Chapter 6: Return to Sobu (Part 2)

Hikigaya Hachiman

Huh, my expectations were proven wrong. I was pretty much finished with my homework in just over a half hour into club time. Breezed through writing short responses and finished enough of the math and science problem sets to get a decent grade.

What a shockingly productive afternoon it's been! It helped that Yuigahama's attempts to have a conversation with me fell flat when I only gave her one word responses to work with. What do I have planned to get through this month's mandatory curfew you ask? Ha, I don't think you'd be able to handle the truth. Even Hiratsuka-sensei struggles whenever she sees me.

Studying. Be satisfied with that answer.

After the first five minutes, Yuigahama got the hint and switched over to texting on her phone as I scribbled away. Perfect for this kind of atmosphere… imposed on us both by the big elephant in the room.

There was a reason, after all, why I wasn't being nagged or icily admonished for using club time to finish other work.

Stunningly, Yukinoshita Yukino was sound asleep in her seat. Presumably since the moment she arrived plopped down. This meant there was no 'authority' to nag me into reading one of my novels to pass the time instead. Thus, I took full advantage of our leader's current slothful state.

Yuigahama prevented me from greeting Yukinoshita after I followed her into the club room, signaling me to stay quiet. Like an idiot though, she contradicted her previous, considerate action by asking me about my day and plans...

I get you were excited to finally pester someone else after a long week of playing second mother to this girl, but try to read the room, yeah? It was quiet. Not the kind of 'quiet' I preferred, since it's more suffocating than calming. But quiet nonetheless. So we should put the effort in keeping it that way.

I put my homework away, exhaling as I leaned back into my chair. Yuigahama continued smiling at her phone, humming quietly to herself. That cheery mood most likely had something to do with her resurrected clique… whom I'll be meeting up with later, against my will.

Now isn't that an amazing time to look forward to?

Foiledagain. So much for coming back to Sobu and staying late for this club. I won't have a chance at getting anything out of Yukinoshita until Yuigahama wakes her up at the end, if that. Some intel about Haruno-san's start as Yukinoshita Construction's new CEO would have been nice. That's the main reason I stopped by today. Not to mention getting over with the annoying pleasantries that a reunion entails.

Really, I just wanted to rip off the bandaid as quickly as possible. But looking at Yukinoshita now, with her head clutched between her forearms, long, black hair draped messily over the table, only slightly moving to take slow, deep breaths, I knew that was impossible.

Were I to get close and part Yukinohita's eyelid, like some creep, I'd totally find her to be in blissful REM sleep.

Ha. How's that for rhyming, Yuigahama?

I wouldn't dare however, especially not in the ugly, pitiful state they were in. The area around Yukinoshita's eyes were puffy and red, suggesting she cried to herself beforehand. Yuigahama had seen this too, leading her to lightly pet Yukinoshita every now and then, exuding her sympathies like a pro.

Still wasn't sure what I was doing here… I might as well have gone home and watched my brat sister pet Kamakura's fluffy ears.

"Psst, Hikki."

I quickly turned away from Yukinoshita.

"Before you accuse me of anything, I wasn't star—"

She ignored what I was saying and quietly sashayed around the table, stopping by my right side.

"I have to go to the bathroom. Watch over Yukinon 'til I get back, okay?" she said, her legs shaking in place.

What are you, five? Why the hell are you telling me? When you gotta go, you gotta—wait!

I shoved a thumb over to the sleeping Ice Queen.

"Hold on, what if she—"

"Mou—I can't wait, Hikki!" Yuigahama whispered, her voice high pitched.

Yuigahama sauntered over to the door, looking back at me just once. I must have looked like an anxious schoolboy, because she threw me a few words of encouragement.

"Don't worry, you can do it!"

With just that and nothing else, I was left alone behind closed doors, entrusted with the welfare of Sobu's Ice Queen pariah.

No, even that was an exaggeration.

This wasn't me protecting Yukinoshita, much less interrogating her, as I initially intended. Rather, I was now babysitting a girl my age. Not just any girl—freaking Yukinoshita.

Why, Kami-sama?

Yukinoshita stirred lightly in her seat, snuggling herself just a bit tighter. I eyed her a bit before turning away from the sight, hoping Yuigamama would quickly return. I was done for the day—I didn't want to stay to waste time like this.

What did Yukinoshita expect? More headpats? No way was I gonna try to do it myself—I'd get caught and then forever labeled a pervert…

I wasn't up for this consolating duty and I'm starting to realize that's alright. I expected some tension and perhaps more guilt for upping this girl's fragility today, but nothing close to this. This isn't something I would ever relish or express sympathy over.

The closer club time came to an end, the more my anxiousness was sapped away. Indifference was taking over. Yuigahama, your expectations of me were wrong—I'm not some saintly, reliable savior. I can only spare so much pity before things start turning in the other direction.

Right now, my opinion is that Yukinoshita has become really… pathetic. Hmm. No, even that's way too harsh for me to say. It's probably my nerves getting to me. I should calm myself down somehow.

