Standing there right at the door of a club, made me realize that I screwed up big time. Let me just rewind it a bit.

I am a student in Soubu High, a High School in Chiba prefecture, Japan. And I had been scouted out, well more like weaseled out by my class teacher Miss Hiratsuka sensei for a 'preposterous' essay.

This just goes to show that any essay isn't really subjective. They say write whatever you think about a subject but if it doesn't correspond to their society views if it's given it back to be re-written . Well that's what happened normally, but call this some add on like the ones from fast food chains.

I am being forced to join a club without my willingful consent, almost as if Miss Hiratsuka is preparing me to deal with the same type of bullshit when I grow up.

Well growing up and maturity is something which was an aspect in my aforementioned essay even though the topic was about high school life. I felt like putting my insight on the fact that most High School students tend to be in their little happy world which in my opinion was a great contribution to a sappy essay.

Yes, I guess the topic was about my Highschool life. But rest assure no one wants to read a essay like-

'I wake up.. contemplate life.. go school.. eat lunch and snooze during Hiratsuka sensei's class'

I really don't want to get punched by her again for my last line in that hypothetical essay, well more like just a mere sentence of words.

But my last line was way much better describing the metaphorical destruction of the naive student's perception of the world and connections with others. But she probably must have taken literal sense after she glanced at the words 'I wish normies all blow up'.

I am just glad she isn't taking me to the school counselor who would later report it to my indifferent parents and have a chance of meeting a therapist.

"Oii Hikigaya" Sensei calls out for me as I trail her behind.

"Ye ye. What?"I roll my eyes tilting my head to the right avoiding her gaze.

Sensei snaps her fingers at me trying to gain attention but she was just too close. I could smell her fragrant perfume musking my nose. It was a pleasant one compared to the musk of young men after heavy exercise, their sweat in their armpits sounds like something straight from some classmate Ebina chan's yaoi fiction.

She dashes through a door as I merely followed her to see just one person sitting on a chair. His golden blonde ruffled through the air emitted by the strongly adjusted setting of the air conditions.

His blue eyes turned to us both at the door, he wasn't probably not expecting guests as his eyes slightly what irritated me was his neutral expression which changed to a pleasant smile. I just realized who this guy was.

Hayama Hayato, the most popular dude in Sobu high and my classmate unfortunately.

Fuck my life. Why is this guy here? Isn't this club supposed to be for people who are troubled or is my inference just wrong?

"He will be your new member." Hiratsuka sensei announces.

"Oii.." I knew this would be the case but dammit why with this guy, his cheeky smile reminds me of one of those fake politicians who just smile and be happy while his people are probably being genocided somewhere else.

"Is anything the problem here? HIKIGAYA KUN?" her voice made my spine shiver from its base. Enough to make even my ribs collapse.

eeps. Self note: Hiratsuka sensei is scary

"Ok ok.. I accepted. "I raised my hands high and pulled out a chair from the back making sure to sit as far as I can from Hayama.

Hiratsuka just sighed probably as a victory for at least making me settle down in this worn down excuse of a club/ detention. As she left the door I just pulled out a light novel to read, while Hayama was seemingly scrolling through his he is ignoring me unlike how he is in class, being interactive with one another.

I rest my eyes on the seems like the Heroine of the story is addressing whether she has feelings for the main character.

Increased heartbeat and blushing whenever she thinks of him, check.

Wants to be the main character and help him all the way, check.

And that's how a fictional romance plays out. What bullshit is this? It's so generic.

"Hikigaya kun." I turn my head in annoyance

"What do you want?" I scoff

"I just expected you to talk a bit more now that it's just the two of us here." he says with his shit eating grin

I mumble, take a hint Hayama I don't want to talk, even if I did want to what will we talk about?

Silence passed as Hayama seemed troubled, but I didn't bother.

"I had always noticed that you are lonely. Do you want to be friends?" and Hayama struck a nail, a nail which was responsible for holding this tent of my so-called highschool life.

"You have good eyes, Hayama." I sarcastically say and then respond. "Maybe we could have been friends if you were a cute girl."

