"Because we don't like each other. We're more honest with people we don't like than with people we do." - A Comedy Of Nobodies (Pg. 101)

And so I'm not her type

After the rejection and subsequent end of communication with Yukinoshita at midpoint of my third year at Sobu High I threw myself into school work and part time jobs to keep my mind off what could've been a good relationship if only I had taken action sooner. So I kept studying and working consistently getting top three scores outside of mathematics and science but even in those with the amount of studying done I was able to break into the top ten before midterms of the second semester.

Relationships between the few people I would call friends seemed to dry out like the small rivers they already were. Yuigahama tried to cheer me up but with the underlying romantic tension between it all and me not responding in the way that she'd hoped our communication only happens now through hellos and small talk whenever we see each other. Totsuka was one of the few male friends that tried to help me without talking about it and instead insisted that I join him on a few runs that ended up unexpectedly incorporating itself into my routine whenever I had downtime from both schoolwork and work. The most unexpected one was Hayama however, I don't know if it's just the nice guy mask that he uses or that we were easily able to see beyond each other's masks but we've had conversations where he'd thanked me for a whole list of things that I ever hardly had a hand in.

Now I have the key to my apartment in hand, one in the city of Itabashi a bit of a more expensive place to live but one that was close enough to the University of Tokyo that I had gotten into with both scholarships and a bit of money that my grandfather had left behind for Komachi and I. Entering it was a bit more shocking to say the least, I guess I had been accustomed to the layout of my now childhood home more than expected. There were the typical furnishings: refrigerator, sink, stove, and even a dishwasher somehow. It'll be a while before I can consider this place a second home but still I'll manage.

As time passed in the larger city and getting accustomed to it my apartment started to slowly accumulate a personality, one that was built for myself. The course load of Japanese language and literature was more intensive than even the most work that I had given myself but still nothing I couldn't manage. One night an acquaintance of mine invited me to a get together of several courses at a restaurant that had been rented out for the night and so after getting ready with a white button up under a navy blue blazer with some new slacks, that Komachi insisted I bought before I had left, along with my new glasses that mom had demanded I get, because she said that her eyes got even worse without them when she herself entered university, I would say that it was the best I had ever looked and for what? An event where most of the people there wouldn't even remember my name afterwards? They do say to dress for the job you want however I'm not sure that international business man is the type of job that I want.

Entering the restaurant I met up with some people I knew from class talking about how our midterms went and how badly some people did. After the initial conversations I made it up to the roof where I got a glass of water from a server that offered. Walking around I spoke briefly with many people that came from different courses and a few international students that came to study in order to be closer to family they had in Japan. With my glass of water refilled I walked over to the railing of the building overlooking the portion of the Tokyo skyline that could be seen from five stories up.

Feeling the cooling sensation of the cold water hit my parched throat I pulled out my phone to check the time which was half past eight. Still I stayed in the same spot feeling the breeze on my face with the noise of several conversations in the background felt oddly relaxing. That was until I heard a slap to the left of me and the clicking of heels walking to my general direction. The sound of a yell and the quick taps of feet hitting the floor made me realize that the idiot who was slapped was going to do something stupid, and so I made a stupid decision of running over to place myself between the two. I didn't know who I was protecting but the moron ended up being in a bit of a drunken rage after what I assume to be a rejection, I could smell the alcohol reeking off his breath as he yelled at me for protecting a stubborn bitch, luckily for me his friends managed to calm him down and tell him that it wouldn't be worth it. So they left the general area.

With a quick sigh of relief I turned over to the lady I had unexpectedly protected. To my surprise I heard a nickname I hadn't heard since she thought I broke her friend's heart.

"Hikio?"

"Miura?"

And so we ended up standing together.

"I still hate you. What you did to Yui was hard to watch."

"I didn't do anything. Everything just ended when we knew that it wouldn't work."

"Because you wouldn't try to make it work."

