A/N: Once again, I return from the dead to oregairu. I'm sure most of you have seen me around the fandom, constantly reviewing and interacting with fellow writers on the side. I decided to take a short break from writing so I could get a grip on school, since let's just say I didn't exactly excel in some stuff. (Math) So I needed to get back into shape since I'm a retard and chose 2 sciences. That aside. I will try my best to update, midterms have just ended, and we have our 1st term exams to focus on in two weeks, but I will return soon after, and continue on the path to lonerism and self-destruction.

Also, I decided to try out a first person point of view from Hachiman, since I understand that's how the LN was originally written, and a lot of writers here follow that, so let me know if I did an alright job with it.

Anyway, let's start the story.

Hachiman was definitely a loner. This was no joking matter, on either end. He generally hated people, and backed away as much as he could. But a recurring factor in his life was that he had somehow ended up filthy rich. So naturally, when people see him back away from people, they admire his edginess rather than branding him a freak. No matter what he did, he always had a fanclub. Whether it be the guys, for his uptight attitude with dreams to become just like him, or even girls, who were looking past the dead eyes in factor of who he was and the fact that he actually had a fairly handsome face. However when it came down to it, he was a loner of his own accord.

A/N: Then why… IS HE BETRAYING HIS BRETHREN AND GOING ON A DATE WITH TWO BEAUTIFUL WOMEN TONIGHT?!

"Oi, shut up over there. I was doing a third-person monologue." said Hachiman to seemingly nothing.

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Hachiman First-Person POV

Well this is an interesting one. Getting to see into the head of the great bodhisattva Hachima-... Okay, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Anyway. I'm at a gripe here. If you must know, I am currently in the service clubroom after school. To the right are two girls that I have met with quite by circumstance. One being the girl that I am set to marry in a few years, and the other is a Yuri-Yuri girl here to steal aforementioned future-wife's heart. Well maybe that's an exaggeration, but you get the point. Now everyone else's mind, this is a classic Rom-com/harem that I have flung myself into, but no, I am not that lucky. One of the girls is here only for the other, and the other would rather kill me than have to spend an eternal lifetime with me. I actually fear for my life when I think of my future sister-in-law… I think I just wet myself. Oh well, always time to contemplate Seppuku later.

I turned to my gaze slightly to the left, where the *cough* gifted girl was animatedly chatting away with the raven haired one. It appears they have found some form of friendship.

But this is a one-sided adventure. Yuigahama is the kind of girl that can talk to anyone for hours with them not saying a single sentence. Because she is a nice girl. She can automatically get along with anyone. This is most certainly not new for her. Yukinoshita on the other hand, for her this is a new experience. She's at a loss of what to do, and this is probably her first friend in a lifetime. Right now, I can only wonder what form their friendship will take. Will it be close to something genuine shared by both of them? Or will it take the form of the cold reality that was once shoved in my face, with Yukino crying on the floor?

I was shaken out of these thoughts when a resounding knock was heard at the door of the service clubroom.

"Come in." came the voice from my left, being Yukinoshita. With a short glance towards her, my eyes averted to the door sliding open, with that another girl had entered the clubroom. Her appearance wasn't lost on me either. She had brown hair, perhaps a shade lighter than my own, in braided pigtails, two reds, and a pink clip here and there, with two beautiful big grey eyes etched on there for good measure, with a smile as if she was an angel of heaven itself.

Have I just fallen in love?

"Shiromeguri-senpai, good afternoon." was the formal voice of Yukinoshita. A third year, huh? She hasn't got much time left here… As I continued to monologue, Yuigahama quickly leaned towards me.

"Megurin-senpai is the student council president." She whispered before taking her seat. Oh, I see. Wait, you already gave her a nickname?!

"Well, excuse my poor manners. These are my new clubmates. This here is Yuigahama Yui-san, and that disgusting thing over there is Hikigaya-kun. If at any point you find him ogling at you, please don't hesitate to bring it to my atten-"

"Hallo-Hallo! It's nice to meet you both!" She said with a gigantic smile on her face, eyes closed and all. Wait… This bubbly attitude… Her smile… That greeting. My eyes darted towards my clubmate. Could it be…. That she was just another giant airhead?!

