an explanation.

Instead, I was given a sincere, happy smile.

And no explanation needed whatsoever.

"See you tomorrow, Hikitani-kun." She phrased as she also make her way to the door of the classroom.

I sighed in mild exasperation. Well, look at the bright side, Hachiman. At least you don't have to receive another threat treatment now that Suzuki's already go-

*Ring**Ring*

Startled, I was as I felt a sudden vibration on my pocket. With that, I grabbed my phone and stared confusedly at the sudden notification of an incoming message.

Is it Komachi? Is she having her usual slumber party with her friends and she's trying to inform me she's not coming home tonight?

Soon enough, I saw that I was wrong.

Sender : Black lace

Do your job. Or I'll choke you to the next century.

...

Then I guess there's no bright side for you, Hachiman. Just willingly accede to your miserable loss.

"A-are you alright, Hikki?" She asked with concern. Oh yeah, I forgot you were here. The catalyst of my misery.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Might as well shrug it off for today and get this thing done with. As what the girl said, it's not something I had to do everyday. And the sooner the better.

While my eyes were still on the screen of my phone, she continued...

"Are you sure? You don't have to do it if you feel under the feather, you know?" As the words came out her mouth, I mildly see her presence nearing me, as her footsteps became audible to the ear.

With the intent to correct her mistake, I look away from my phone...

"You got your idiom wrong, Yuigahama. it's 'weather', not 'fe-" Abruptly, I stopped.

As the words were choked in my mouth, I felt her hand slowly cups my forehead with her feet slightly tiptoed. Her warm, soft hand gracefully touching my skin.

I did nothing. Nothing that i could except stare at her concerned eyes.

"What was that, Hikki?" She phrased, her hand not moving from its position.

"W-What do you mean?"

"You were saying something just now? Or at least i think you did."

"Oh, t-that. You got the idiom wrong. It's 'weather', not 'feather'."

"O-Oh. Did I say 'feather'? Pretty sure I said 'weather' though." Of course you did. Seeing her covering her mistake made me feel slightly calmer. And a slight sense of deja vu.

"No. I'm pretty sure you didn't."

"It might be a typo." What does that supposed to mean?

"What does that supposed to mean?"

"Aah, you know. The word 'f' and 'w' is pretty close to each other."

"I don't think it's possible. He takes typos a lot into consideration now." I hope so.

"Oh, I guess that's right." And her hand is still up there. Seriously, don't you feel tired, Yuigahama? You're on your tiptoes too.

"Then do you admit your loss?"

"Mouu~ whatever, Hikki."

After the exchange of words, she slowly brought her hand to her side, her feet flat on the floor.

"I guess you're not sick, Hikki." She said with a somewhat teasing tone.

"Didn't say anything about being sick." With a grunt, I dragged my feet to the end of the classroom, getting ready for this exhausting chore.

"Then you're not going to have trouble helping me out, right?"

"I guess not."

"Thanks Hikki!" Don't sound too adorable, woman. You're annoying me.

"I already texted Yukinon that we're coming in late."

"Ohh." I don't see the benefit of telling me that but might as well leave it at that. I turned to Yuigahama as she stood in front of the table in front of the class. I guess she's arranging the tables, huh? Probably for the best, though. She might ending up goofing off if she was to be given the duty of sweeping the floor. I could already imagine her fantasizing herself with this poor broom and go 'Wooo! Hogwarts here i come!'.

"If you want this to end quickly then you should do it quickly, Hikki." After hanging her blazer on the nearest chair, she pulled her sleeve up to her elbow as her slender arms became visible to the eye.

"The sooner the better, I guess." Might as well follow suit. Don't want my coat to get dirty. And I sure don't want to wash this thing if it is.

The sound of creaks and cranks became audible as she started with her chore. The sound of grunts and sighs became audible as I start mine.

"Humm! let's do this!"

And what did I say about being too adorable, Yuigahama?

With an exhausted sigh, I placed the broom back to its rightful location dragging my feet along the way. Can't believe I did that till the end though. I was half expecting myself to laze around and give up halfway.

Taking a look around at the floor of the classroom, I guess I did a pretty decent job. Should take a picture of this and show it to Komachi to prove I'm still of a user to humanity. Though, you know, she might would hardly believe the picture.

After seconds roaming with my vision, it dropped at the pink-haired girl, who's currently doing her finishing touches at the edge of the classroom.

"You're done, Hikki? Let me finish up dusting the board, okay?" Oh yeah. Wouldn't want to forget that.

"Sure, sure. Take your time." I answered monotonously as i walk back to my seat.

Now that I finished that exhausting chore, might as well get some rest to get rid of that fatigue. Seriously, it felt tiring all the more than that tennis match. I guess reluctance takes a big chunk of stamina in the human body, huh?

Where was I? Oh right, resting.

