The story and main character of My Teen Romantic Comedy are…interesting. A self deprecating loner, who despises superficial relationships and wants a genuine connection is someone I don't particularly relate with. Much.

I may not be the best people person, but I don't hate the idea of superficiality. The connections I made in both high school and college all had a hint of it. I could confidently say I had absolutely no one I could ever open up to about personal things, and that was perfectly fine with me.

…I don't suppose it matters much now, does it? After all, I was now inhabiting the body of Hachiman Hikigaya, as impossible as that may sound.

It does raise a great many questions though.

Who did this? Why? Why me specifically? Why Hachiman of all characters? Is this permanent? Lastly, where exactly am I in the story?

Most were left unanswered, but I imagine the last two will get an answer after a period of time, one sooner than the other.

"...High school, huh? And Japanese high school at that…I can somehow speak Japanese, but I still can't tell if I can read it…" Running my hand across the desk belonging to this body's previous owner, I sigh in annoyance at this unprecedented situation.

'Did I get truck-kuned? No…I don't think so.' Sighing again, I notice the uniform hanging on the desk chair. '...How convenient.'

Undressing from the pajamas, I look at the mirror in surprise. 'Hachiman is surprisingly lean…Nothing compared to me during my athlete days, but still surprising considering his way of life…Wait, why am I checking him, or rather, myself out? I have better things to do.'

Putting on the uniform, I notice the horrible state my hair is in. 'How the hell? Trying to fix it is pointless, it just goes back to its original state…I understand that the guy didn't intend on conforming to society, but at least try to keep yourself well groomed.' Leaving it alone for now, I notice the lack of shoes in his room. 'Where the…Oh, right. Asian culture.'

Walking out of the room with his conveniently placed school bag, I notice three other doors in this hall and stairs leading down. 'He had a sister, didn't he? What was her name again? ...Ko…Komi I'm pretty sure.' Walking down the stairs, I find myself in another hall.

Two doors obviously leading to other rooms, and a very obvious front door. Not wanting to take the chance of meeting his sister before I can have a full grasp of where I am exactly in the story, I find the shoes that fit me and leave.

Walking out of the home, I look for a phone in the bag. Finding one, it unlocks without the use of a passcode. "Ah. That's convenient." Reading the Japanese Kanji with ease, I open the map app. '...What school does he go to again?'

Sobu High

'Indoor shoes and outdoor shoes. What a complicated and time consuming system.' Wandering the halls aimlessly, I notice the distinct lack of other students roaming the halls. There were a few sure, but too few to even start making assumptions on where I should be.

Continuing to wander around, I hear a gasp from behind me. "Senpai? Is that you?" The lack of anyone else in the hall leaves me to assume they're referring to me. Turning around, the now revealed flaxen haired girl gasps in surprise. "It is you, Senpai…but, what are you doing here on the first year's floor?"

'This girl…she's…'

She gasps again, as a realization dawns on her. "Are you looking for me? I'm sorry it's too soon and I'm still recovering!" She bows quickly.

'I don't have a clue. I can't remember her name at all.' I could vaguely remember that she was a recurring character, but other than that? Nada. "I wasn't. See ya."

'At least she provided me with important information. This is the first year's floor, and I'm pretty sure Hachiman wasn't a first year, considering she refers to him as Senpai.' Starting to walk off, I'm stopped by her again.

"Seriously Senpai? Minus 50 points for being rude." I'm suddenly being graded?!

"Right, sorry."

"Ehh..? Senpai, is everything okay? Did you hit your head?"

"I don't think so, why?"

"...Oh, uhh…No reason. See you, Senpai." She walks away, or more like speed walks.

'...Fuck. Was she close enough to Hachiman to know something was wrong? Ugh, but I don't want to act like an edgy teen, I'm 26 for God's sake.'

2nd Years Hall

Now stuck wandering these halls, there are now a few more students walking around, though they avoid me like the plague. "Hm…I wonder if I can find-drills!" …Wait, why did I suddenly yell that out?

"Hah? What did you say, Hikio?" Ah. This is the girl who liked the fake guy, right? Or, I think she did. "Hikio! Don't ignore me! What did you say?"