The girl stirred again, uh no, she shivered and I quickly figured out the reason why.

I carefully got up from my seat, walking over behind her to shut a slightly open window. I know the dolt that left for the bathroom didn't open it, so that just left the girl who sat closest as the perpetrator.

Yukinoshita, that was a stupid decision. Inducing yourself to sleep by freezing yourself opened everyone else here to the risk of a cold. At least provide us with some warm tea before pulling a selfish move like that. I see a lot of tea bags available, so there's no excuse. Paper cups are right beside the kettle too… might as well brew some up.

Green, chamomile, and red tea were available, but no black tea in sight. Delightful. I wasn't privy to any luck this entire day so why did I think now would be any different?

I decided on drinking chamomile instead and started heating things up. It was impossible, however, to ignore Yukinoshita whimpering right behind me.

Almost immediately, I turned myself around and saw Yukinohita struggling on the desk. Her head was deeply nuzzled within an arm, the other one stiff and outstretched across the table, as if she yearned to grasp an object.

Things got much worse and I started to panic, gripping myself together to find a solution. She alternated between hyperventilating like crazy and mewling like she was in pain! But there was nothing to indicate this was the fault of an external factor, which narrowed things down!

I took a tentative step forward and cautiously clutched the wrist of Yukinoshita's free arm with my right hand. She reacted immediately to my touch, trying to wriggle away, but I held it firmly until she quit resisting. A half minute later, I determined her heart rate had spiked to roughly 150 bpm, meaning she's experiencing either a panic attack or a night terror.

Well, I'm no expert. For all I know, it could be both...

No, no.

What do I do?! I was never arsed enough to learn the school nurse's number—hold on! Hiratsuka-sensei's number was definitely in my phone and I could even recall it by heart. No, this isn't me bragging to myself! She's a terrible contact to have.

Ah, shit.

I tried reaching for my smartphone after releasing Yukinoshita but the unexpected happened. That is, Yukinoshita's arm convulsed instantly and she managed to grasp my right wrist with her palm, bringing me in closer than I was comfortable with.

Let me go, you. I have to call Hiratsuka-sensei for your sake—

"Oka-oka," she uttered, her voice hard and thick.

Oka? Wait, what are you saying?

"Okaa-san, please," Yukinoshita croaked, her eyes still shut.

…

Unbelievable.

Yuigahama, Hiratsuka-sensei, even Haruno-san was needed here more than I would ever be. Yukinoshita was still shivering to herself, breathing hard and with no sign of her stopping anytime soon.

I… I can't even imagine crying out for motherly comfort from one of the most detestable, evil women this country has ever spawned.

Yukinoshita Yukari… being a doting mother? That's a sight I don't think even exists. Even her oldest, Haruno-san, is a two-faced snake with intentions that are only marginally innocent. And yet you still chose to cry for your crooked mother…

I'll be honest, seeing Yukinoshita writhing under me was downright uncomfortable. There was nowhere else to look but right at her face,where her features continued to tremble.

Her porcelain skin was marred roughly along the edges of her eyes. No doubt she's rubbed away many instances of tears in the past week. Those cheeks of her looked slack and her lips, which parted for her shallow breaths, were pale and hideously chapped.

I knew this look all too well. I was bearing witness to a girl who was… dying. Deteriorating from within.

Yukinoshita was never one to become a part of the many circles formed around her, but she had still always merited a favorable impression amongst her peers. And now? The tiny society of Sobu is disgusted and frightenedby this petite, doll-like girl of all people. Not even a criminal, just a young academic with a gross sense of noblesse oblige. What a frightening monster, huh?

Why is it that the path to justice causes pain? A pain that will last a generation because of what I did. Why? Wasn't the point of me becoming Huntsman was to prevent people from going through what I did? It astounds me that justice must always be put first before revenge. As if they aren't two sides of the same coin.

What came to mind was that, because of my many shortcomings, I could only manage to bring a sword instead of peace. I've forcefully divided you from your mother and father—plucked away the acceptance of your peers, all for the sake of my justice.

It doesn't even end there. Chiba is being pillaged by its own people while I'm inside this cushy school, letting you cling on to me. You being none the wiser about my part as Huntsman is necessary, but it doesn't bring me pleasure. In fact, I feel oddly disgusted.

Yukinoshita… to see you suffering a great, lonely kind of pain is a feeling that I can understand…

...

Stop.

I tore my gaze away from the doll, so to speak, grunting in frustration.

Don't go there, Hachiman. Your 'scout's honor', remember? Making this mission personal would cause it to become more of a hindrance than it should be. Chiba deserves someone stronger than that, or else peace will be an impossibility.

With this in mind, I looked down at my wrist and hardened my eyes.

I'm not your mother, Yukinoshita. I'm also not one to coddle others, no matter what Yuigahama thinks. I'm a... selfish guy by heart and, right now, I'd rather you let go of me and wake up from this night terror.

