When we talk about school life, we always imagine the whispers of gossip mingle with the laughtef teenagers and the heavy expectations that loomed everywhere. One can not be helped but ponder the nature of genuiness amongst the myriad of lies that etched on the face of our peers.

As I keep on pondering the complexities of higschoolers, I can not but notice the mask that we all wear - a delicately crafted personas that protect us from the harsh realities of the world but in the same time the said personas also trapping us into a never ending loop of deceit and illusion. We smile when people expect us to smile, laugh if the situation is appropriate, and faking our interest in trivialities of teenage dramas, all but concealing the truth of our innermost thoughts and emotions.

However, beneath all the lies and deceits there also myriads of half-truths and hidden agendas, where the boundaries between reality and illusion fades. we deceive to protect our interest, to maintain the facade of control in the reality that often feels beyond our grasp. In doing so, we sacrifice the very nature of our humanity, trading the authenticity for acceptance and truth for comfort.

And so, I find myself struggling with questions with no answers. Is it worth it to live in ignorance, shielded from the harsh realities of world, or is it better to confront the truth head-on, no matter how painful it may be? Is deception can be justified if it serves a greater good, or it only cause to shake the very foundation of trust and integrity?

As I stare at the metaphorical junction of truth and deception, I remembered the words of the old wisdom from distant eras, who already have treaded these treacherous conflict with courage and grace. Thus, I will continue my own journey, guided by the past; mine or not, and hope for a future where truth and authenticity reign supreme, even in face of adversity.

Hiratsuka-sensei leaned into her comfy chair, furrowing her brows as she read through the essay. From a glimpse of her face, I could assuredly say she impressed with my works. Seeing she still into reading my essay, I let my eyes wondered around the staffroom, realizing only us remained. Well, considering how late it is, it's not a surprised for other staffs to finish their works for the day. Now, if only...

"Hikigaya..." Hiratsuka-sensei voice sudddenly cut through the silence. She turned her face to me with a thoughtful expression. "This is quite impressive piece of writing. From what I gathered, you tackled some complex themes here and there and the you give out your own analysis that is both insightful and thoughtful," she continued, with a trace of admiration in her voice?

I shifted around uncomfortably in my chair. I poured my heart and beyond into the essay, laying out my emotions and thoughts, like my mentor told me to, but I still couldn't help but feel a sliver of uncomfortable receiving honest praises like this, especially from a woman that... HOLD THAT THOUGHT!!

Fuh... my monologue almost went derailed off tangent there. I need to be stricter on my mind discipline, if that all it need to crumbled.

"I can tell you put a lot of thought into this. Your willingness to tackle on these questions speak volumes about your character," Hiratsuka-sensei continued while I recomposed my mind from derailing again.

She then smiled at me, "Keep on the work, Hikigaya. You have an unique perspective on viewing world, and I didn't doubt that you will make a lasting impact on the world, either it's good or not it's up to you."

"Thank you, I guess? I just wrote what I think a good arguements and coun terpoints of the topic," I replied but I got the feeling that she didn't finish with me yet.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

As if it was planned, someone knocked the staffroom door.

"Enter!" shouted Hiratsuka-sensei. Right on cue, a beautiful girl entered the staffroom. When I said beautiful, I mean beautiful. Not only that, she also emitted elegancy that could rival, nay, even surpassing some of the princesses.

"Nice timing, Yukioshita! I thought I need to get you," Hiratsuka-sensei smiled wryly. "Well, this is Hikigaya Hachiman, and you do you," Hiratsuka-sensei then walked out from the staffroom, handing out my essay to Yukinoshita.

"Ahh... Excuse me... Yukinoshita-san?" I tried slowly as I was honestly confused at what just happened.

It's then when Yukinoshita approached me, with her expression unreadable. "Impressive essay, Hikigaya-kun," she remarked, her voice sounded neutral but I could trace a hint of curiousity and... respect.

To say I'm surprised was understatement, especially the Yukinoshita addressing me directly.

"Thanks, I guess," I replied gruffly as I'm still unsure of how to respond to the unexpected praise.

She studied me for a moment; to evaluate me, to understand me, before continued, "I noticed you have a very interesting view on the world."

She then took a deep breath, "Would you be interested to join something where we can put your unique view to a good cause?" her voice soften a bit while gaving me a small smile.

Surprised by her, not only it came out of nowhere, but there's something about her offer piques my mind. And from past experiences and a certain old man said, to trust on my feeling if stuff like this happened. However...

"How can I make the decision if you didn't tell me what are you talking about?" I countered back. It seemed like a nice move since she blinked confusedly at my jab.

"I planned on establishing a new club; Service Club," she covered her mistake gracefully and smoothly, without seem addressing her slip of mind directly. "It's a club where people can ask for guidances and helps for any problems that they may have."

"But," she emphasized, "they should not be spoon fed, but given the advices and avaible helps to solve the problem. Give man a fish, you feed him for a day, teach man to fish, you feed him for a lifetime"

I couldn't help but impressed by the way she conveyed it, the conviction behind her eyes for her ideology.

A good politician, she will be.

Silently laughed at the inside joke, I replied to her, "Very well, if you think I should join you, then why not?" I shrugged as to show to her that I won't mind at all.

Nodding, she acknowledged my answer, with a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Very well. We'll meet at club building after school tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the staffroom. As I watched her go, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of excitement and contentment at the prospect of joining the Service Club.

Shaking my head, I walked away from staffroom and went home. The excitement and contentment still linger even when I already reached home. A very strong feeling that make me happy and blessed, a feeling that is not from me.

Why did the Force feel very happy and content from me joining the Service Club?

Author note:

First and foremost; I didn't own both OreGairu and Star Wars series. They are owned by Watari Wataru and LucasFilm, Disney respectively.

Hello guys, this is my very first time writing a fanfic so please expect a lot of errors and cringe. Any constructive critics and corrections are welcomed.

And don't expect much from my grammar since English is my 2nd languages.

To be honest, this isn't my first time writing a story, but most of the stories that I wrote are very cringey and chuuni (I wrote those stories in my dark age). So in a way, this is my 1st try on writing something that is not (very) cringey (at least).

When the life give you the old watcha! (guess the reference XP) so i write fanfics. A lot of stuffs happened irl that i think i need to do something to escape from there, so here I am, writing cringe stuff for people read.

So... I dont know how to end this part so see you guys later, I guess?