"Yahallo! It's nice to meet you too!" said Yuigahama, finding her enthusiasm once again. For some reason I feel the universe is going to implode now.

"Hello… Likewise…" I lamely responded to her earlier statement, closing the book in my hands and taking the cane off the table. From the corner of my eye I could see her staring for a second or two at the object before averting her gaze. Not that it bothered me, just something worth noting.

"Whenever it's alright with you Shiromeguri-senpai, we can get down your request. I assume you came here with one." Yukinoshita spoke again, quickly getting up to set down a chair for the 'client'.

"Right." She said, sitting down and coughing, so as to indicate her falling into a more formal state. "As you might know the School Cultural Festival is coming up. As the student council president, it would normally be my job to supervise and organize it. However with the upcoming exams nearing I was told by the school committee that I must choose a proxy to head the management of the event. I will be there to supervise the meetings, but I cannot busy myself with the planning."

"That is quite obvious, it makes sense that this is the case, it's quite normal when the president enters their third year. But the question remains, what is your request, Senpai?" asked Yukinoshita.

"Well I would like the Service club to contribute to the council in charge of the festival first and foremost."

"Is that really okay? I'm sure if you've heard of us you've also heard that we're not exactly errand boys, pardon my language." I said quickly. Anything to get less work at this point. This seems like it's gonna be a pain in the ass if I get involved… Especially for me.

"That's okay! I already got full permission from Hiratsuka-sensei!" Damn that old hag!

"Tch… That woman…" I verbally spit out.

"Is there more to the request?" continued Yukinoshita.

"Unfortunately yes… I would just like the small assistance of getting the word around for joining the committee for the event, as well as finding someone to be in charge of the whole thing… But I was wondering… If… Yukinoshita-san…?"

"What?" She asked, clueless.

"Isn't it obvious? She wants you to take responsibility of the event." I said, rather bored of the conversation by now, still a bit irritated by the work shoved in my face.

"... While I'm flattered, may I ask why?" She hinged on the answer almost as well as I did.

"Because your sister was the star student when senpai was in her first year." All eyes darted to me in the room, looking for an explanation.

"I know that Haruno, while on top of the grades, was not exactly the ideal student. She was often tardy, disruptive and participated in every school event. Naturally, she made friends with a lot of people." I said, closing my eyes as Haruno's face flashed through my memories. Why must I meet and care for such difficult people?

The President smiled. "Yes, that's right. But how did you know Haruno-senpai was friends with me?"

"I saw an old photo." I lied. If I gave her the real explanation where I happened to do an intense breakdown of each of their personalities paired with Haruno's 'mask' personality and her 'friends', she fits like no other. But I didn't want looks of pity or disgust if I had divulged this information. Also why do I feel light-headed all of a sudden? What is this angel doing to me?

"Are you close to Haruno-senpai then?" she asked continuing to smile at her memories, probably.

"Closer than I wish." I scoffed, not really serious.

"Um…. Moving back on topic… I think I am going to decline senpai. Thank you for the offer though, really, I am flattered."

"Oh… That's a shame." She said obviously feeling a bit disheartened. Yukinoshita! How dare you even remotely bring down this godsend of cuteness to-... What?

"But it's fine. The offer is always open if you change your mind until someone comes forward. Anyway, I'm sure that you must have other clients or club activities to attend to. I won't take anymore of your time." She said getting up and giving us a slight bow. The three of us gave our respective goodbyes to her.

"Don't worry though, I'll be sure to make it up to you for your work!" She said happily as she walked out the door with a final wave… Hah~ What an amazing girl.

"Hikigaya-kun…"

"Yeah?" I said absentmindedly.

"Are you blushing?"

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Later that evening, before the Kawasaki consult

Another day. Another event. Another reason to dress up. It seems it was a common theme to put up throughout my life. With my position in life, as the older of two heirs of a huge enterprise, it was often a common theme to get me up to speed on the lifestyle I was born into and how to handle myself. Despite being a useless disappointment, this was something that was drilled into my head.

Blue and Grey suits? Workplace.

Black? Formal events, and out-of-office client meetings.

Tuxedos? Formal events with people that have giant sticks shoved up their ass.

Brown? Business and Casual. Friday clothing, if you will.

Perfect for this occasion.