"Get up, now," I demanded.

I pried her fingers off me, breaking free from Yukinoshita's tight hold. Her face squinted hard as if she was disturbed, but it wasn't enough. So I firmly grasped Yukinoshita by the shoulder and shook her left and right, ignoring her tiny cries.

"Yukinoshita. Yukinoshita!"

Wake up.

"Oi, Yukinoshita!" I said loudly in her ear.

Finally my efforts bore fruit as Yukinoshita awakened, desperately gasping for air. I let go, but not before lightly pushing her back into her seat and taking a step back myself.

Breathe easy yourself, Hachiman. Brace yourself.

Her eyes were red and bulging in fear, turning in every direction until she was finally fixated on my person. She carefully looked up, flinching hard when our eyes locked on.

Caught you off guard, huh? Not the kindest face to see upon waking up, I know, but you can blame Yuigahama later for that.

"...Yo," I said, nodding once to her.

"H-Hiki…" Yukinoshita stuttered out, her petite limbs trembling together as she withdrew further from me.

Not that I was a raving conversationalist, but saying anything was better than just standing here while being looked at as if I were a ghost. Scooting your chair back was a bit over the top, don't you think? What I'd give to hear what that nightmare of yours was about. Well, only a hundred yen tops, honestly.

I cleared my throat, lunging after the first stupid thing that came to mind.

"...Hiki? That's what Yuigahama calls me. She's already annoying for doing that, so don't make it a habit yourself. I mean it."

Once again, her eyes widened and she rushed to respond.

"W-What? No… I…"

Nothing after that. Surprisingly, Yukinoshita's voice was still faint and she waved her arms apprehensively. Suffice to say, she was still lost for words at my sudden appearance. So, this meant I was to be the driver of this conversation. Me.

This was a strange position to be in and I had nothing helpful in mind. I suppose Yukinoshita needed a reminder of the kind of person she's been all year? Was this what Yuigahama meant by helping? What a pain.

Suddenly, a loud whistle erupted directly behind us. I turned to the kettle, annoyed that it got the jump on me, while Yukinoshita recoiled harshly as expected.

Relax, it's just boiled tea.

I broke away from this awkward pause, turned off the kettle, and made the last preparations for my brew. A few spoonfuls of sugar couldn't hurt—neither would a little 'salt' thrown Yukinoshita's way.

"...I expected worse from you, Yukinoshita. Some biting insult whipped up on the spot. Like how I'm arrogant for expecting 'decent' people to remember my name… or, maybe, how I'm an awful delinquent for last week's absences."

I finished poking at Yukinoshita with my light tirade to no avail. Not once had she stopped eyeing me from her seat like a frightened animal. I mean, I could actually feel her eyes boring into me.

Well, at least the tension was halfway replaced by an air of confusion. Not exactly what I intended though. Perhaps I laid it on too thick—just 'listen' to her response.

"..."

Nothing but silence. Her body language indicated she was partially relieved by me just casually talking around her, I guess. That was some measure of a step forward—go me!

I ignored her discomfort, placing her usual teacup and saucer right in front of her. She stared at the drink in confusion.

"It's chamomile. Calms the nerves, supposedly," I explained, pouring myself a cup before going back to my seat and giving her space.

Yukinoshita nodded at that, seemingly agreeing with my bit of tea trivia. She took in its scent, raising the teacup close to her face before gently blowing away the steam.

"...Th-Thank you," Yukinoshita mumbled so softly I could hardly make it out. She moved her lips, as if to repeat her words again, but I waved off the attempt.

"You're welcome…" I told her, scratching the back of my neck. "Um, you looked like you were having a nightmare."

"I… yes. I was," Yukinoshita confessed, before taking a sip.

She looked around herself again, brushing herself in place. Again the girl drew short, anxious breaths, her eyes darting left and right as if she couldn't locate something important. Chamomile just had to be slow at its supposed function, huh?

"Yuigahama's in the bathroom. You were jerking around so I decided to wake you up, that's all. She should be back soon," I explained to her.

She turned to me a bit too quickly before processing my words.

"I see. F-Forgive me for the trouble."

That stutter is slowly going away. I'm quite pleased she was finally speaking full, coherent sentences instead of babbling.

"No trouble at all," I lied.

I'm sure she didn't believe that. She looked away right after, taking in a few more cautious sips of her tea. Just forget about this no matter what, Yukinoshita. It's best if Yuigahama didn't find out about what just happened, so that I could escape any further expectations from her.

My intentions were selfish. Everything was for my work. In fact, I should have continued the conversation somehow for that purpose. Perhaps I could have feigned interest in Yukinoshita's dream of her mother and went from there to other people of interest.

Like her sister.

But any attempt made now would come off as obvious fishing, so beating around the bush wasn't an option. Neither was forcing Yukinoshita into this topic when Yuigahama could walk in any minute and derail everything as usual.

I possessed neither time nor charm—today's meeting was my loss. At this rate, it'll take a good month to squeeze any valuable information out of Yukinoshita.

