Note: I don't wish to steal anything from anyone. I don't own anything, and I'm doing it purely for entertainmentpurposes.

This story is Rated M for foul language and sexual content.

Please be aware that mostly everything I write is weird and outlandish, including this one. I apologize if my stories make you uncomfortable, but I like writing weird stuff.

Characters are 18+.

"" = Speaking

Italics = thoughts

Bold = analepsis

Chapter 2

Hachiman POV

"You really love bears," Hiratsuka-sensei noted while holding up my essay to show me. After she did, Hiratsuka-sensei lowered the paper and looked at me angrily.

With a feeling of deja vu, I found myself standing before Hiratsuka-sensei, who was scolding me about an assignment once again.

"I thought you were a modern literature teacher," I said, a little annoyed and confused about why she was talking to me about my biology paper.

"I'm also a guidance counselor. That's why your biology teacher asked me to deal with this," Hiratsuka-sensei explained.

"What part of this is "How animals live in the wild?" she asked, tapping my essay that was now lying on her desk with her index finger.

"It's an antithesis against the social hierarchies of packs," I answered, with my arms behind my back.

"Enough of your frivolous arguments. It's like you're calling pack hunting a crime," Hiratsuka-sensei stated. She held her forehead in disappointment.

"But you're hunting singularly, or rather, you're still single-" I tried to poke fun, but Sensei thrusted her right fist into my torso. I held my stomach in pain as Sensei went back to being nonchalant.

"Oh, by the way, how'd that request from the other day go?" Hiratsuka-sensei asked me.

"Oh, well, the requester seemed fine with the outcome," I told her, still slightly in pain.

"That reminds me. What's happening with that contest of yours?" I questioned.

"Oh, that? Don't worry, I'll be making a decision based on all of my personal prejudices and issues," Hiratsuka-sensei answered.

"It's all right here," She said, patting her chest. I couldn't help but look at her bosom and imagine how they'd look if Sensei weren't wearing any clothes.

"Woah. Calm down, Hachiman. Remember, you have a girlfriend. We can't be thinking stuff like that," I scolded myself. I quickly turned away from Sensei.

"By the way, what do you think of Yukinoshita Yukino?" Hiratsuka-sensei asked, grabbing my attention. Her question made me immediately recall everything we did this past week, causing me to blush slightly.

"I hate her," I told Sensei bluntly. I was obviously lying, but I couldn't let Sensei know that.

"I see. She's an unusually bright student. But the blessed have their own problems, too. She's a really nice girl at heart. Nice, and all too often right. But the world isn't exactly nice or right. I'm sure it's hard for her," Hiratsuka-sensei responded.

"You guys' personalities are pretty twisted. I'm worried you might not be able to fit in with society. That's why I wanted to keep you two in one place," Hiratsuka-sensei said.

"Well, I'm not sure if you got the outcome you were expecting or wanting," I thought.

"So that place is a sanatorium?" I questioned.

"You could call it that!" Hiratsuka-sensei giggled. "Either way, it's fun watching you guys. So, maybe I just want to keep you where I can see you," She added. Her comment made me tense up slightly.

"I'm just going to assume she means how our requests turn out and not like actually watching us," I thought.

—

I took a bite from my lunch as I sat in the classroom. "There's an excellent spot for lonely lunching that I usually go to…but on rainy days, I have nowhere to go," I thought. I looked out the window and watched the rainfall.

"Come on, Hayato!" I heard a feminine voice exclaim to my left. Looking over, I saw one of, if not the most popular cliques in school.

"Big surprise," I thought sarcastically.

"I can't do it today. I gotta go to Soccer Club," Hayama explained.

"Come on, It's just one day!" Miura hollered. "They've got a deal on double scoops at forty-one! I want one with chocolate and chocolat!" She added.

"That's like two scoops of chocolate!" Hayama commented.

"Yeah!" Ooka, one of Hayama's lackeys, agreed, making the other guys laugh.

"No way! They're, like, totally different!" Miura denied. Yuigahama seemed to be experiencing a mix of emotions due to her friends' argument off to the side.

"Sorry, but not for me today. And you might regret it if you overeat, Yumiko," Hayama said.

"I don't gain anything no matter how much I eat!" Miura proudly boasted.

"Yeah, totally, Yumiko! You're, like, totally beautiful!" Yuigahama chimed in agreement, increasing Miura's ego even more. However, unbeknownst to Miura, Yuigahama held her lunch behind her back as if wanting to leave.

"And your legs are, like, so pretty! But, anyway, I need to-"

"You think so?" Miura asked rhetorically, interrupting Yuigahama. "But don't you think that Yukinoshita or whatever's kinda pretty, too?"

My interest peaked when I heard Yukinoshita's name. On the other hand, Yuigahama seemed slightly taken aback by Miura mentioning her.

'Well, yeah, I guess Yukinon's pretty-"

"Yukinon?" Miura questioned, interrupting Yuigahama again. Miura was seemingly bothered by Yuigahama's nickname for Yukinoshita.