And so there I was in my boxers staring at the attire I had set out on the bed. A specially made designer slim fitting gold brown suit three-piece, without a shine, and a black shirt. Next to it, a black belt with a dark sky blue tie, and a gold collar pin for the shirt. Black socks and black shoes finally to wrap it up. Golden rule: Thou shall match the color of his belt to that of his shoes. Finally with a black leather strapped Rolex to finish the job, I was done. Time to put the damn thing on.

Some time later.

I'm not gonna lie. Wearing a suit gives me an air of confidence. I feel powerful, I feel like I have more control over everything. I'm not bigoted about my wealth, no. But I don't ignore it either. Putting on my long brown trench coat, and placing my wallet, I grab one of my brown canes from the stand at the door and decide to head out.

I don't even know what we're going to accomplish here, but at least I'm going to have fun doing it.

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The Ride there was uneventful, except for some chiding from Sakuya about 'protection' or something. I was caught in the immersive traffic and city lights around Chiba when I lifted my head as the tall new skyscraper entered my field of vision. The car came to a halt and I stepped out, Sakuya leaving, me giving her ample time to go grab a meal while I did… What was I doing here? Oh right… delinquent student at a bar to confront.

I was interrupted in my contemplation as a black car pulled up in front of me, tinted windows and all. Out of it came the two girls I found myself acquainted with over the last few days, dressed up in a similar style of attire. Yuigahama wore a red… Yukinoshita had a black...- Damn it, I don't know crap about women's clothing, what do you want me to say?! They look beautiful, I'm blushing, yada yada yada. Nice moment. Butterflies and all. You happy now?

I once again stepped out of internal monologue, a bad habit I was developing, when I noticed both girls staring at me, both rather red faced as well. Yuigahama was the first one to speak up.

"Hikki… You look… Nice." she said, rather heavily regretting her comment while averting her gaze. Huh… That wasn't entirely expected.

"Hikigaya-kun…" Not you too Yukinoshita?! After some mumbling the conversation entered a lull as fast as it started.

"Um… Thanks, you both look good as well." I said, only to hear a resounding comment from Yukinoshita.

"Creepy…"

"What was that?" I asked, half annoyed.

"Nothing." She said, immediately fixing her composure.

"Alright, let's go." I said beginning to turn around as they caught up next to me. We began our walk/limp to the security at the entrance over the marble steps.

"By the way, do you guys happen to have even a remote idea of how we want to go about this?"

"No, not really. But I'm sure she'll bring up some form of reaction we can build upon."

"Hm." I respond, limping through and of course as we walk into the reception area the management's eyes have found their way to me. I ignore most stares and just walk to the elevator. We step in and I press the button to the top floor. I can feel my stomach turn as we soar through several floors, therefore defying the force of gravity. When we make it to the top floor I open the door. Naturally I step to the side holding the door open, absentmindedly staring at the four sides of windows surrounding us, giving a wonderful view of the city of Chiba, from the lights of the neighboring buildings to the small shines barely seen on the outskirts of the city. I took off my coat as I let the two do their work, as obviously I have no idea what this… What was her name again? I remember it was something to do with motorbikes…. Honda? Well, whatever, as I was saying, I've never seen this Honda person before, so I let them spot her for me. I looked back with a shake from Yukinoshita.

"Hikigaya-kun that's her", she said, gesturing to the empty actual bar area, minus the bartender. Wait, what? I was expecting this to be a student with a drinking problem… She's diligently working a job? Hiding her age no less, to get a job at a bar AND at night. It must be for the pay-grade… These thoughts were obvious as I am sure they were running through even Yuigahama's head. With a small nod to both of them, we walked over to the bar and sat on the stools.

Her face turned visibly sour upon seeing us. After Meguri-Senpai left, we were visited by Hiratsuka-sensei and we filled her in on our visit tonight, and she told us about her own struggle dealing with the girl as her guidance counselor. Sensei even asked her to come to us, so she no doubt knows who we are and why we're here. Damn.

"You guys… What do you want?" Honestly, she was just working. Her face with the height, hair and eyes gave off that look of being a delinquent. And her personality screams, 'if you don't have something to say directly, don't say it at all.' Before Yuigahama would fail in her attempt to reason what with her attitude, I decided to go for the smartass approach, to try and make an attempt of pumping her for the information we needed.