"W-Welcome back, Hikigaya-kun. M-My apologies for not saying so earlier…" Yukinoshita said during our silence, timidness returning to her voice.

Can't say it's good to be back, since that would be another lie. What I can be honest about is how irritating it is that your demeanor's regressing once again.

"Yeah, though you're over a half hour late on that. I guess catching Z's is a new club activity?" I asked with clear sarcasm. Even pointed at my wristwatch for added effect.

Yukinoshita's face turned red in embarrassment and it was, admittedly, a rare sight to behold. A moment passed and she still didn't offer me a response, opting to brush her hair to the side. She even wiped her forehead with a silk handkerchief retrieved from her pocket.

Unlike when my mother did that, I didn't see any makeup smudges on Yukinoshita's piece of cloth. No black or beige marks, just an awful amount of sweat accumulated from her head. However, I don't think any amount of makeup in the world could conceal how unkempt this girl appeared.

"Hey, I'm all for using club time to sleep. So I'll remember to bring a pillow tomorrow. I'm more than fine with you retaining Yuigahama as a personal ear scratcher," I continued.

Yukinoshita straightened her posture and breathed slowly, but refused to meet my eyes. Did I lay it on too thick again? Well, there's a purpose for that… assuming she's the type to fight back when cornered like an animal. In her current state, however, she was nothing more than a frightened kitten.

Hopefully I'm right on the money with what I'm about to do.

Again, she spoke softly.

"No… there's no truth to that. I don't… I regret letting myself fall into such a state. Y-You have my apologies—"

Yukinoshita was interrupted by a shuffle near the entrance, the door opening to reveal the club's missing third member. Just when it seemed like the former ice woman was going to scrounge up an argument…

Ah, look at that, I guess I brewed tea for no reason. Yuigahama took it upon herself to buy drinks for everyone. What a kind gesture. I mean—that can of Max Coffee is for me, yeah?

"Hey Hikki, you like this sweet stuff right?"

Nice.

"—Yukinon?! You're awake!"

Pinkie sprinted over to give Yukinoshita a lover's embrace, which was surprisingly met with little resistance. Not to say Yukinoshita totally reciprocated her friend's touch. Actually, based on her stiff exterior, Yurigahama might as well have hugged an ice sculpture.

"My bad, did I interrupt? It's been so long since Hikki's been here, right Yukinon?" she pointed out excitedly, letting go to take her seat.

"Yes, that is true… and, well, Hikigaya-kun and I were just—"

Yukinoshita paused, glancing in my direction. Was she waiting for me to deflect or take control? What's so difficult about telling the truth?

Heh. A lot of things.

"It's simple. I was just calling Yukinoshita out for sleeping on the job, that's all," I said nonchalantly.

Apparently, that wasn't the most tactful line I could've spoken. Yuigahama's eyes popped out at me.

"Hikki, it's no big deal. Yukinon was just tired," she said, her voice strained.

I understand that, I'm tired too! But I was about to try something inspiring on Yukinoshita right before you interrupted us, Yuigahama.

Nothing that'd land me in the back of a police cruiser, mind you. In fact, you just might thank me later for the results. Thinking logically, there's nothing better for a reputed ideologue like Yukinoshita to get riled up than a villain in bloom.

And I'm feeling extra springy today.

"Hey, I'm not the one who always goes on about how imperative it is to be an exemplary member of the Service Club. That's always been her favorite statute," I told Yuigahama, eyeing at the other girl in the end.

Well, are you really gonna take that from me?

"I…" Yukinoshita trailed off again, her spirit still nowhere to be seen.

Yuigahama jumped in her stead, struggling to use an assertive tone.

"Everyone deserves a break, y'know?"

"Normally I'd agree. But frankly, Miss President here deserves to be scrutinized when she's being a hypocrite."

Hell, I'm being awfully relentless. Yukinoshita is the subject but Yuigahama is the one I'm arguing with. Surely Ice Queen has to realize these two conditions should be mutually exclusive.

"...He isn't wrong, Yuigahama-san," Yukinoshita admitted, trying to mediate between the two of us. Much to my disappointment. As expected, her timid approach was ignored by even Yuigahama herself.

"Yukinon isn't a hypocrite! Just let it go, she didn't mean to—"

"She seems to disagree with you, Yuigahama," I pointed out, keeping calm.

That seemed to have hit back harder than Yuigahama's outburst, encouraging her to settle down. My point was to constantly put Yukinoshita on the hot seat, thinking this would be a good moment. However, only Yuigahama moved to speak again.

"That doesn't mean you're not being harsh about it. Why? Why can't you understand…" Her voice wavered.

Your quivering lips aren't going to work on me. You really don't understand what I'm trying to get at here huh, Yuigahama? Well, if this eludes you, then perhaps I can get away with something else that will go over your head but not for the girl you're answering for.

"Yuigahama, she definitely could formulate better, more substantial arguments in defense of herself than what you've offered. Merely observing that I'm being unkind by your pitiably low standards? I hardly even care to refute that weak, irrelevant point," I said, waving in dismissal.