"But you're, like, totally more gorgeous?" Yuigahama tried to recover to no avail. Miura flicked her wrist, silencing Yuigahama.

"Well, I guess it's okay. I can go if it's after my club is over," Hayama changed the subject, clearing the bitter mood.

"Okay, Hayato. Text me, 'kay?" Miura said, much happier now.

"Wow, now that just looks horrible. It's like some feudal society," I thought, referring to Yuigahama's friend group. "If that's what it takes to make friends in this world…well, I was going to say something along the lines of being eternally lonely, but then I remembered I strangely have a girlfriend."

I looked back at Yuigahama's friend group and accidentally made eye contact with her. It was only for a second as Yuigahama quickly looked away.

"Um," Yuigahama began sheepishly. "I need to go somewhere for lunch, so…" She mumbled.

"Oh, really? Then could you get me a lemon tea? I forgot to bring a drink today," Miura asked.

"Um…But it'll be fifth period when I get back, so… I'll be gone all lunch, so I don't really know if that'd work or…you know?" Yuigahama tried to excuse herself.

"Huh? What? You've been, like, not hanging out with us lately," Miura pointed out.

"Well, you know, it's just something I have to do. Like, sorry, but I just have to…" Yuigahama said.

"I don't get it. Spit it out," Miura demanded, now agitated. She began tapping her desk with her index finger impatiently. "We're friends, right?" Miura questioned.

"Sorry," Yuigahama apologized.

"I didn't ask for an apology. You've got something to say, don't you?" Miura interrogated. I looked away as everything started to get heated.

"Man, that's stupid. Kill each other in your internal strife." I pulled out my phone to distract myself from their bickering. However, I couldn't help but look back at Yuigahama.

"There isn't a single cell in my body that wants to save her. But when you see a girl you know on the verge of tears, your stomach squirms, and food just doesn't taste right. Plus, getting beaten down by the pack is kind of my thing. I'm not just gonna sit back and let someone take it from me," I thought. I steeled my nerves and stood up.

"Hey, that's enough-"

"Shut up!" Miura interrupted and glared at me.

"On second thought…"

"That's enough lunch. Maybe I'll get a drink. Or maybe I won't," I murmured, sitting back down.

"Look, I'm going to say this for your sake, Yui, but people who can't say things straight totally piss me off!" Miura warned.

"Sorry," Yuigahama apologized again. She looked down at the ground, making her hair cover her eyes.

"More of that?" Miura scoffed. "Is "Sorry" the only thing you can say?" She questioned.

"You're apologizing to the wrong person, Yuigahama-san," A new voice spoke—a voice I recognized. Everyone looked toward the doorway, including myself. The voice was none other than Yukinoshita.

"Yuigahama-san, you invited me but never came. I find this somewhat objectionable," Yukinoshita stated. She peered over and made eye contact with me for a moment. Yukinoshita's eyes glowed upon seeing me. However, she quickly looked away to avoid making anyone suspicious, which I don't believe anyone was.

"I believe it's only polite to send word if you're going to be late," Yukinoshita continued.

"S-Sorry, but I don't have your number, so," Yuigahama explained, walking up to Yukinoshita.

"Really? Then I can't say it's your fault for not calling. I'll make an exception this once," Yukinoshita forgave Yuigahama.

"H-Hey! We're still talking here!" Miura yelled, swiftly standing up.

"Talking? Was that what you call a conversation? It looked more like you were forcing your own opinions on someone else," Yukinoshita stated.

"Huh?!" Miura hummed.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner. I'm not familiar with how your kind behaves in the wild. I mistook you for a troglodyte that was making threats. Playing king of the hill and feigning superiority is all well and good, but please try to keep it in your scent-marked territory. The act comes off as easily as your makeup," Yukinoshita berated.

"Huh?! What are you talking about? That makes, like, zero sense," Miura said.

"Now, now. Yukinoshita-san, I think that's enough," Hayama quickly interjected, trying to diffuse the situation. He purposefully put himself in front of Miura. Yukinoshita simply looked away, which Hayama took as an answer.

"You too, Yumiko," Hayama told Miura. She huffed in response and reluctantly sat down in her seat. Yukinoshita turned to Yuigahama and noticed she was holding a bundle that resembled the cookies she had given us the other day.

"I'll be waiting for you," Yukinoshita calmly told Yuigahama. Yuigahama seemed surprised by what Yukinoshita said to her, but it quickly turned into joy.

"Oh, I'll…be there soon," Yuigahama responded. Yukinoshita simply nodded in response and walked out of the classroom. Everyone else in the room also took that as an opportunity to leave, including myself. I passed by Yuigahama on my way out.

"Thanks, Hikki. For trying to stand up for me," Yuigahama thanked me. I simply closed the door behind me without answering her.

"Hmm?" I hummed to myself. I looked to my right and saw Yukinoshita leaning against the wall, waiting for me.