What? I'm in a suit, I feel cocky.

"Right now, we're just your customers." I said, while slowly gesturing my finger to the side. She glanced to my pointing only to see who was probably her manager peering from the side, making sure that I got the top notch service. She scowled slightly again, before resigning with an irritated sigh.

"What will it be then?" she asked. Yuigahama and Yukinoshita dumbly stared at the menu, with floating question marks over their heads as they read the menus. Wait, was Yuigahama's upside down? It was quite expected. At a sky bar like this people stare at you like you're an idiot if you ask for a coke. So Yuigahama has definitely not been to a place like this before, and Yukinoshita probably not either.

"They'll have two Arnold Palmers." I said quickly, we were getting nowhere like this.

"And you?"

"I'll have a Roy Rogers." I said, wrapping up the conversation quickly. The manager on the sidelines visibly shifted, sighing in relief before going back to work. Turning to my right, Yukinoshita looked at me in a small thanks while Yuigahama had stars in her eyes at my 'ability'. Honestly the drinks themselves weren't even that special. Arnold Palmers are nothing but Ice Tea and Lemonade, and a Roy Rogers is just coke with grenadine, lots of ice and cherries.

It was about 5 minutes before we all got our drinks. I absently played with it, taking a sip every now and then, primarily staring into my phone. When Honda came back I decided to start my questions.

"Well you know we can't leave with no answers right?" I asked looking up at her. She stopped her rinsing of the glass as she looked at me with her classic delinquent look. I looked back with what I thought was an equal fire to match.

"Am I obliged to answer you?"

"Well normally no, but now we're here extending Hiratsuka-sensei's worry for you." She actually showed some guilt on her face for that, but didn't reply. Hm… Maybe she wasn't really a delinquent? Someone like me, perhaps?

"Why would someone your age need this much money anyway? Are your parents not paying for something you want or…?"

"No… That's not…" She tried to say, coming out as mumblings. No, she was definitely not a delinquent.

"Well, despite the reasons for it, it is our duty to advise you to stop taking this night shift, as it may end up stunting your education as well." said Yukinoshita.

"Yeah! It's important for your school life!" came from Yuigahama. Oi, are you really one to talk Yuigahama?

"I need it for…" She said quietly, but the ending of that sentence was a name. Kei-chan, if I heard correctly.

Ah, I see.

" Just more one question, do your parent's work a lot?" I asked, trying not to sound rude.

"If you must know, yes, they do." She said, fully expecting another meeting with Hiratsuka-sensei tomorrow.

"Alright. We won't bother you any further." I say, quickly gulping down the drink in my hand.

"But Hikigaya-kun, we've hardly-"

"It's fine, there's nothing we can do here. We'll talk at dinner, I'm starving." I said, putting down some money on the table, enough to cover the drinks and then some. I grabbed the cane under the bar and limped off to get my coat, them following me in confusion.

"Hikki…"

"Yeah?"

"That was 7000 yen…"

"Oh. I guess it was." Her eyes widened in shock as I walked away.

We then rode down the elevator. They accepted my proposal of dinner, and Yukinoshita called her driver just as we walked out the door, agreeing that I would call Sakuya over to wherever we happened to be.

As we waited in the brisk night time weather, I took out my phone, looking for Hiratsuka-sensei's number, which she gave us in case this Honda girl was drinking and needed a ride home. I pressed call and it rang three times before she picked up.

"Hello?" her voice came through the other end.

"It's me. I have a quick question. Does this girl happen to have any siblings?" I asked.

"Hah? That's a strange one, but yes, she does. She has a brother in the middle school in his final year, as well as a younger sister, who's registered to the primary school day-care, set on the waiting list for the primary school already."

"And her grades?"

"Well, she's doing mediocrely in her studies, but I advised and we agreed that she does cram school in the summer."

"Hm. Alright, thank you. That's all I needed to know. I'll explain the rest in club tomorrow." with that I hung up.

"Well Hikigaya-kun? What was it that you found?"

"Yeah Hikki! Cmon, tell us!"