'That's quite a glare…' With a glare of my own, I say something Hachiman would say, I think… "Nothing. Actually, why the hell are you talking to me?" There. That shouldn't cause me any problems down the road…

"...Tch! Fine! Be like that then."

'…Did I mess up again!? Ugh, now I'm even more confused.' She glares at me for a second longer, but ultimately huffs and starts walking away. 'Should I say something..? I don't know...'

Running a hand through my hair, I leave it be. '...Wait, she was Hachiman's classmate, right?' Or not. Speeding after her, I catch up quickly. "W-Wait!"

"What."

'Ah! I'm actually a pacifist, please don't hurt me!' Feeling her glare bore a hole through my head, I averted my eyes immediately. 'I'm not a threat…see?'

Clearing my throat, I chuckle nervously. "...Um, think you could point me in the direction of our class?"

She doesn't even give me the time of day, storming off, probably angrier than ever.

"I'm going to take that as a no." Damnit! No matter what I do, I fuck it up!

Outside Class 2-F

I somehow (Miraculously) found his class, I think. Considering Hachiman's antithesis was there talking amongst his friends, bar the drill haired girl from before. Now you may be wondering…Who am I talking to? Wait no, whoever sent me here can probably hear me.

Now, as I was saying. I can only assume that the guy I'm currently staring at is the fake guy, because he's currently the center of attention and he's irritating to look at.

Putting that aside, I'm sure you're also wondering why I'm currently waiting outside the class, god-san. That's simple! I have no clue where Hachiman sits.

I want to assume he sits in the back near the window, but most of the window seats are currently occupied, so no dice. That's when this genius idea came to me, if I wait till the last minute, then only one seat will remain. 'Genius, I know, you don't have to tell me…' Except, no one does.

Crossing my arms, I notice the stares being thrown my way from onlookers and passerbys. 'I wanna curl up in a ball and die…'

The minutes pass at a dreadful pace, but soon enough the bustling halls thin out. Entering from the rear entrance, I notice two vacant seats, one at the front, a row away from the window, and the other is definitely Hachiman's.

Seeing the seat, memories of watching the loner sit there resurface. 'Yup, I'm sure this is it.' Placing my bag on the desk, I don't get any weird looks, so I can only assume I was correct.

"Ah, Good morning, Hachiman." Raising an eyebrow at the greeting from the person in front of me, I just nod at the silver haired girl.

'This is…Who are they again?' Ignoring it for now, I just rest my head on my fist. 'Highschool, huh? …Why me?' I keep quiet for the rest of class, lest I mess something else up.

Lunch Break

Walking down…a hall, I'm unable to control the smile on my face. 'I saw her…I SAW HER!' I, of course, was referring to the best girl. That being, the Teacher!

She was obviously very beautiful, but what I liked best about her was her slightly nerdy personality. Her references to older manga was…refreshing to say the least.

Also, her outfit was really nice, and considering she wasn't wearing the lab coat, she looked better than ever. Truly deserving of the title of 'Best Girl'.

Though as nice as it all was, I can't help but feel even more confused than before. The looks she threw my way…I didn't know what to make of it.

Finding the cafeteria was a lot harder than I expected, unfortunately for me by the time I arrived, there wasn't anything remaining. '...My luck has only gotten worse.'

Walking out of the cafeteria, I feel my stomach scream at me for food. 'Damn it all.' Walking up the stairs, I decide to spend the rest of my lunch on the roof, so that I may avoid any more encounters with any named characters.

"Tsk. Took you long enough, Hikigaya." Or so I thought.

Leaning onto the fence with their arms crossed, is a silver haired girl. Not the girl in front of me in class, this one was…different.

She was also…hot? In a strange sort of way. Objectively speaking, of course. Just an observation, nothing more. I swear I am not attracted to high schoolers.

Standing up straight, she walks over to a bench, and sets her school bag down. "Where the hell were you? I was just about to eat without you."

"Err…Busy?"

"Whatever, just sit." She rolls her eyes at me, but pats the free space beside her. "Did you bring it?"

"It?" I ask dumbly, slowly approaching.

She raises an eyebrow, confused by my question. "Yeah, the food?"