"Hi-Hikigaya-kun…" Yukinoshita called out my name first, somehow having followed that ugly jumble of words I brought together with my internal thesaurus. All to put Yuigahama down right in front of her.

Yuigahama looked every bit as lost as I expected, awakening a bit of remorse within me when her eyes slightly glistened. She was dumbfounded over what my words meant, but took it as an insult anyway.

Hurting Yuigahama like this wasn't in the initial plan—should I call things off?

...

No, I couldn't stop here. Either you step in with something substantial or you don't step in at all. That's how it's always been in the Service Club, Yuigahama. For someone who's "in love" with this group, you never really understood that.

Yukinoshita and I always preferred to cut through bullshit and clashed with one another. Nothing held back. Now that she's too timid to do so, too timid to even defend you, her only friend… is there nothing left to be expected?

I didn't want to believe that, even if I brought Yukinoshita down there myself as Huntsman. I suppose I... I wanted to have my cake and eat it too? That can't be… this is for Chiba. I know it. It has to be that way.

I feigned an obnoxious snicker. The kind that little shits do when they've successfully turned the entire class on you.

"It's quite freeing. To get away with saying this much is… refreshing."

From the corner of my eye, I did finally see a glint of disdain for me coming from Yukinoshita. But I was too eager to confirm this. Me turning to meet her eyes was a mistake, as any confidence she was gathering just broke down instantly.

…Damn.

What was this, like, my third swipe and no significant parry from either girl? What's going on here? Holding out for another hero, Yukinoshita? No desire to launch a counterattack? What's it going to take? Me whipping out my phone and taking a picture of you pathetically staring at your cup of tea?

…Maybe I'd pull that off if it didn't look like Yuigahama was going to murder me any second now. She was clenching her fists, looking ready to give me a wallop. No good. I can't have that happen—pushing a frenzied Yuigahama off of me would be more trouble than it's worth.

"You can be free somewhere else then. I'm sorry Hikki, maybe it's best if you leave today," Yuigahama said coarsely.

And the curtain falls. It was time to leave. My strategy didn't work out, however, there was a silver lining to all this and my opening was here and now.

Let's end things here, yeah?

"Now you're speaking my language, Yuigahama," I haughtily responded, getting up as I quickly retrieved my papers into my bag. "Don't expect me to wait at the bike racks either."

"...Jerk," she called me.

Yuigahama wasn't wrong. I even had half a mind to snatch the Max Coffee can as I left, but thought better of it. Lesson learned, don't cut off a bridge until you've received all desired goods from the other side.

"Hey, I'll save you the trouble of doing this everyday by staying away for the rest of the term, and ever," I told her instead.

Hell, it felt surreal to address Yuigahama instead of Yukinoshita as the one in charge, but it is what it is. She jumped up, somehow surprised that I would just quit that easily.

"You—"

"What?" I interrupted Yuigahama. "Don't tell me you didn't expect this to happen one of these days. It was inevitable. Always was."

Yuigahama backed down easier than I thought she would. Perhaps she was tired of arguing for two. Ah well, this was probably the last time for us, Yuigahama. Whatever I tried to pull in the last five minutes with my off-putting behavior failed miserably. Yukinoshita was a lost cause and there would be no benefit to either of us being in each other's company. I've more than overstayed my welcome and it was time to depart for good.

In regards to keeping tabs on the Yukinoshita family, I'll gain much better results working from the ground up and afar than by sticking around and coddling a fragile girl with nothing to say.

As for the guilt I've been feeling… I'll get over it. An epiphany might spark in the future. The members of the Service Club and I will just be strangers to each other when it does. And if nothing gives? Well, it would be a testament to people's inability to change and move on. Thus, proving that I was always right, since the first day Yukinoshita and I met here.

"Funny, I guess this leaves Hiratsuka-sensei's first request thoroughly unfulfilled, leaving me… the victor," I stated in a tone that was neither joyous nor sorrowful.

Really, they were just the last two cents I had to offer and neither girl seemed to care enough to respond.

Stepping out of the club room for one last time was easier than I thought it'd be. Probably because I've already done this twice when Isshiki was still around. Not sure if making a tantrum and then leaving is such a good habit to develop. There's no taste to this 'victory' at all, especially when my tirade against Yukinoshita was faked.

I stretched my limbs, feeling satisfied as my joints cracked all over. The sign of the storage room caught my eye with its myriad of colorful stickers.

I don't think I ever asked Yuigahama what the hell those were meant to represent. The number of requests we took? The number of weeks we've been through together? Whatever it was, the vast quantity of cutesy stickers indicated she had loads of free time and opportunities to vandalize this piece of school property.

Well, this year felt longer than most and it was finally coming to an end. Maybe I'll go eat a nice early dinner and catch a few hours of sleep at home. Tonight's patrol awaits me! Thankfully Monday nights to Tuesday mornings usually aren't so bad—

I only managed to take a few steps away when I stopped at the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. Footsteps followed through, tapping closer and closer from inside the club room.