"Yo," I said quietly, walking up to her.

"Good afternoon, Hachi- Hikigaya-kun," Yukinoshita corrected herself. A brief moment of silence overcame us as we didn't know what else to say.

"S-So, uh, you came here looking for Yuigahama-san?" I asked, mainly to queue up a conversation.

"N-Not exactly," Yukinoshita answered sheepishly. Her response confused me.

"Hmm? But I thought you came here because Yuigahama didn't show up?" I hypothesized.

"I-It just gave me a good excuse to come see you," Yukinoshita explained while blushing.

"A-And the whole thing with blondie?" I continued questioning.

"That troglodyte yelling at you angered me," Yukinoshita informed.

"I-I s-see," I stuttered. I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment. Silence overcame us as I didn't know what else to say.

"Hey, Hikigaya-kun," Yukinoshita suddenly called out.

"Y-Yeah?" I responded.

"Earlier, Yuigahama-san told me she didn't have my phone number; thus, she couldn't contact me," Yukinoshita remarked.

"Yeah, what about it?" I asked, recalling the said event.

"W-Well, it made me realize that y-you also don't have my n-number," Yukinoshita mentioned, pulling out her phone. I felt my heart skip a beat and my face heat up.

"I know she's my girlfriend, but that makes it even more nerve-racking. A girl has never willingly given me their number," I thought.

"O-Oh, r-right," I stuttered nervously. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest as I pulled out my phone. I simply handed Yukinoshita my phone and allowed her to do whatever she needed. Yukinoshita began exchanging our info as we heard Yuigahama start to talk from inside the classroom.

"Sorry," We heard Yuigahama apologize. "I've got this thing where, like, I have to run with the pack. Like, doing what everyone wants me to do? Well, I've always been kinda like that. Whenever I played house, I wanted to be the mom, but the other girls would want to, so I'd play the dog and stuff. Maybe because I lived in an apartment?"

"What the hell is this girl on about?" I thought to myself.

"Whatever you're trying to say, I don't get it," Miura said while doing something on her phone.

"For once, I can agree with her."

"I know, right? I don't really get what I'm trying to say, either. But after Hikki and Yukinon, I thought… They say what they really mean. And they know what people want but don't force themselves to do it. It looked really fun. It just kind of worked for me. It made me think that maybe forcing myself to do what people wanted was wrong," Yuigahama tried to explain.

"I mean, Hikki's, like, totally Hikki? Like, he pretends to sleep at lunch and that totally gross laugh when he reads," She ridiculed, which caused me to furrow my eyebrows. Yukinoshita, on the other hand, found it amusing.

"You laugh like that in your classroom, too? I thought you'd keep it in the clubroom," She said, returning my phone.

"Is my laugh really that bad? Why didn't you tell me earlier," I mumbled. I looked at Yukinoshita's contact that was now in my phone and blushed.

"I never said that, though I may have a different perspective about you than most people," Yukinoshita stated. I stared at her and contemplated what she meant by that.

"I don't know if I should take that as a good or bad thing," I thought, putting my phone in my pocket.

"Um, that's how it is, so…" We heard Yuigahama continue. "It's not like I don't like you, Yumiko. I hope we can still be friends?" Yuigahama wondered. Miura harshly closed her phone.

"Oh, really? Well, whatever," Miura responded without looking at Yuigahama.

"Sorry," Yuigahama apologized for the last time. "Thanks," She said softly. I looked at Yukinoshita, who had a smirk on her face.

"See? You can say it straight," Yukinoshita whispered, referring to Yuigahama. Yukinoshita began to walk down the hallway, leaving me standing there. I was so distracted watching her leave that I didn't even realize Yuigahama was coming out of the classroom.

"Huh?! What're you doing here, Hikki?! Did you hear that?!" Yuigahama frantically asked, pointing her finger at me.

"H-Hear what?" I tried to play dumb.

"You did!" She didn't buy it. "You spied on me! Gross! Stalker! Pervert! And, um..Gross! You're, like, way too gross," Yuigahama insulted.

"Could you at least try being a little polite?" I questioned, a little irritated by her insults.

"Huh? Why would I ever be polite with you now? And whose fault do you think that is, stupid?" Yuigahama shot back, sticking her tongue out at me. She noticed Yukinoshita down the hall and took off running toward her. I only watched and questioned myself.

"Whose fault? That'd be Yukinoshita's, right?"

—

With my hands in my pockets, I approached the clubroom.

"Hmm?" I hummed. Looking at the clubroom entrance, I saw Yukinoshita and Yuigahama peering at something inside.

"What're you up to?" I asked, walking up to them. They both jumped at my sudden question.

"Perhaps you can learn not to scare people," Yukinoshita griped, upset that I startled her.

"Well, sorry," I apologized. "So, what're you up to?" I repeated. The two girls looked at each other apprehensively.

"There's a suspicious person in there," Yuigahama informed.