"That's shitty of you." Hayama looked repulsed by my obvious gender bias. Maybe now he will avoid me.

"But. I never took you as someone who would be interested in girls." he continued annoyingly much to my dismay.

"Well aren't you also interested in such things?" I asked seamlessly

"What do you mean?"

"You are popular, even the prince of Sobu. you have girls fawning over you left and right. Junior, the same year as us and even the seniors. Or are you just acting to be oblivious, thinking to be some bigshot?" I muse my mouth to mock.

Hayama just remained quiet..as I silently went through my light novel again. That is until another student entered the club room_ Kakeru Tobe.

"Hikitani kun is here too? What gives?" Tobe comes close to my face examining my face. "Its the real Hikitani kun as well."

"Idiot! Of Course it's the real me, why would I send a decoy here?"

"Hikitani kun is so mean." Tobe cries out to Hayama.

"Annoying piece of shit." I mumble out.

"It's alright Tobe, Hikitani kun probably doesn't mean it." Hayama says as I roll my eyes at his intentional misnaming of me. Tobe might be an idiot but Hayama seems to be trying to provoke me or he is just a bigger idiot than Tobe and mispronounces my name on purpose just to fit in. Tchh.

I am not bothering myself to correct them as I coincidentally eavesdrop on their conversation. It was my words Tobe seemed to want Hayama to come to a new ice cream parlor with their friends.

I just happened to look at a window through a door and see a pair of eyes staring at us. Green emerald eyes with blonde hair, it was Yumiko Miura. She was stalking and peeping at Hayama as he talked to Tobe in front of him. Suddenly her eyes darted at me who caught her in the act, she had a disgusted expression.

That bitch. I gritted my teeth and looked away, the temptation to get up open the door and tell her to fuck off was really strong. I took a glance at the clock and it was nearly time to close down the place for the day.

Tobe and thankfully Miura also got the gist and went on their way. Leaving me and Hayama alone.

"Sorry about them." Hayama said it out of nowhere.

"Would have been suited to hear an apology from their own mouths." especially Miura san she was almost as scary as Hiratsuka sensei.

"Well then it's time I caught up with them outside." Hayam got up near the door.

"Can you stop it?"

"What do you mean, Hikigaya kun?" he tilted his head in confusion.

"Exactly that. You better use my actual name and knock some sense into Tobe and the others."

"Ok then, Hikigaya Hachiman." he used my full name.

"Thank you, Hayama Hayato."

"You know the fact that you easily say what's in your mind, it's something I like about you." Hayama out of nowhere says.

"You mean to admire me. You need to rephrase your words or some girl will misunderstand." well it's not only girls, guys too. A prime example being me, the idiot in middle school who thought a girl being nice to me was equivalent to her liking me. Never again will I indulge in this trap.

Hayama's eyes widened but slowly he hung his head low and started to laugh softly. We were outside the clubroom.

"I presume that you can give the room key to sensei?" Hayama asks.

"I will gladly take the opportunity to not be seen together, leave the school building and not see you for another second." I grabbed the key and went the other way, as I felt Hayama's eyes slowly turn away and his footsteps dissipate in the direction of the exit.

Today has been a weird day, I thought after returning the keys. It was not only the club, the class too. We had a class on sexuality and society and its impact on Japan. That Fujoshi from class_Ebina Hina was just hyperactive. But I would be lying if I said that I started questioning my sexuality during the class.

Is there a chance that I might be gay?

My yaoi romantic comedy is fucked up as expected.

I couldn't help but laugh at my own title. I stopped laughing when I noticed a Sobu high student wearing the sports track uniform. Her short silver hair flowing through the winds as her blue eyes glistens with the sunset. My heart started pounding as her smooth skin and her luscious lips were shiny. She lacked her curves as there wasn't any chest on her but I thought she was my type. But I couldn't help but remember her from somewhere before, yet I am still grateful for her presence being able to answer my question.

I am probably still straight.


AN: poor 8man didn't know it was Totsuka.