"Yukinon!" Yuigahama's voice muffled through the door.

Uh oh.

I've got to make a break for it once I reach the end of the hallway. I wasn't kidding myself earlier. It'd be too much trouble if one of these girls got emotional from my shitty tirade and tried to whack me—no doubt Hiratsuka-sensei would try to keep us here longer than usual after the fact. Calling all of our parents and whatnot.

"Agh!"

Shit. My stupid foot tripped over itself in the midst of my speedwalk and I ended up bumping my side against the wall. A massive spike of pain surged through my shoulder.

It hurts. The feeling was horrendous and I could barely withstand my bruises throbbing like crazy. The urge to shout all the expletives I've ever come across in life was thankfully suppressed and I sucked in air to my heart—er, lung's content.

Of all times for this to happen. I can't freaking move. It hurts so, so bad!

Yukinoshita finally slid open the clubroom door and closed it once more behind her. I looked at her, grateful that the dimly lit hallway hid my pained expression. She got a few steps closer to me and I barely straightened myself out, ready for her next move.

"W-Where do you think you're going?" Yukinoshita asked. She stuttered, but her voice was finally very much audible.

That was unexpected. What's going on here?

"You're... you're daydreaming now too? Yuigahama told me to leave and I decided to quit altogether," I said, gesturing a thumb back over to the club room.

Yukinoshita drew in a breath. She clasped her fingers together in front of her before lightly shaking her head at me.

"...No. Afternoon club hours haven't ended yet. Your departure now would be premature... and without excuse," she stated.

She's not hitting me, so that's good. You're gonna try to keep me back, huh? Is there a chance you're… not totally fragile? If that's the case, then I have every reason to not act like a girl and endure this pain. Take another shot, Hachiman.

"Ah, so… I'm getting mixed signals here and I'd rather follow the one that got me kicked out. It's what benefits me most," I responded, smirking in self satisfaction.

That was easy. It was the truth, after all.

"...That was invalid," Yukinoshita said matter-of-factly.

Oh? Keep going.

"What's with the vagueness?" I asked, taking a step towards her.

That was a stupid move. It felt like the devil clawed at my entire left side. I really needed to lie down somewhere.

For a short moment, I could tell Yukinoshita wanted to retreat from this confrontation as well. Her persistent eye contact was heavily forced and her knees were buckling as if she was gonna give way any second now.

However, this was a major step up from the wet napkin she was just a few minutes ago. Figures Ice Queen would try to come out the moment I wanted nothing more than to collapse in the nurse's office for the next hour.

"Yuigahama-san is... my dear friend. She meant well but holds no authority to do as she likes with the permittance of other club members," Yukinoshita said quietly.

Good, valid point. I said nothing and Yukinoshita breathed easy, gaining a bit of momentum from this. Her spine finally arched upwards in a manner befitting of a proud ojou-sama, for the first time this afternoon.

"...That power belongs only to Hiratsuka-sensei and I. Thus, you remain a member of the Service Club, Hikigaya-kun," Yukinoshita finished.

She was looking quite expectant, as if daring me to give her a response for her to shoot down. I guess this really was my one chance to build off that—my earlier attempts weren't in vain after all.

"Appealing to authority eh? That kind of argument doesn't work on me, especially when you've spent the majority today passed out and sensei's got other priorities, many of them just as irresponsible," I pointed out.

To Yukinoshita's credit, she didn't flinch like before when I first brought up her slacking off. She took it in stride now. I was impressed, but still didn't let it show.

"While I can't speak for Hiratsuka-sensei's behavior, I can say that we've already finished discussing my error."

"Which was—"

"—Yes, I agree that resting during club hours was inappropriate and, yes, club presidents should lead a better example for their fellow members," Yukinoshita conceded, her voice regaining her usual dignified tone with every few words she spoke.

"So admitting your faults fixes everything, huh? You forget that's supposed to work both ways."

Yukinoshita ignored that weak point I threw at her. She confidently stepped forward in my direction, head lifted up high.

"Once again, you have my apologies, Hikigaya-kun. It's not within my power, however, to control whether you choose to forgive me or not."

True, if this beef of mine was legit, I could live with you finishing the argument here. Remember, I didn't care that your car was the one to run me over a year ago, so of course you sleeping in the club room is a total non-issue.

However, if I could make amends to our 'back and forth', that'd be great! Sure, I selfishly berated you in an unorthodox attempt to... spring you back from being a timid mute. But to fully reverse this club's discourse back to normal? That required more work. Permanence always required more work.

So let's say I 'don't' forgive you, even if I actually couldn't care less. Something has to give to make certain you don't fall back.

"That issue is left to me alone? Typical, I should have expected as much," I sniped again.

Yukinoshita stared at me for a moment, holding her ground.

"I won't beg for your forgiveness, Hikigaya-kun. I will, however, ask that you take your seat until dismissal time arrives."