Seeing as my bag was lacking any sort of bento box, I just shook my head. "No?"

"Thought as much. Here." She pulls out a plastic bento, handing it to me. "Sit down already, it's awkward as hell having you stand there."

"...Right." Taking a seat, I continue to stare at her, and I begin to remember her, sorta. The girl who had a job. …That actually makes her sound really bland. "Wait, isn't this your lunch?"

"I brought two." Pulling out a second bento, she opens it and reveals the delectable food inside.

Opening the one handed to me, I find them nearly identical, all except for one minor difference. Her's had a small vegetable salad, while mine had nothing of the sort.

"Why bring two? Do you eat a lot?"

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" She asks, obviously mad at me. For what? I didn't have the slightest idea. "You calling me fat?" Oh. That's why.

'Remember, Me. In situations like these, act calm and nonchalant, then correct any misunderstandings in that same fashion.' Grabbing the chopsticks, they feel uncomfortable in my hands. "No? I just didn't think you had that big of an appetite. I mean, look at you." I didn't know if it was because of anime's insane beauty standards, but most of the named characters I had met so far were probably some of the most gorgeous people I had laid my eyes on.

"...W-Whatever." She turns away from me, leaving me unable to look at her face.

'Women…No matter what age, they'll always be complicated creatures I will never come to understand.' I spend the next few minutes trying to figure out how to use the chopsticks.

Unfortunately, I never seem to figure it out.

Setting the chopsticks down, I heave a small sigh as my stomach yells out at me. Before I can reach into the bento with my hands, my lunch acquaintance speaks up again.

"...Are you not hungry?" She asks…hesitantly? In a tone I didn't quite catch.

'Very hungry actually.' Closing the bento, I force a smile. "Just thinking."

"Is it about them?"

"Them?" I mutter confused, before clearing my throat. "Ah, Sorta. Just…processing some stuff."

"...So that's why you've been acting so fucking strange." I stay quiet at her observation, still trying to find out who 'them' is.

Leaning back into the bench, I feel my body relax, as I try to forget about my current problems. Problems I'd rather not have to deal with.

"Listen, I get that you like doing things by yourself, but…" She begins to trail off. Looking back at her, she looks away with a click of her teeth. "Forget it. You know what you're doing."

I almost laughed at her statement. 'How ironic.' Closing the bento box, I hand it back to her. 'Because I couldn't be any more lost.'

"What? Not up to your standards, Hikigaya?"

"Lost my appetite, is all. See ya." Getting off the bench, I leave with a nod.

Not even moments later, the school bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. Yet, here I am hungrier than ever.

After-School

After school activities, more specifically clubs. They were a thing back in my highschool, but I never found an interest in them, so I ended up on the football team instead.

Even now, I don't hold any interest in going to one, but I have very little choice. Seeing as Hachiman is already part of one.

…but, just like in the morning, I am lost wandering the halls. Left to wander, I arrive at a door that doesn't inspire confidence, but I really don't have much of a choice.

Sliding the door open, an empty classroom with two female students sitting at a long table is what I find, and they seem to find me too.

I recognized them, and they seemed to do the same. Yukinoshita and Yuigahama, two of the constants in Hachiman's depicted life. "He-"

"Hikigaya-san. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Yukinoshita spits out, not all that happy with me by the looks of it.

'Did Hachiman do something to her?' I can only begin to cycle through all of my available responses to that.

"Hikki…Why are you here? Didn't you…" Yuigahama doesn't look any better as she can't even meet my eyes.

'Okay, What the hell is going on?' Looking at Yukinoshita, a piercing glare meets my gaze.

"If you're just here to…mock us, then leave. Or, I will call Hiratsuka-sensei." She threatens, her eyes glossy.

"I-"

"Hikki, please leave." I hear Yuigahama tell me, as tears begin to fall from her eyes.

'What the hell happened?!'

Chiba Streets

'...I don't even know what to think. Why were they…like that?' Walking past a convenience store, a stray thought hits me.

"Am I…

Not in Canon?"

To Be Continued…

So, instead of working on my ongoing stories, I make a new one. Cool.

Bye.