"Huh?" I peered inside the clubroom using the crack in the doorway the two made. Looking inside, I saw a guy with white hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a trench coat and fingerless gloves, staring out the window with his back turned away from the door. Upon seeing his apparel, I immediately recognized him.

"Ah, shit. Not this guy," I thought. I backed away from the door to look at the other two.

"You're absolutely right. I think we should call the police," I told Yuigahama bluntly, not wanting to deal with him.

"We can't do that," Yuigahama said.

"Then you go talk to him," I countered.

"Me?!" Yuigahama screeched. Yuigahama was visibly frightened by the idea. Before I could say anything, a hum from Yukinoshita garnered our attention. She had her hand on her chin as if deeply in thought.

"Hmm. Hikigaya-kun might be right, Yuigahama-san," Yukinoshita said.

"I am?"

"He is?"

Yuigahama and I asked at the same time.

"Well, seeing as you are the most talkative of all of us, I believe it'd be best if you talked to him," Yukinoshita elaborated.

"B-But what if h-he's here cuz, like, he needs your help or whatever?" Yuigahama hypothesized. She had a point. We are the service club, after all.

"Yuigahama-san, am I correct in saying you wish to join this club?" Yukinoshtia questioned, to which Yuigahama nodded her head. "Then, if your theory is true, perhaps you could consider this your initiation," Yukinoshita stated.

Yuigahama and I looked at her, confused, but for different reasons.

"What is Yukinoshita up to?" I asked myself. I, for one, could tell she was planning something but didn't know what. A sudden gasp from Yuigahama brought me out of my thoughts.

"Do you mean it?" Yuigahama asked, all excited.

"If you do well, then I'll consider allowing you to join," Yukinoshita answered. A look of determination donned Yuigahama's face. She lightly patted her cheeks to motivate herself.

"Okay, I'll do it," Yuigahama said.

"Oh, and don't worry, Hikigaya-kun and I will support you from out here," Yukinoshita added. I inwardly chuckled to myself.

"Okay, she's definitely planning something," I reinforced.

Taking a deep breath, Yuigahama walked into the clubroom. Once she entered, Yukinoshita immediately brought me aside, specifically to the right side of the clubroom doorway, looking in.

"What are you up to?" I whispered. She answered my question by pinning me to the wall and planting her lips on mine. I reciprocated her affection. Our tongues fought for dominance; However, the lack of oxygen quickly halted our battle.

We stared at each other as we caught our breath. Yukinoshita's face was bright red, and I could feel mine was also. Before we could continue, we heard Yuigahama from inside the clubroom.

"Yukinon?" Yuigahama called out. A sudden smirk crossed Yukinoshita's face. She quickly peered around the right side of the doorway, only showing her upper body. Yukinoshita softly held the edge of the doorway to help balance herself. The way she leaned forward made her back arch slightly.

Upon seeing Yukinoshita, Yuigahama's qualms disappeared, but Yukinoshita wasn't too concerned about that. Yukinoshita peered back at me and gave me a look, saying, "You know what to do." And she was right; I knew what she wanted, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to give it to her.

"Who would've thought Yukinoshita would be so conniving and risque? And for some reason, I feel like it's my fault," I thought.

"Really?" I harshly whispered.

"What? I believe this is the best position for our current situation. This way, Yuigahama-san can still see me and not get suspicious," Yukinoshita explained, going back behind the doorway to cover her mouth.

"Now, shall we get started? It would be preferable we finish before Yuigahama catches on, yes?" Yukinoshita proposed. After she said that, I heard Yuigahama start talking with that guy. Her logic was loose at best, but I suppose she has a point.

"Although this is still a bit too risky for me, I suppose it's better than doing it literally right next to someone," I thought.

"A-Alright, let's make it quick," I said. Not wanting to waste precious time, I swiftly folded up her skirt, giving me access to her panties. To be most efficient, I simply pulled her panties to the side, exposing her already wet entrance.

I quickly undid my pants and took out my erection. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't want to fuck Yukinoshita. I simply prefer to do it in a more secluded and private place rather than in the hallway.

I aimed the tip of my cock at her entrance and slowly eased it in. I deeply exhaled as I felt the comfort of her walls around me once more. Yukinoshita covered her mouth with her hand to try to hide her pleasure and muffle her moan.

I gripped both sides of her slim waist with my hands. I continued plunging into her until my tip hit her cervix, preventing me from going any deeper. I then began to thrust in and out of Yukinoshita slowly. Despite wanting to fuck Yukinoshita quickly, I knew she needed time to adjust to my size before increasing my thrusting speed.

"Umm, Hikki?" Yuigahama called from inside the clubroom, causing my heart to skip a beat. I chose not to answer and have Yukinoshita deal with it.

"W-W-What's the matter, Y-Yuigahama-san?" Yukinoshita asked her. Yukinoshita tried her best to act natural, given the situation.

"This guy is asking for Hikki- Why is your face, like, all red?" Yuigahama questioned after seeing Yukinoshita's blushing face.