Her head gestured back towards the club room, but I stood my ground. I wasn't yet satisfied. I needed to hear her threaten me.

"You're not asking, you're demanding," I asserted.

"You're stalling, Hikigaya-kun. Fruitlessly so. As per the school's policy, Hiratsuka-sensei will be notified should you choose to leave early. You are mandated to stay, last I checked," Yukinoshita pointed out, the corners of her mouth arched upwards.

...I wouldn't smile that much if I were you. I mean, you're acting way too proud after saying you'd just tattle on me to Hiratsuka-sensei. What's with people immediately swinging to such childish threats anyways? Seriously, we're not in primary school anymore, people.

Hold on. Didn't you just slip up? I couldn't hide a smirk. It's important to remember your own rules, Yukinoshita.

"Last I checked, you gave us members the option whether to attend club or not—"

"—That policy was annulled during your absence," Yukinoshita cut me off without flinching.

Eh? No way. She has to be bluffing.

"What's with that? You can't just retroactively decide on what rules—"

She swiped her hand with practiced ease, cutting off my spiel.

"I'm doing nothing of the sort. It was implemented after Isshiki-san's unfortunate disappearance was made public… through Hiratsuka-sensei's insistence."

Using Isshiki's MIA status as a crutch for your argument? You can't expect me to believe that.

"That doesn't make any sense."

"As I recall from last week, Hiratsuka-sensei rallied a few concerned parents and other faculty members to install this new mandate. Students enrolled in clubs and beyond must be accounted for at all times, no exceptions," Yukinoshita explained without missing a beat.

Unfortunately, her eyes didn't betray her. My gut told me that Yukinoshita was telling the truth and, as infuriating as it was to admit, it made sense that some attendance policies would be overruled with stricter regulations after everything.

Still, the one who championed this policy change was none other than…

"You said it was Hiratsuka-sensei who proposed this, just last week, huh?" I asked, looking away.

"Yes," Yukinoshita nodded. "As I recall, she personally came to tell Yuigahama-san and I after the resolution was passed."

I let out a sigh, my disappointment boiling over.

Of course, I didn't believe for a second that a missing Isshiki was the only reason for her to lobby new restrictions with the higher ups. Well played, Hiratsuka-sensei. You didn't listen at all to me about my intentions for Chiba and chose to act while I was gone. You'd rather have me encased somewhere safe for as long as possible, limiting what time I have to prepare to go out there.

Out there, in Chiba, where I could be of use. I revealed to you my ambitions and shared something that I can't take back now. If the one person who supposedly understands me more than anyone else... came to this conclusion by herself…

Does this mean I really am just a boy who's way in over his head?

"...Tch. How overbearing of you both to leave me and anyone else without a choice," I said, tightening my brows at Yukinoshita.

Nothing gained. She just shook her head again at me, ready to give another predictable response.

"Wrong again—you are left with two choices. There is no other issue at hand for you to harp on and it would be much simpler to choose to go back inside."

"And accomplish what, exactly?" I asked roughly.

"Perhaps you can attempt to make things cordial once again between you and Yuigahama-san?" she coyly suggested.

Are you kidding me? There's only so much I can take here, for her damn sake.

"Oh, so now I have to apologize too?"

Yukinoshita's head tilted, as if dumbstruck that I would ask such a question. Yeah, now I was no longer in the mood to deal with this person.

"Well, doing so would be the first step to the restoration of our group's cohesion."

Cohesion? That's laughable. The Service Club has always consisted of two circles and mine was always a party of one.

"Furthermore, your words from earlier to Yuigahama-san were quite vile," she continued. "Surely even a ruffian like yourself has to have limits."

I do and only now I can see they've been crossed multiple times today without backlash. Enough is enough.

I straightened my back, grunting hard when my shoulder stung again. Yukinoshita's teasing smile dissipated, realizing I wasn't going to play along with her and offer back any banter.

"This is all nothing more than putting me in between a rock and a hard place, since choosing either is undeniably troublesome. But it's easier for you and everyone else to just run roughshod over me, huh?" I spat out at her.

I made Yukinoshita tremble, simply watched as she took in quick, successive shallow breaths, but I didn't care anymore. No—I mean I didn't ever care.

Frankly, I'm sick of my opinions and actions getting thrown out the window without any consideration. The whole day has gone like this, ever since I had to skip breakfast to find Komachi. It's bullshit. I didn't even care that I was now genuinely throwing a temper tantrum here. I'm done with this mess.

"Hikigaya-kun, I...that isn't necessarily how things will operate—"

I cut her off with a swipe of my own hand at the air, as she had done so a minute ago.

"Look, spare me the sugarcoating alright? I couldn't care less to hear about why me having a problem here doesn't matter." I said, my frustration perfectly conveyed.

That did it. Yukinoshita hunched over and only looked at the ground right after. Her arms were wrapped around herself, in an attempt to settle down her shuddering body. After a moment, it seemed she reverted back to her docile state, ready for immediate pickup—so long as the carrier treated her like the fragile being she was.