I have myself seated limply on the wooden chair, taking out my earphones out of the bag while doing so. This is probably the best way to recess my mind and body.

Because what soothes the minds better than music? That, I still don't perceive.

Her footsteps became audible as she advance toward the front of the classroom while humming a cheerful tune. While waiting for her to finish the ordeal, I brought the earphones to my ear hoping to listen to some soothing music for a minute.

With my light novel in hand, I turned to the last page I read and continue where I left off.

This piece of literature was a pretty good read. It stars a high school boy who started publishing his own story - mainly, fiction - and stopped updating it for a month because of a curse specially known as writer's block. Right now I'm at the part where he's trying to think of excuses for the terrible delay.

Yeah, poor kid.

As I was indulging the contents of the book, I could hear a distinct sound from somewhere but it became faint due to me blocking my ears with this electronic device. After a while, I decided to ignore it.

The wind wistfully make its way into the disclosed windows, accompanied by its ghostly sound.

Turning the other page, I felt my left ear graced with soft, tender fingers. It was so sudden that I slightly turned my head away.

And as to that, the earlier adorned on my left ear earpiece was taken off as I see it grasped by this being currently beside me.

"You were playing it to loud, Hikki. You didn't even hear I was calling you." With a pout on her face, she spoke.

"S-sorry." I glanced behind her as i saw a chair beside mine. So that was the clanking was about.

Eventually, she took off the pout and have herself seated at the chair that she might have moved beside me, albeit too close to me for comfort.

"What were you even listening to, Hikki?" She asked as she pushed the earpiece to her right ear. As my earphone was not that long, Yuigahama scooted nearer to me. Impulsively, I interchange my just now at the right earpiece to the left hoping it would increase the distance. Even though after doing so, she didn't move from her current position.

O-Oi are your carelessness rubbing off on you again?

"B-Be careful with that."

"Wow, I didn't know you were into orchestra music, Hikki." Don't just ignore what i say, woman.

"I guess."

"So you don't listen to music with people singing in it?"

"What, you mean vocals?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Not so much. Don't find it calming."

She didn't answer to that. Instead, she continued hearing it while swaying herself left and right. I know this because her shoulder would touch mine as she sways herself toward my direction. Looks like her carelessness is as incurable at AIDS, huh?

Everything went silent after that as the both of us listen to the soothing tune. The wind blows as I find it harder to ignore the contact of her small, elegant shoulder. And because she wasn't donning her blazer, it makes me all the more harder to ignore the lack of coverage on her skin. Honestly though, you really need to nerf that carelessness ability of yours, Yuigahama.

But a while after...

...

...she sang.

She sings. With a voice that I could only imagine an angel would only possess. Though her only spoken lyric is 'la', 'la' and 'la', the perfection of her following the rhythm of the music made it beautiful beyond compare.

...Does she always sound like this?

Our shoulders grazed as Yuigahama continue her lullaby while closing her eyes, emphasizing her eyelashes. And unfortunately soon after, the music came to an end. And so did Yuigahama's song.

And simultaneously, I acknowledged something that is able to sooth the mind better than music.

Being that the orchestra music was the last song on my playlist, now was truly the situation where it is silent. Though i can never feel it as awkward. The girl beside me also stopped swaying, though now our shoulders are in contact.

We stayed like that for awhile, until Yuigahama pulled the earpiece from her ear with a soft sigh.

Staring into my eyes, she spoke...

"Thanks, Hikki." Her lips curved into a smile. I felt as her breath touch my skin indicating how close her face is to mine.

I found it hard to respond as my words were choked in my throat. Past Hachiman would've never imagined being with a girl in such close proximity. And if he did, he might've made a bigger mistake than he already did. If there's one thing that I learned about life, is that it plays tricks on you.

So get yourself together, bro.

"You're welcome."

As soon as the words were spoken, a loud thud from the front of the classroom was heard. So loud that I thought it was Hiratsuka-sensei's mom coming for a visit. The both of us gawked at the sudden noise and the cause of the large amplitude.

And there she is, standing in all her glory, gracing us with heyr presence.

Well, I can't really say she is standing, because she was limply grabbing the handle of the door as if lying her whole weight to it. And I can't really say she if of any glory because she was panting as if she was running to come here.

Were you having your evening jog and decided to drop here?

"Yu-Yukinon! What's wrong?!" Yuigahama frantically runs toward her direction. Reflexively, I stood up to see the situation. I watched as Yuigahama brought her hands to her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" I asked the raven girl as I reached the destination.

"I-I'm fine. No need to worry." Yukinoshita brought her palm up to further emphasize her point.

"Are you sure? You're panting really bad though?" Yuigahama asked with full concern.

"W-well, the weather was quite humid today. S-so i had a slight trouble walking here from the clubroom." ...So humid until you look like you just ran a 300M sprint?