"Shit," I thought. Seeing as how we didn't have much time, I decided to speed up my thrusting, causing Yukinoshita to yelp in surprise and tighten her grip on the doorway to keep her in place.

"Wha?! Are you okay, Yukinon?!" Yuigahama asked frantically. I heard Yuigahama's footsteps approach us; however, Yukinoshita held out her hand, signaling for Yuigahama to stop.

I-I'm a-alright, j-just got a little s-startled. A-Anyway, H-Hikigaya-kun is a little…b-busy right now, s-so just keep…trying on your ow-own," Yukinoshita said, occasionally pausing and panting.

"Umm…Okay?" Yuigahama responded, still slightly confused. Yuigahama returned to helping the white-haired guy as I continued thrusting into Yukinoshita. Her walls greedily clunge to me, not wanting to let me go, just like before.

As much as I wanted to savor this sensation, I knew we didn't have the luxury of time on our side. I increased my speed and intensity even more, wanting to finish quickly.

Yukinoshita and I could hardly contain our moans. Yukinoshita was making a very lewd facial expression, clearly enjoying our love-making. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and crossed over, and her mouth even hung open, causing her to drool.

The sound of my pelvis hitting Yukinoshita's ass every time I thrusted deep inside her reverberated through the hallway. I wasn't sure if those inside the clubroom could hear it, but I figured not because no one said anything.

"Yukinon, this guy really wants Hikki. I think he, like, knows him or something. Also, what's that noise? And why are you all, like, shaky?" I heard Yuigahama ask.

"Fuck," I thought. Yukinoshita's body slightly propelled forward every time I thrusted into her, and Yuigahama finally caught on due to my change in intensity. Yuigahama's questions brought Yukinoshita back to reality, making her put her tongue back in her mouth.

"I-I-It's nothing. N-Now, just g-give him a…m-minute. I-I believe h-he's cumming, ahem, c-coming back s-soon, Yukinoshita answered.

"Huh? Where did Hikki go?" Yuigahama asked.

"H-He went to the r-restroom. H-Hikigaya-kun said it was…ur-urgent, s-so just keep distracting that guy," Yukinoshita made an excuse.

"Do I have to? He's, like, really weird," Yuigahama whispered.

"R-Remember what I t-told you?" Yukinoshita rhetorically questioned, referring to Yuigahama's "Initiation." I heard Yuigahama sigh gloomily.

"Alright," Yuigahama reluctantly said. As Yuigahama returned to talking with the white-haired guy, Yukinoshita's walls squeezed tightly around me.

"A-Are you about to cum?" I whispered. Yukinoshita subtly nodded her head in response. Knowing she was about to reach her climax, I got ready for the inevitable.

I heard Yukinoshita sharply inhale. Knowing she was about to moan loudly, I quickly slithered my right hand up her back and covered her mouth. I then pulled her back towards me until her back hit my chest, taking her out of the doorway. Yukinoshita leaned her head back onto my right shoulder.

Yukinoshita moaned into my hand, experiencing her climax. Her walls tightened with a vice grip, and her love juices coated my shaft, making her insides extra slippery. Due to the new level of pleasure, I, too, reached my climax.

I ejaculated hard inside her, trying my best to stifle my moan. I filled her womb with my semen for the third time. I made a small mental note to talk to Yukinoshita about getting condoms and continued cumming inside her.

After some time, I felt my orgasm subside. As my mind came down from its high, I heard Yuigahama speak up inside the clubroom.

"Yukinon?" Yuigahama questioned. I looked at Yukinoshita and noticed she hadn't yet come down from her high. With no response, I heard Yuigahama's footsteps start approaching us.

"Yukinon, where'd you go?" Yuigahama asked, her footsteps getting closer.

"Shit," I thought. I quickly pulled out of Yukinoshita and put my cock back in my pants. I then fixed Yukinoshita's panties and sat her down on the ground, facing away from the clubroom door.

"Yukinon- Oh, Hikki, you're back," Yuigahama said upon walking out of the clubroom and seeing me.

"Y-Yeah," I responded, acting like nothing unusual had happened.

"Hmm?" Yuigahama hummed, looking down at Yukinoshita behind me. "What's wrong with Yukinon?" She asked.

"I, uhh, scared her when I came back from the bathroom," I quickly made up some excuse. Yuigahama sighed in annoyance at me.

"Hikki, why do you have to be such a creep?" Yuigahama questioned. I simply shrugged my shoulders in response. Yuigahama stepped forward to get around me and help Yukinoshita; however, I swiftly blocked her path.

"She'll be fine; just give her a moment. Besides, have you dealt with that guy yet?" I asked, trying to change the subject. Yuigahama sighed again, this time not at me.

"No. This guy is, like, really weird, even weirder than you," Yuigahama said, walking back into the clubroom. I followed suit after taking one last look at Yukinoshita.

