Moving on from my plans on killing the developers for making this game, oh yeah and the fucker who recommended me to play, I need to deal with Isshiki. She has blackmail material on me, even though she has no way to prove it but we are in a society that girls can just say that a classmate of theirs rape them, even though that classmate is clueless, and get him into jail.

One of the things I absolutely despise, rather it ranks at third in my list, is to be at the "mercy" of another person.

Hah, they should have just called it torture.

…Well it wasn't all that bad… I met a few good people during my part-time jobs… People who tried to help me whenever they could…

…Just a shame that they disappeared… Haaah, I pity my past self that cried for a long time after he found out that they all resigned and left without telling me…

"Hikigaya?"

I freeze as I hear a voice coming from behind me, one that really resembles a person I don't want to meet right now since it will land me into trouble if she finds out I skipped assembly and I really hope it's not her. Maybe if I ignore -

"Oi, brat, if you don't turn around, I won't guarantee a peaceful ending for you."

I instantly turn around and come to face Sensei, who is now glaring at me with her arms crossed underneath her… Mountains, though not as big as Yuigahamas.

I hear a loud cough then look up and see her glaring at me with her face twitching, "Had enough?" She smiles at me but I can see the black aura surrounding her.

…Well, looks like I'm dead.

I bow at her, a full or I hope, 90 degree, "Apologies, Sensei." I don't want to say it since we're in a hallway, one that doesn't have many visitors but better safe than sorry, so, I just vaguely apologize and hope she doesn't press me.

I hear her sighing then tiredly saying, "It's… Fine. At least I know that the younger generation can still appreciate good art… Unlike some people…" I slowly get up then look at her, only to blink as I see her sulking while putting her head against the wall.

…Erm, Sensei… You're kinda… A Main Heroine… So, you having a lover will be… Awkward as hell to say the least. I'm not the kind of scum that likes to cuck guys by stealing their girlfriends.

…Don't you dare make me do that system!

I let out a loud cough, prompting her to turn her head to look at me… Please stop looking like a kicked puppy… I shake my head, "Erm, Sensei, if there is nothing else, I will head back to class." I bow my head then turn around to leave.

"…Hold it."

I stop, then glance back to see her looking at me with suspicion, "I was notified by the nurse that you were there because you were sick… So, care to explain why are you here?"

Again, that guilt surfaces again, since she was one of the few people that didn't flinch on first meeting, but I ignore it to calmly respond to her, "After eating the medicine the Nurse gave, I tried to go asleep but couldn't, so I had a brief chat with the person next to my… Um… Bed! Then the Nurse went out of the room, so I decided to leave since my migraine wasn't that bad."

…Too many holes. But at least I made a solid alibi when they find out the Nurse is missing. I say when since it's guaranteed that they would search for her after finding out that they can't reach her.

And I don't want to get caught up in it. Nor do I want to wish for anything since the system could decide to actually do it, case point, the Nurse.

I keep my face blank with a few bits of emotion here and there to sell it as me telling the truth while gazing right into Sensei's eyes. I can practically see the gears in her head turning as she comprehends my words.

Then she opens her mouth, "…Isn't that a little too soon for your migraine to be gone?"

I blink at her, "…Sensei, I never said my migraine was gone. I… Just need to endure it." As long as it's just pain, then I can endure it. I have gone through… Enough experiences after all that made my threshold just a tad bit higher than the average.

She blinks then her face softens, "Right… Sorry, Hikigaya… Actually, want to go to the rooftop for a while? It won't be long, just for a short chat in the open air."

Hmm… Meh, why not. It's math class now and the teacher is an old guy that acts like it's the younger generation's fault that the world is dying, so I can just skip the class. And not like I care about my image and if anybody asks, though I'm pretty sure no one will, I can just say I was talking with Sensei.

"Sure." I shrug at her, prompting her to nod then tilt her head to the staircase behind her.

We walk in silence, neither of us having any intention of making small talk, something that I like since I don't like to do small talk. We pass by other students and teachers, most of them warmly greeting Sensei while ignoring me as if I was air. Well, not exactly air since air is useful for people since it allows us to breathe instead of suffocating and all. Ah the wonders of air, why I –

"Hello? Brat, are you in there?"

I snap out of my thoughts then blink as I see Sensei's face close to mine, prompting me to jump back, "Y-yeah?" Oh fuck you stutter!

She laughs, a sound that pleases my ears, "Relax, it's only us here." She sweeps her arm to gesture at the place and I look around and see that she's right.

She continues, "Anyway, Hikigaya… I never got the chance to ask you yesterday, but are you alright? Is there something going on at home?" Her face morphs into concern, one that makes me feel weird as I see the genuineness in her eyes.

…Yeah, she's a Heroine that doesn't hide herself. I let out a cough, "Why are you asking, Sensei?"

She blinks then wryly smiles, "…You… Were acting differently two days ago, remember?"

…Please don't remind me, Sensei. I want to bury that memory. Burn it!

Ahem… Now, how should I go with this… Tell the truth? That I was forced? Nah. Act like it was nothing? Only if I got a death wish… I guess a mixture of lie and truth.

I mull over my words, "Well… Let me just say that it wasn't yours or Yukinoshita's fault… Rather, I was reminded of my… Parents, and it caused me to be in an unstable mood." Just add a bit more emotion at the end and it will be a perfect cover.

"…Do you want to talk about it?" Hook, line, and reel.

I hesitate, "Well… It's just that… Me and my little sister got left behind by them since we were young and both of us had to go through things that we, as kids, should never have to." A little vagueness to get her more curious and angry.

"…What? Your parents left you?!"

There we go, I slowly nod, "Yeah… My mother cheated on my father with her boyfriends, then they divorced and neither of them wanted us, so we were left behind in the house."

"…CHEAT?!"

Oh right, that word is almost a taboo for singles, especially desperate singles that want to get a lover, "Yeah… Last I heard, she was off in America." No idea where she is but let's just say she's there.

"AMERICA?!"

She pulls me into a hug then sobs, "You poor kids! Just how much pain did both of you have to go through…" She then says in unintelligible words that I think is used to comfort me? Who knows.

Now… Time to check out her bar.

"20/100 – Like."

Wow, the first time we met, she was at -5, but now it's at a 20! Looks like she's weak to sob stories… I can use this…

Fuck off guilt, I need to clear this game as fast as possible. I got no time to feel guilty.

*LUOLUOLUO*

A/N

Welp, one of my young cat died on my sister's birthday. All I can say is FML. Anyway on to the comments!

prasalfa96 - boi, I need intensive therapy, a CAT scan, and lots of drug (medicine). Bloody sponsor one of them first then talk shit all you like

FirstWinterLight - *REDACTED*

CMY187 - nice, since now I can just stop thinking on what kind of options do put it, I can just go full ham on interactions! Muahaha

Dimiel - F, same to you, though I'm used to this... Just, this time it's a bit more severe... Also yep, 8man here is a bundle of trauma that can *REDACTED*. Also lmao

Completely normal - well, that's because I already got a leg across the line of death, and I want all of my readers to expect that I can die at any time. I hate, or rather heavily dislike, other authors who just disappears for years on end and the readers are hoping that they will return, only to find out that the author is dead or something. I don't like that. At all. So, I try to say whatever I want during my A/N since I might not have the chance to.

Lazy Servant - no problem