"Shouldn't have troubled yourself then." I spoke while walking back to my seat to grab the remnants on the table.

"Well, a part of me was concerned of Yuigahama-san's well-being. As in her chastity." You juuust have to put an insult in, huh?

Trying not to be too bothered by it, I grabbed my bag and walk back to the door.

"You should be honored, Hikigaya-kun. The club's president personally welcoming her associates to the clubroom. It is an honor that does not come twice." She continued her smug declaration.

"Nope. Too tired to be honored. But energetic enough to be annoyed."

"You didn't even have to do that much, Hikki." Yuigahama said as she dons her blazer with her bag in hand.

"That is to be expected, Yuigahama-san. Such mere tasks could be seen to be difficult for this human-like sloth." Wasn't it the other way around?

With the intention to correct her words, I phrased...

"Oi. Use your sentences right."

"Which of my aforementioned sentences that needs of correction, Hithinksthathesbetterthanmeinjapanese-kun?"

"You said human-like sloth."

"...And? What is false in those words?" Oi.

"Wasn't it supposed to be sloth-like human?"

"No."

"I was making a statement."

"Then do not phrase it as a question."

"Alright, then. It was supposed to be sloth-like human."

"No."

I can't win, can I?

"Mouu~ whatever guys let's just go!" Yuigahama exclaimed as she pushed us out of the classroom.

The classroom door closes as we make our way to the next room in the school.

It started with idle chatter between the two girls, though I felt slightly uncomfortable because I was walking between their conversation. which means I am currently between them, which is a truly rare ordeal. Though the position differed, they were still talking and chattering as if it were still the same.

"You really have to help me study, Yukinon! Mama's already being angry about it. Especially when she knew that Yumiko scored well on our trials." Yuigahama spoke accompanied with a cry.

"That is something that can never be achieved except with determination and strong will, Yuigahama-san. Judging from her results, Miura-san has those corresponding traits. You need only to work on yours." Yukinoshita lectured.

"I guess so, huh?" She replied with her head hung down.

There was a brief silence after the exchange. Soon after, she continued...

"We should do a study group this weekend!" With her usual energetic self.

I was mildly surprised that holding a study group isn't something of a norm to them right now. This should've something they would do every weekend.

"What do you say, Hikki?" Why are you asking me? Isn't it Yukinoshita you're supposed to be asking?

"Well I guess that's a way for you to study. I can't imagine you even touching the cover of a book without someone who's known for her ability to insult people beside you." Might as well answer the question.

"And what is the meaning behind those words, Hikipervert-kun?" Shut up.

Yuigahama had a face of confusion at first till it changed to an expression indicating realization.

"I was asking if you are okay with it, Hikki. I said study group remember." She phrased with a slight giggle.

"What? I have to be there?" It probably took a while for me to realize but my precious time in the weekends have been constantly confiscated nowadays.

"Of course, Hikki! You could, you know, help me out writing an essay."

"That's something Yukinoshita can help you with. Besides, I'm too lazy to study outside."

"If I would recall, wasn't it you the fungus who gave a lecture about the importance of education to Miura-san the other day?" Yukinoshita lets herself have a word.

"Emphasize on the word 'outside'."

"Emphasize on the word 'fungus'." You waste of sugar, spice and everything nice.

"How is it, Yukinon! Are you free this Saturday?" Yuigahama questioned the girl on the left.

"According to my schedule, I would not have anything important to be done this weekend. Hence, I don't see a reason to decline." Yukinoshita answered while putting back her small notebook back to her pocket.

I sighed in exasperation. From the looks of it, there's no way for me to decline this. If I was to give a deceitful reasoning they might would've go and ask for further information from their spy a.k.a Komachi.

It was silent as I look up after seconds staring at the floor, only to greeted with two pair of eyes that was already looking at my very being.

"So, what do you say, Hikki?" Might as well go along with it.

"Well, I guess I could be there." I spoke staring at her pleading face. Seriously though, what do you need me for if you wanted to spend your precious time with your precious Yukinon? I knew for a fact that you guys hang out every weekend. More so, you even slept at her apartment.

"You don't have any plans that day?"

...Was that an indirect insult? Did Yukinoshita also gave you private lessons on how to provoke my lack of social activities.

"Do I need to answer to that?" I responded annoyingly with a frown, looking to the front where our feet are currently walking to.

She looked dumbfounded at first, but then she giggled...

"I don't think you're the kind of person who doesn't have any plans at all in weekends anymore, Hikki." Her smile gradually fades as I could only see a slight of it. I'm having a hard time agreeing to her words.

"Agreed." I turned ambiguously to the person who spoke the word. Wait? You agreed to something that Yuigahama said. Now this is really getting weird.

"What does that supposed to mean?" I don't see how their view toward my weekend life has changed. Uneventful, is the description that I would use in describing my activities in the weekend.