Arguing over what I had done months prior.

"I couldn't think about her that way, Miura. I just couldn't love her back the way she would've wanted me too."

"That bullshit and you know it Hikio! You just needed more time to get to know her."

"I did know her. I knew that she loved me… but I knew I could never love her."

Digging up truths that I wanted to avoid.

"Then what about the others!? Yukinoshita loved you after the prom event but you didn't do anything! I could see that Kawasaki cared about you in a more intimate way than even herself couldn't understand!"

"I know!"

The way I have been living was another way for me to run away. Even if I didn't know it myself.

"I know…" I say softly

"I hate you." She says to me with less venom than before.

"I hate you as well." I replied. With that our first encounter ended. I went back home on the last train, replaying that conversation. Why out of all people did it have to be her that I met all the way here.

It wasn't for another few weeks that we'd met again, a chance encounter at a mixer event that I had once again been strong armed into. We spent a majority of the night ignoring one another until the party had died down and everyone else had left. So there we were waiting at the same train platform, not talking, no communication. Until the sound of the sound system cuts through the barrier we had placed between us. Saying that the train had a malfunction and was stuck at another station for potentially the rest of the night.

"How far away do you live?" I ask her

"Why do you want to know Hikio?" She responds back with a question of her own.

"To see what time I'll be heading home tonight after dropping you off."

"Seems there is a bit of a gentleman inside of there after all." She hums to herself.

"I'll call a taxi so we can just split the ride. I wouldn't want to leave someone alone."

"I always wondered what Yui saw in you."

"Are you still going to talk about that?"

"Yes, until you apologize to her."

"Then it looks like I'll be leaving you here."

"You wouldn't dare." She sternly stares at me.

"But I would, because we'll always hate each other."

"Still that'd be a really shitty thing to do to someone even if you hate them!" Miura exclaims. "Besides, you're not much of a hateful person." she quickly adds in her final mutter.

"Who cares. Anyways address." I told her as she wrote it down on a piece of paper and handed it over to me. The dorms of the University of Tokyo, or rather specifically the medical department. With the first stop in hand I called up a taxi and requested one be sent to our current address, the operator gave us the expected wait time of another several minutes. "So, Medicine huh?" I ask her, trying to fill the void of time before the taxi arrives.

"Sciences over liberal arts. Despite what I wanted, I knew that even if I did follow Hayat… Hayama that our lives were too different. So I went with the best path that had been laid out for me." She tells me as her eyes fill with nostalgia and a hint of love. "My father is a doctor and I've always wanted to follow in his steps. So when you told me in second year that he'd chosen liberal arts, that's when the doubt started to creep in." Miura told me with full honesty. No lies, bullshit, filler, fluff. "That's one of the reasons I still hate you." She tells me as tears spilt from her eyes.

After that the taxi arrived and I helped Miura in, paid the driver when she got to her location, made sure she entered her apartment complex then left. Even now I still can't run away from the past.

AN: I couldn't really think of a better ending than that at the moment. Maybe I'll come back and revisit this again in another drabble. I like this path, it's kinda neat. Anyways if I do come back to this one with another drabble I think it'll be the start of the relationship, this is the reconnection and I guess revelation to both of them. What I want to do is a bit of a slow burn in a condensed format. So a potential next part would be seeing they don't hate eachother but rather the people they thought the other to be, works well within the themeings I'm putting out here.

Inspiration - "A Comedy Of Nobodies" is a book written by Baron Ryan, I read it over my trip to Alaska these past two weeks and a half and themeings of relationships and love connected my thoughts back to these two specifically the quote.

KH x My Teen Romantic Comedy - Still working on it, it's just kind of harder to put KH themes into this series than I initially thought. But the Saki chapter should be up soon. Honestly just got to get past the Saize part and I'm smooth sailing from there, sadly the opening to the episodes are always the hardest. But it'll be soon I promise! I just like writing character interactions.