"He's here," Yuighama announced as I entered the room. Although Yuigahama tried to help this guy, he again had his back toward the door and his arms crossed. He chuckled to himself arrogantly.

"To think we should meet here! I've been waiting for you, Hikigaya Hachiman!" He declared, turning around and striking a pose.

"An acquaintance of yours?" I heard someone ask behind me. Yuigahama and I turned around and saw Yukinoshita.

"Yukinon!" Yuigahama whispered excitedly.

"Nope, never met him in my life," I denied her earlier question. I refused to look at the boy in the trench coat, hoping he would magically disappear.

"Oh, so you'd forget the face of your comrade? You disappoint me, Hachiman!" the white-haired boy said. He posed himself as if he was holding a sword in his hands.

"He just called you his comrade," Yuigahama mentioned.

"Indeed, comrade! Surely, you remember those hellish days as we charged through the fields together!" He stated, pointing at me.

"I may have been gym partners with him once," I reluctantly admitted, still refusing to look at him.

"Ah, what a vile tradition! To form pairs with whomever you like? I know not when I should meet my end! Never shall I look upon another with favor!" He expressed. I sighed in annoyance.

"What do you want, Zaimokuza?" I asked, finally looking at him.

"So, you do know him!" Yuigahama commented, hiding behind Yukinoshita.

"Who is he?" Yukinoshita asked me.

"I am the blade master general, Zaimokuza Yoshiteru!" Zaimokuza introduced himself, striking another pose.

"I think your friend wants something from you," Yukinoshita hypothesized, ignoring Zaimokuza's antics.

"He's not my friend," I swiftly denied.

"Indeed, I have no friends. Seriously, I'm a loner," Zaimokuza announced, mumbling the last part. "A question, Hachiman. This is the service club, is it not?" He asked.

"Yes, this is the service club," Yukinoshita answered his question.

"I thought so! If the words of scholar Hiratsuka are to be trusted, Hachiman, you are obligated to fulfill my wish! That I should remain your master after these hundreds of years. Perhaps the will of the Great Bodhisattva Hachiman is at work," Zaimokuza said. He strangely only spoke to me.

"The service club doesn't grant your wishes. It only lends a helping hand," Yukinoshita corrected him.

"I see, Hachiman! Assist me! Once we were on equal footing. Come! Let us once again strive to rule all of Japan!" Zaimokuza exclaimed, sweating. He once again specifically spoke to me and shied away from Yukinoshita.

"What happened to being my master?" I asked dryly.

"Ahem! Ahem!" Zaimokuza cleared his throat. "Such matters are trivial between us! This once, I shall allow…" he muttered towards the end.

Zaimokuza looked at Yukinoshita and Yuigahama and began sweating even more. He seemed nervous just from them looking at him. He turned to me, looking for solace.

"Why the hell are you looking at me?" I asked him.

"Hikigaya-kun, one second," Yukinoshita said quietly. She grabbed my sleeve and tugged on it.

"Cute," I thought. Yukinoshita leaned close to whisper into my ear. I slightly blushed at her close proximity.

"So, what is this "Blademaster General" thing?" She asked.

"It's called "Eighth-grade Syndrome," I answered.

"Eighth-grade syndrome?" She questioned further.

"You see, eighth-grade syndrome is when someone deludes themselves into believing they have superpowers. Most commonly found in people in their early teens," I explained.

"So, it's a disease?" Yukinoshita inquired.

"No, it's not a real disease," I told her, crossing my arms.

"That made zero sense," Yuigahama commented.

"So basically, he's acting out a character based on a fantasy in his mind?" Yukinoshita hypothesized. She held her chin with her left hand and her left elbow with her right hand.

"Yeah, actually," I said, surprised she understood the concept quickly. "Anyway, they just happened to have the same name, so his fantasy is based around the 13th shogun of the Muromachi Shogunate, Ashikaga Yoshiteru," I explained further. Zaimokuza seemed to be doing some magical spell while looking out the window.

"Why does he think you're part of his fantasy?" Yukinoshita asked. Yuigahama seemed weirded out by Zaimokuza's antics on the right side of Yukinoshita.

"It's because of my name. I share the same name as the Great Bodhisattva Hachiman, the god of war," I told her.

"I'm surprised. You know your history," Yukinoshita stated.

"You could say that," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Anyway, at least his fantasies are based on history. There's a lot worse out there," I continued.

"There's worse than that?" Yukinoshita wondered.

"Yeah," I confirmed.

"Just for reference, like what?" Yukinoshita requested.

"There are people out there who make up complete stories with lore about deities and such," I said, pretending as if I wasn't one of those people. I began to think back to when I cosplayed and kept diaries and government reports.

"Yukinon, get away from him!" I heard Yuigahama harshly whisper, bringing me out of my thoughts. Yukinoshita was now in front of Zaimokuza, with Yuigahama a few steps behind her, afraid something might happen to Yukinoshita if she got any closer. Meanwhile, Zaimokuza was in sheer terror from Yukinoshita talking to him.