"Well, who knows, you might've some plans with someone else that day." She said.

"Again." Yukinoshita continued. Do I look like someone who have activities to do with other homo sapiens?

"Someone?" Seriously though. Who?

"Kaori-chan. The bike ride to the park." ...I guess that's one.

"Ebina-san. The trip to the comic centre." ... Two.

"Yumiko. The study session at the community centre." How did you know this?

"Isshiki-san. The utility shopping at the mall." And how the heck did you know this?!

"Saki. The childcare at the nursery." ...I just don't care anymore. And who the hell is Saki?

"Onee-san... even I am unbeknownst to what activities she's been doing with you." You knew that that demon often take my precious alone time, but unbeknownst to what kind of torture she's been giving to me?

"Oh. And Meguri-senpai. She's been visiting you when she has her free time too, right?" You mean when she's bored and have nothing else to do? I'm pretty sure I was her last resort.

Soon after, the pink-haired girl continued...

"It's like you're not spending your time with us anymore, Hikki."

...What does that supposed to mean? And why are you nodding to her statement, Yukinoshita?

I guess that's Yuigahama's way of expressing friendliness, huh? This is not the first time she did or say something in conjunction to this. Accepting and shrugging off her clumsiness would definitely be the best move.

After seconds, I hear a distinct gasp from Yuigahama as she closed her mouth with her hands at a speed of light, a tinge of pink adorned on her cheeks. I capture the same color on Yukinoshita's too as she looks instantly to the side.

Yeah, yeah I get it. You said something you didn't actually mean. Just feel lucky that it's me you were talking too. And prevent from doing it again. Who knows how many guys would have misunderstood if you would communicate with them like that. You even unnecessarily blush, too.

"I'm pretty sure I'm not living that much of a busy life. Besides, it's not like they do it every weekend." With confidence, I spoke.

My statement was greeted by audible sighs on my both sides.

"So you can come this Saturday, Hikki?" Again, Yuigahama asked.

"Sure." I answered the question monotonously.

We continued advancing to the sacred clubroom with now or mouths closed. The hallway became close to being majestic as it is decorated with the rays of evening sunlight.

Looking at the hallway, I hear a giggle from my right. Dropping my gaze at her, she spoke...

"Who knows, Hikki. Iroha-chan might suddenly come out of nowhere and take you to the student council room."

Hah. That is probably one of the most impossible things to occur. After adapting with that sly fox for quite some time, I am now acknowledged to a majority of her instincts. And one of them being is that she wouldn't do something that would trouble herself. Having to call me when I'm not yet at the clubroom would give her an unnecessary one. So yeah, it'll not happen. The moment when Isshiki suddenly come out of nowhere is the moment when Yukinoshita accidentally trips while walking.

"Hikigaya-kun. Judging from your facial expressions, I would conclude that you're utilizing my being as a source of your imagination. Therefore, please refrain from having me as an element in your perverted mi-"

"Yukinon!"

"Senpaaii~!"

Conversation with Yuigahama

02:30 PM

Yuigahama : hikki! mama told me to buy sum food so i need to leve early

Me : Thank you for the information, I guess.

Yuigahama : dont forget to go to the clubroom if you still have time, ok

Me : Yeah, yeah. You're not bringing Yukinoshita with you?

Yuigahama : nope, hikki

Me : You sure about that? You know you and your lack of knowledge toward... plenty of things.

Yuigahama : wat does that mean, hikki?! im not that bad at grosery shoping you know

Me : Your grocery shopping skills is at the same level of your skills at spelling.

Yuigahama : then its not that bad riht

Me : ...You remember our last grocery shopping?

Yuigahama : yeah

Me : I asked you to take a bottle of sweet ketchup and you came back with a frickin' wine.

Yuigahama : that was a small mistake, hikki. it was hard to tell the diferense

Me : Whatever.

Yuigahama : ok, hikki. ill be going. wish me luck!

Me : Yeah, yeah. Go break a leg .

Yuigahama : why wud i do that hikki? thats mean!

Me : Just go!

SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

is something that I would first say. I couldn't really explain and point out the reasons on why this took like a month to make. So, I'm just gonna cram out the excuses I can make into words and just type it here. You guys might've even forgotten this story ever existed XD. Again sorryy!

Yuigahama to mainstream. Uncreative. Unimaginative. Trials. Lack of vocabulary. Writer's block. School. Schoolwork. Home. Homework. Koro-sensei. Parent meetings (yeah, you know where that goes right). Time. This damn phone.

I guess that's it.

And again, thank you for giving your spare time to actually read this thing. As always, I hope you would also give a little bit of your time to give a review on how this story is written. I couldn't care less if it's good or bad, I just would really love it to be there.

As always, so long and hope we meet again in chapter 6.