A FEW DISCLAIMERS.

- I do not own oregairu(or it's long name that I don't want to write)

-Nor the various reference to pop culture throughout the story

-IT'S NOT 100% HIKIGAYA. I made a story that dynamically revolves around ALL the main characters. I believe that the whole point of oregairu is not simply the characters, but the stories they tell the values they share.

-In case of mistakes(plotholes, grammar, spelling, etc), please forgive me. I am an amateur and I wrote this story on my own understanding of oregairu's characters.

-Reviews and comments are welcome. Flames, while I'll permit them, only show that you expect too much from small, fan made stories. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, THEN I DON'T CARE. It's my fucking story and I'll write it as I see fit.

-Hopefully you'll enjoy my rendition of Oregairu's sequel.

Chapter 1: The dead fish eyes teacher.

'Hey look, it's him'

'That guy? You mean that weird-ass one that harassed the prez during our cultural festival?,

'Yeah, he's even got the dead fish eyes like they say,'

Hikigaya Hachiman scoffed. In fact he did so audibly the girls stopped gossiping and hurriedly left. It had been like this way for over two months now. Ever since cultural festival incident, he went from the zero most known person in school to the most famous. But it wasn't the popularity that people normally wanted.

"Mutual Enemy" he remembered Yukino said. Yup, that was what he was, a mutual enemy of society. Then again, he always had been. Only that nobody realized it until now. But that didn't matter, because he was always alone.

Always.

As he entered class for homeroom he could feel the malicious stares from more than a dozen eyes on him. He looked round the class, only to catch the evil glares of of his classmates. His eyes fell on Yui Yuigahama, who quickly looked away. Hayama Hayato gave him a weak smile and Totsuka Saika waved at him from his table. Hikigaya's eyes lit up for a moment before going back to "dead fish" mode.

He couldn't care less about society. They were only dogs in a pack, desperately trying to prove themselves better than one another. Desperately barking and giving puppy dog eyes for attention, but useless overall. He sniggled at his ingenious observation as he sat down on his chair. Plugging in his iPod, he knew the best way to get through this crap is to be ignored. Better alone than hated.

Then again, he was both.

The bell rang and Hikigaya Hachiman walked out of class to head to the Service Club's clubroom. Of course, the only members were him, Yui and none other than Ice Queen Yukino Yukinoshita, the cutest, smartest, haughtiest and bitchiest girl in the world. But he had grown affectionate of her since they first met. Sure, there public acceptance was like heaven and earth, but in the end they had more in common than the whole school combined. Brushing the thought aside and allowing a small smile to decorate his face, he turned a corner, and;

Splash!

Hikigaya was dunked with a bucketful of water. Amidst the laughter of god knows how many delinquents, they pushed and shoved him as they ran away, leaving him stunned, soaked, and spiteful. His clothes were soaked and so was his bag(including his books, no doubt). At least it was clean pipe water. It could have been sewage, or worse. He shivered as he got up. Might as well head to the clubroom, he thought, as it was nearby. Better than getting hypothermia on the way back home.

His footsteps squelched in their soggy shoes as he entered the clubroom. To his surprise(and relief), it was oddly empty. The figure of Yukino Yukinoshita would usually be seated near the window, often with a book in her hands. But Hikigaya didn't complain. It was better if Yukino did not see him this way, dripping wet and cranky.

Luckily it was summer and the heat would help in drying him up. He took off his shoes and socks, dragged a chair and sat in the direct sunlight. Shielding his eyes with one arm, he sighed and was about to doze off when a towel was thrown on him. He was so surprised that he actually fell backwards off his chair.

'Go dry yourself up, you worthless idiot," said the soft voice of Yukino Yukinoshita. Hikigaya pulled himself free and looked at her with an annoyed look. He was about to speak when he was cut off by her.