"I think I understand. Your request is to cure you of your mental illness," Yukinoshitas said to Zaimokuza. Zaimokuza looked over at me in his time of need.

"I have come here to invoke my contract with you! Grant me my wish! This wish is truly noble-"

"I'm the one talking to you," Yukinoshita interrupted him. "When someone is talking to you, you face them," She scolded. Zaimokuza reluctantly faced her, mainly out of fear. He then laughed arrogantly to try and give himself a boost of confidence.

"By the heavens-"

"And stop talking like that," Yukinoshita interrupted him again.

"Wow, Yukinon," Yuigahama exclaimed, impressed by Yukinoshita.

"You want us to cure you of your mental illness, correct?" Yukinoshita asked Zaimokuza.

"Uh, well, it's not really an illness…" Zaimokuza drew out.

"Alright, that's..hmm?" I started to say until I looked down and noticed I stepped on a sheet of paper. It wasn't just one; multiple sheets of paper scattered across the floor.

—

"A manuscript for a novel?" I asked. Everyone else sat while I picked up all the paper on the floor and set it on a table. Apparently, they flew everywhere whenever Yuigahama opened the clubroom door, somewhat ruining Zaimokuza's grandiose entrance since he wanted me and not Yuigahama.

"Indeed. It's a manuscript for a light novel. I'm thinking of entering a contest for new authors, but I have no friends, so I can't get opinions on my work. Read it, please," Zaimokuza explained.

"I think you just said something very sad without any hesitation," Yukinoshita sighed, facepalming.

"There are sites where you can put these up. Just ask for comments on one of them," I told Zaimokuza.

"I can't do that. They have no mercy. If they condemn it, I may die," He said.

"Damn, you're weak. But you know…" I paused. Zaimokuza looked at me curiously. "I think Yukinoshita is more ruthless than those sites," I told him.

—

"This story revolves around a spatial rupture, known also as the "Dimension Driver"! Zaimokuza yelled while doing a series of poses. I hunched over to try and make myself smaller because I was embarrassed just from being next to him. He and I were at a crosswalk, walking home from school.

"Because of this event, the World Parliament determines they must access the Akashic records to…"

*Honk Honk*

Zaimokuza's voice faded out as I heard a car honking. Looking to my right, I saw the car in question passing us by. A small dog a lady had beside us started barking. The dog barking gave me flashbacks of an incident involving a car, a dog, and myself.

"Hachiman. Hachiman!" Zaimokuza shouted, bringing me out of my train of thought.

"Huh? Sounds boring," I responded to whatever he was describing earlier. I began walking across the crosswalk.

"Now, don't be so rash, Hachiman. The main heroine is in possession of the maul of the gods, the Gungnir Hammer!" Zaimokuza said, following suit.

—

I yawned while parking my bike, tired from reading Zaimokuza's stupid manuscript all night. I was zoned out until a backpack hit me.

"Morning, Hikki!" Yuigahama exclaimed. "Huh? You don't look so good. What's up?" She asked.

"Hey, come on now. You think anyone could read that…Wait, how could you read that and not be half-dead?" I realized.

"Yeah, totally! I'm, like, totally sleepy!" Yuigahama lied, pretending she was tired.

"You didn't read it," I said.

—

I slid open the clubroom door and saw Yukinoshita sleeping in her chair. I couldn't help but feel a little relieved, knowing I wasn't the only one who was up late reading the manuscript. I walked into the room, planning on waking Yukinoshita up.

"Good work," I said to no response. I couldn't help but stare at Yukinoshita. Everything about her is so elegant, even the way she sleeps. Yukinoshita opened her eyes and looked at me. We stared at each other momentarily, unsure of what to say.

"Good morning, Hachi-kun. I see you're here to wake me up like a good boyfriend," Yukinoshita greeted. How she said that with a straight face, I don't know, but I, for one, am blushing wildly.

"U-Umm, it's the afternoon," Was the only thing I could say. Yukinoshita looked at the clock and realized the time.

"Oh, it seems you're right."

—

"Now then! Shall we hear your opinions?" Zaimokuza said. With Yuigahama and Zaimokuza now here, we all sat in a circle. Yukinoshita was to my left, Zaimokuza was to my right, and Yuigahama was in front of me.

"I'm sorry. I'm not exactly familiar with these kinds of things," Yukinoshita mentioned.

"No matter! I wanted to hear the opinions of the common man as well. Say all you will," Zaimokuza responded.

"Alright," Yukinoshita began. "It's trash. In fact, it was painful to read. It was trashier than anything I've ever imagined," She stated.

"I don't know about that last part," I thought, referring to Yukinoshita's scandalous ideas. Zaimokuza grunted and held his chest in pain, hurt by Yukinoshita's harsh words.

"F-For future reference, could you perhaps elaborate on what was so trashy?" Zaimokuza questioned.

