This chapter is not yet completed! This is a preview of my work so far and at this current stage I can say I am 30% done! Hope that this can hold you over for the time being until at the latest the Friday of next week. Thank you very much for the support, I hope you enjoy what I've completed so far! (All writing is subject to changes.)

"So. Hikigaya, mind telling me about your past few weeks in the service club?" Hiratsuka sensei asks as she lights up another cigarette. I don't mind that much, it's gross but in our society it's one of the few ways adults that don't resort to binge drinking do to get a small high Source; My Father. What was I asked again? Oh right the service club that I really didn't mean to join, honestly my mouth moves faster than my brain sometimes.

"Well, compared to the worst case scenario I think it went well." I start recalling the events that have transpired over these last couple of weeks. "It all started the day after I joined and the morning after the meteor shower."

I was going about my day. Waking up, showering, preparing breakfast, looking up the news to see any info on that night's meteor shower, dropping off my sister at her school, arriving here, and getting along with my classes. At least that's what should've happened instead I got. "Oi. Hikio" With that nickname my fate was sealed. I didn't know you knew the queen bee of Sobu High. I don't. She saw me playing tennis with Totsuka once and decided from there that I was good enough to be remembered I suppose.

"What can I do for you Miura?" I ask already knowing the answer. I had spoken to her a few times before, mostly for class assignments and even more so after the matches with Totsuka. However this was probably the first time that she ever went out of her way to specifically talk to me.

"Egh. You make it sound like I have something that I want you to do for me. Kinda gross." She replies with a tinge of disgust in her voice. "No, there's been something up with Yui recently. Seems that she is hiding something." Miura says thoughtfully, from the small amount of conversations we've had since the beginning of high school she was always one that looked out for her friends. Despite how fragile those chains of friendship may be she is protective of her clique.

"What can't people have things they can keep for themselves?" I say breaking her out of whatever she was thinking, and I thought that I was the only one who monologues in their head. "I don't know why you came to me for this. Why don't you talk to her or get her to talk to Hiratsuka sensei." Seriously, why come to me? Who the hell is Yui? Thank you for the recommendation Hikigaya! Don't mention it, I just wanted to enjoy the last bit of my morning in peace.

"Honestly I don't know why I came to talk to you in the first place. You've helped out others over the last school year. I think it's just that you're one of the few people that I talk to out of the group." Damn it, why do I have to be so kind! Mom, why did you have to raise me to be a respectful young man!?

"Oh. I feel like I'm special. Here let me bow as a sign of respect to the fire queen of Sobu."

With that comment Mirua gave me a glare, one that usually coincides with her huffing and walking away and ignoring me for the following day or so. "Gross Hikio. Honestly you've been hanging around that otaku too much recently." She says before walking off without another word.

And that's how that morning went. I still don't see a problem anywhere but you can continue. Right where about was I, After the talk with Miura I got a drink from the vending machine and went on my way to class. Went about my day with subject after subject, until it was time for my first official day at the service club.

Standing in front of this door again wasn't something that I wanted to do, I never even wanted to join this club in the first place. My mouth ran off on its own again. I've got to find a way on how to keep that under control as it's been happening more and more often recently. Doesn't matter that's something for later, right now I have to find out how this club works since I didn't get a run down yesterday. "I'm coming in." I announce to the only other person in the room as I enter. Her eyes land on me looking almost as if in surprise. That makes sense since I don't exactly scream "Promise Keeper" more so that I would find a way out of one.

"Ah. Welcome. I didn't expect you to exactly come today." Yukinoshita replies to my entrance. "Honestly I thought that you were spitting out lies yesterday only because Hiratsuka sensei was here."

"Am I so low to you that you truly expected me to go back on my word?" I ask, placing my hand above my heart. "That hurts Yukinoshita." Wiping away a fake tear as I sit down in the only other available chair in the room. For some weird reason, despite my mind wanting me to run away from this club as fast as I can, it felt as although I couldn't, as if my heart had made a connection to this place. The clubroom that was previously used as a storage space, one that was on the western side of the campus allowing that afternoon breeze and light enter. Why didn't I mind this?