'I got to know of the incident from Yuigahama-san. I thought I might as well get you a towel since I knew you were coming here. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't worried about you. I just didn't want to get the clubroom floor wet, which unfortunately, you already have' she sighed. Once again, she gave that stern look of hers that Hikigaya had grown accustomed to.

He just smiled and wiped himself dry.

He wiped his face and hair from the wetness and as he looked up, he was face to face with Yukino. She had an extremely worriedly look on her, which was out of place, like finding a polar bear swimming in a desert oasis out of place. What was even more out of place was about to come next.

Yukino hugged Hikigaya tightly.

Hikigaya awoke abruptly while crying out. He calmed his beating heart and heavy breathing. It was ages since he had a dream like that, much less one so vivid.

The water dunking incident did happen, but not all the weird Yukino worrying and hug thing. Hell, Yukino actually scoffed at him and made snide remarks that only hurt him. Only Yui fretted and worriedly overtly over him. But that was all in the past.

He's all grown up now. Maybe.

Hikigaya had failed his ambition to become a full time house-husband. He didn't even get married. Then again, who would marry him? He knew his dream was futile and now that his worthlessness was realized, he had to find another alternative.

He was still lazy and regarded society as a group of idiots holding the power of numbers. Therefore, even with a degree from an established university, he opted to become a teacher. To him, it was the most physically and economically efficient job, along with the fact he got holidays during school holidays. It was the job for him, in his opinion.

Deciding that he wasted enough time in bed, he got up, got dressed for work and walked out of the room to get breakfast when his sister popped up in front of him from the kitchen doorway.

'Yahallo!' she greeted. It was a stupid mix of "Yo!" and "Hello!" combined with a terrible English accent. Trends, he sighed.

'Onii-chan, going to work? Why don't you drive me to college?' she cheerfully asked.

'You know that I don't drive and that your college is halfway across town,' he remarked sarcastically.

'Whoops, I forgot, Tee-hee,' she cutely remembered. How can one be so cute yet airheaded at the same time, he wondered. Little sisters.

Indeed, his little sister had grown up and was now attending college. Still the bubbly, cute, annoying little sister as ever, it was as if nothing had ever changed.

But everything had changed.

Hayama Hayato was quickly becoming an important figure in the business sector. Can't blame him for his perfect everything. Yui was currently working as a kindergarten teacher. Luckily, her dream to become a cook had failed. Totsuka Saika had started his professional career as a tennis coach. Sometimes he would invite Hikigaya for a few rounds of tennis. He was still the cute, short, shorts wearing boy he always was. As for Yukino she had gone to study at a university overseas and they never heard a word from her anymore. She didn't even say goodbye.

But the past did not matter.

He had learnt that the hard way.

Finishing his breakfast, he walked to school. Of course, no one noticed nor greeted him, eventhough he passed through a throng of students. He was teaching at the same highschool he attended. No reason to go so far off.

'Morning Sensei,' a somewhat foreign voice greeted him. It was Yamato Yagami, the student who had recently been transferred to his class, as he was "too much of a delinquent and a threat to the social harmony of the class", or so his report read. To Hikigaya, Yamato looked like an average highschool student. Somewhat handsome, styled black hair(though it was short) and classically lazy. The few things that made him different from normal was the way he wore his attire( dapper, buttoned and somehow fashionable), a piercing stare overflowing with overconfidence in his eyes and a smile that was more of a smirk than anything else. Hikigaya didn't know why this boy greeted him, and he didn't care but he replied to his greeting anyway.

'Morning, Yamato' he bade. 'you should be heading to class, homeroom's going to start soon'. Yamato nodded and Hikigaya headed to the staff room to prepare for class as well.

He sat at his place and perused through the various files, documents and paperwork that littered his table. The more senior teachers had "conveniently" left the said paperwork to him as he was more junior. Sighing, he knew he'd better get started. His class wasn't going to start until after lunch, so he might as well finish whatever work he could.

So much for being a lazy, physically "efficient" job.