"First, you need to work on your grammar. Do you have to use hyperbaton in every sentence? The subject comes first in a sentence. Didn't you learn that in elementary school?" Yukinoshita elaborated. The more Yukinoshita talked, the more Zaimokuza looked to be in pain.

"It's to keep the writing simple and friendly to the reader-"

"You can do that by learning how to write in proper Japanese," Yukinoshita stated, quickly interrupting Zaimokuza.

"Now, as for kanji readings, you're abusing them. The characters for "Ability" can't be read as "Power." And there is no kanji even related to "Nightmare" in the name "Bloody Nightmare Slasher," Yukinoshita continued showing Zaimokuza her copy of the manuscript.

"No, you see, different readings are a feature of modern battle-"

"And why does the heroine take off her clothes here?" Yukinoshita asked, interrupting Zaimokuza again. While those were going back and forth, Yuigahama began to fall asleep while reading the manuscript for the first time.

"There is absolutely no need for that. It's sickening," Yukinoshita said. Zaimokuza yelped in pain.

"But without service like that-"

"And don't make people read a story you haven't finished writing. Maybe you should work on your common sense rather than writing skills." Yukinoshita criticized. Zaimokuza fell to his hands and knees.

"Alright, I think that's enough. Laying everything down at once is kind of, you know," I said, trying to reel back Yukinoshita.

"I still have quite a bit to say, but alright," Yukinoshita obeyed. "Yuigahama-san, perhaps you'd like to go next," She suggested. Yukinoshita calling her out made Yuigahama wake up in a bit of a panic.

"Umm…" Yuigahama began, unsure of what to say. "You know a lot of difficult kanji," she said. Yuigahama tried to compliment Zaimokuza, but it only backfired.

"N-Next, Hikki, go ahead!" Yuigahama yelled, knowing she failed at trying to cheer him up.

"Hachiman!" Zaimokuza cried out. He looked at me like a scared child trying to find protection. "You can understand it, right?" he asked me. I gave him a warm smile and looked him in the eyes, giving him hope.

"So, who'd you steal this from?" I asked him bluntly, crushing him. Zaimokuza began rolling around the floor wildly, causing me to stand up and pick up my chair.

"You're merciless," Yukinoshita said to me. We all watched Zaimokuza roll around the floor until he hit a wall.

"Hey," Yuigahama said, indirectly telling me to go talk to him. Walking up to him, I saw tears streaming down his face. I placed my hand on his shoulder to try to console him.

"Well, all that matters are the pictures anyway. The content's not all that big a deal." My statement seemed to have made Zaimokuza lose his soul.

—

"Will you read my writing again?" Zaimokzua asked us. We were now outside. It was late in the evening, and we were all leaving school.

"Are you a masochist?" Yuigahama questioned.

"You still got the balls to try again?" I challenged.

"Of course! It may be a fact that you condemned it, but I was still happy. Having someone read something I wrote and hearing their opinions is a nice feeling," Zaimokuza said.

"Alright. I'll read it," I assured Zaimokuza. I respected his will and determination.

"Farewell! When I've got a new one, I'll bring it to you!" Zaimokuza yelled, striking a cheesy pose. We watched as he began walking down the stairs.

"Yeah. This guy doesn't just have a case of eighth-grade syndrome. He's got a case of writer's syndrome, too. He writes because he wants to write something. And if it can move someone's heart, it makes him even happier. That's writer's syndrome. There's no need for Zaimokuza to change either," I thought.

As I was thinking, Zaimokuza made it down to the main gate. He then did some weird hand signals, like he was doing a magical spell. He had a look of pride on his face.

"Apart from how weird he is," I thought.

—

*A Few Days Later*

"My hips… M-M-My hips…" Zaimokuza stuttered. We were in P.E., and once again, I partnered with Zaimokuza. I was helping him stretch, but it was rather difficult with how big he was.

Zaimokuza was currently on the floor with his legs spread. I pushed his back, attempting to make him touch his foot or as close as possible.

"Hachiman, who's the best illustrator you know?" Zaimokuza asked out of the blue.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Think about that after you win the award," I told him.

"If it sells, think they'll make an anime, and I can marry a voice actress?" He asked. We were now back-to-back with our arms interlinked, pulling each other back and forth.

"Shut up. It's not happening if you don't write the story," I said. I struggled to pull Zaimokuza as he was much bigger than me. Unbeknownst to us, someone was watching us from afar.

"If it sells, think I can paint the town red every night?" He questioned further.

"Yeah, like you could ever paint anything! Keep dreaming!"

—

That concludes Chapter 2. I hope you all enjoyed it. I would appreciate any constructive criticism anyone may have as I would like to improve my writing skills.

Chapter 1 was very well-received, so I'm definitely going to continue this story. However, if you all haven't noticed, I'm very slow at updating, and I wanted to apologize. I'm a slow writer and very busy at times, but I try my best. With that being said, don't worry if I'm taking a while; I will eventually update my stories unless stated otherwise.