"I figured it out with her parents. As you found out, she is most certainly not a delinquent. She's trying to save money for something. When she said her parents work full time, I could only assume it was because of the fact that she's from a fairly normal middle-class family, and Sobu High is a private school, not exactly cheap either. With the fact that she has siblings as I confirmed with sensei, her parents are probably working hard for their three kids to receive the same standard of education. She then arrived the situation where she found that her grades were slipping, and she was advised to attend the cram school over summer, which again, does not come cheap. She's saving up for that. She's not doing anything wrong, she's just trying not to be a burden for her parents and siblings."

"Wow…" said Yuigahama, amazed.

"That's quite impressive Hikigaya-kun." I could only question the contemplative look Yukinoshita gave me as we continued to wait. She was judging me over something. Over what, I don't really know. The car arrived soon and we were going driving around the east side of the center looking for something to eat. My eye caught something as we stopped at a signal.

"There." I said pointing my finger at a restaurant at the corner. Both girls looked to where my finger pointed.

"...Saize?"

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Both of them sat across from me as we ate the respective meals we ordered, me wasting no time eating down this delicious godsend.

"Hikigaya-kun… I still can't imagine how someone from your family would ever stoop to the level of eating at a place like this…"

"Yeah Hikki! I thought you'd only be interested in gourmet meals!" She said, pronouncing the 't', which she was chided for by Yukinoshita right after.

"You know, I myself didn't exactly live lavish outside of home. It's somewhat tradition in my family to restrict the kids until they reach a certain age. Hell, until I was 14, my allowance was 6000 yen for an entire month. Then comes the car, plane, stupidly high allowance. Just because I was rich didn't mean my parents let me live the life of a prince. Humility is one of the only lessons the family enforces. Naturally, my mind turned to Saize. It's cheap, and tastes good. It's all about enjoyment per dollar!" I said with what I can assume is only a ridiculous look on my face, and continued eating.

"But still… Saize is a bit…" Yukinoshita tried to form an argument between bites, but it was lost on her in the end so she just gave up. Just then, Yuigahama spoke up.

"Guys! My parents told me they're in the area for dinner and they're gonna pick me up." she said, apologizing several times to both of us about leaving early. After about 5 minutes, she left, leaving me and Yukinoshita to talk. We decided to order a round of green tea before heading out. And we quietly sipped it making some small talk and the usual insults before we lulled into silence.

"You know, Hikigaya-kun… There's still so much we haven't spoken about concerning our... arrangement."

"Engagement." I corrected.

"Yes… That. My parents have called us in sometime in the next month. About what is expected of us in the years leading up to our graduation."

"Hm. I'm not worried, just a bit confused… Don't worry Yukinoshita, One of the perks about being with me is… I don't listen to anyone. I'll counter each and every thing they expect of us, because that's just how I am."

"I'm not worried either, since my father will be there… My mother alone is a different story."

"Hm… I have a question Yukinoshita."

"Yes?"

"Why did you decline Shiromeguri-senpai's request to lead the council?" I asked her. In truth, I knew full well the answer to the question, but I needed her to have some form of confrontation.

"There's a rebel in all of os Hikigaya-kun. I am doing it simply because if I do exactly what my sister did, then I am not my own person. That… is my goal. To be my own person." She said with a rather unknown determination in her eyes. It was then when I understood her judgemental look earlier.

It was a question to herself. It was a serious questioning, her contemplating my skill and analysis of the situation. How I went about it, how distant I was, how I paved my way through to the answers.

She wanted to know if whether I liked it or not, this skill was planted by my parents the same way Haruno was and is puppeted to this day. She wanted to know who I am. Whether I was Hikigaya Hachiman… Or whether I was just the heir to the name of Hikigaya. And I can't exactly blame her. After all…

I still have the same question lingering over her. Who are you really, Yukinoshita-san?

And So, the Service Club enjoys its first days.

A/N: Oh boy that took me a while… 4500 words… I was expecting it to be 3000. Well yeah, the next chapter will be snippets of the service club taking on random requests and other stuff from the anime, like the tennis match between Yukino and Miura, Totsuka, etc. Just some lighthearted stuff and establishing some relationships between our Hachiman and the supporting cast. We'll get into the Summer camp and culture festival soon, which I really look forward to.

Anyway. I'm finally back. And I have 4500 words to compensate for my lack of trying. Sorry guys, but I hope you like the new writing style and me somehow finding ways to make this stuff this long…