My question wouldn't be answered as Yukinoshita cuts through my train of thought once more "Well I thought that someone with such low social standing such as yourself wouldn't have even bothered coming." Oi! I have a… is my social credibility so low that I can't even combat this claim!? Wait, why do I care so much!? Ugh, that dream has changed everything since then. "To someone with your status I suppose that I can be perceived as quite strange. However, my way of thinking is derived from my own experiences after all." She laughs, Shoulders pulled back proudly, eyes closed in an attempt to not meet mine.

"Derived from your experiences?" I mutter as if we're not the only two in the room. Experiences can't say I've had many in my short time that I've been alive so far, I've made mistakes, took kindness for something more than a simple gesture, tried to spare everyone from my presence and become the shadow that it seems I was always meant to be. Yet here she talks about something else, something that we both have glossed over. Yukinoshita derived from her experiences as a potential heiress to a giant corporation of one to a romantical kind, an experience that she has frequently come face to face with considering both her appearance and social stature. "Seems that you're talking about your fantastic school experiences." I say filling in the void that she had left, almost as if it was an invitation.

"Yes it would be correct to say that I'm leading quite a peaceful school life." She responds with her gaze directed elsewhere, a distant look in her eyes. Then it all clicks, I realize that for everything she's ever done and as she puts herself on a pedestal Yukinoshita couldn't connect with her peers that surround her. She couldn't have had something akin to a peaceful school life. That disconnect from everything as they all murmur about you, it's something that I can understand well. Maybe just maybe after all is said and done she won't be alone. So for this time I'll advance and ask.

"Do you have anyone you would consider a friend?"

"That depends on what the meaning of friendship is."

"I didn't mean to ask for an objective meaning, but for all intents and purposes do you have someone that is more than just a person you make small talk to." Friendship, I don't know how to quantify it nor how to truly describe it as each person each heart as they each connect differently.

Yukinoshita looks back at me for a second before the wistful look passes over once more as she looks away again. "It could be said that everyone has had at least one person like that in their life. Can it not?" I did once.

"Yes it could." So did I. In that moment our air of discontent and awkwardness evaporated. It was filled instead with a strange sense of comfort and understanding.

I truly am not seeing anything worth wild for this meeting Hikigaya. You were the one that asked me to come into the teachers lounge for a meeting! Excuses! Fine, you want something worth your wild? How about sending in one of my own classmates as the first client of the Service Club!?

That silence was broken with a few short knocks and the sliding opening of the club room door "E-excuse me." the girl who entered says entering the room via the small crack that she made in the door. She must've been sent here by someone because of the way that she didn't want to be seen coming in. Her shoulder length hair brown hair with the roots of her natural hair color poking out in a light peach color, a product of hair dying? She scans the room almost cautiously as if something would pop out and attack her, then our eyes meet her light brown eyes with the tint of a red hue met my own not so dead gray eyes. She unintentionally let out a small squeal, did I scare another girl despite all my changes? That's great! Looks like I haven't changed much. "Wh-what is Hikki doing here!?" The girl blurts out pointing a finger over to me.

Hikki!? What the hell is up with that cutesy variation of my name!? Take a deep breath and regain composure. "I'm a member of this club." I reply monotony, like a certain adventurer that pissed himself to death before being isekaied. This girl I swear I've seen her before something about all of this feels abnormal Familiar the air in here has shifted once more, something more accommodating for a trio.

"You're Yuigahama Yui-san from class 2-F right?" Yukinoshita cut in, pulling out a chair from the many scattered on the outskirts of the room. Thank you Yukinoshita! I don't know how she knows me … 2-F? She's the Yui that Mirua was talking about earlier today! I created this problem! She went and talked to Hiratsuka sensei and she sent Yui here! God damn my own great advice!