I definitely wasn't interested in coddling and guiding this pile of shattered glass back to her seat. I looked over her and decided the other girl still inside the club room was best suited to accomplish this task. My pride refused me to become someone's delivery boy. Not when I was already a guy with a lack of choice.

I let out a sigh and cautiously stepped past Yukinoshita. The pain from my side earlier had gone numb again but I didn't want to take any chances and strain myself.

I was yoinked back at the last second.

Yukinoshita grabbed me by the forearm before I entered the club room in a huff. Thankfully, she had done so very gently and let go of me as soon as I acknowledged her action with a scowl. I made sure this one of mine was deeper than usual, only to be responded with a look of guilt.

"No, that was the… wrong approach. I'm sorry," she apologized, shaking her head.

I took a step back, admittedly stunned. Not one minute ago, this girl was lording over me because she had my balls in a vice. Now she's giving me an apology—over what? How? Even the rational side of me knew I was in the wrong for ranting at Yukinoshita.

I didn't have anything to say back, hoping my silence was enough to garner an explanation. She did continue at her own pace with… shame attached to her words.

"...Listen, Hikigaya-kun. I understand if you have a problem… being in the same vicinity as me."

I see. So it was as simple as that.

"That's—"

I was ready to clear up the misunderstanding, but Yukinoshita furtively shook her head at me and waved her arms in surrender. Her motions practically begged me to stay silent and let her go on first.

I complied. It was only right.

"I don't wish to make you or anyone else uncomfortable with my presence... certain arrangements have also been made with my own classmates," Yukinoshita quietly admitted.

So she was embarrassed. Class 2J idolized her last I checked, and she took that for granted.

"Even a few of my senseis have asked that I manage whatever issues I come across with the curriculum through my own means from now on," Yukinoshita continued to admit.

What was there to say? I'm sorry you were turned on the second your family's crimes were brought to light? I'm sorry your parents were exposed? I wasn't. If Kami-sama gave me another chance, I would do it all over again even while knowing the consequences.

However... to be judged by everyone, including adults, as if you were an involved conspirator all this time? That's sick. It's disgusting how society just makes it too easy to create falsehoods and eat them up. As if it can't maintain its structure without a person or group to demonize and eliminate.

"Hikigaya-kun... per your desire, I'll ask Hiratsuka-sensei to relieve you of Service Club duties and attendance. Effective immediately," Yukinoshita said monotonously.

Ah, so she was giving me an 'honorable discharge' with a beaten disposition. Clutching your arms like that isn't… necessary, you know? That you showed me this bit of vulnerability and putting yourself in such a state, despite the indifference in your voice….

Ah, I see now. I understand why it was that easy for you. It's because you truly believe we'll never meet again after today.

"I will draw up the necessary member dismissal forms for submission tomorrow morning… Thank you for your earlier tolerance and I apologize for wasting your time, have a safe evening."

She finished, bowing slightly in my direction. Her eyes were glossed over, contrasting the shame she had just shown me a minute ago.

Ah, and yet, even with her hair in a tangled mess, her uniform in need of a press, Yukinoshita still exhibited an air of… elegance. Poise and grace so obviously drilled into her as a child. No doubt to get her used to the idea of cutting people out of her life, grooming her to fit in as a cutthroat political asset for her father. Shooting for the stars with ease.

And now that future is gone, leaving her formal mannerisms almost utterly useless in interactions with the average layman, other than to maybe impress them. Yukinoshita's future has been permanently grounded now that she's hated by the collective and of course she thinks I share in that hatred as well.

Let's end things here, yeah?

Hmph. Those words I thought of just a few minutes ago suddenly came back to mind, a bout of melancholy sinking in my gut. I was… compelled to not go ahead with this development at all and to make things clear with Yukinoshita instead.

Strange, this felt very… other-worldy?

Ridiculous. I'm just glad I wasn't seeing a shrink or they'd reserve a seat for me on the funny farm!

Could you even call this my voice of reason? It was more like a strange, sudden epiphany. Yet, it felt natural and so close to the truth. That walking away from this would only leave me feeling unsatisfied and—

"Stupid," I voiced out.

This stopped Yukinoshita in her tracks. I heard her gasp as she glanced back at me. Unsurprisingly, the girl took the insult at face value and now looked pretty defensive.

"Hikigaya-kun, please leave," she quietly demanded of me.

No, I'm not calling you stupid. But… maybe I should, since you think you have me figured out.

"Not yet. I have to point out that… you couldn't be more far off, Yukinoshita."

That did it. Yukinoshita whipped around, her hands at her sides clenched in fists, ready to dole out one hell of a blizzard.

"What is your problem, now? I've given you—"

She raised her voice at me, no doubt loud enough for even Yuigahama to hear through the door.

But I simply raised my arms at her in surrender… a wimpy action that came naturally to me. Ignoring that second part, Yukinsohita's storm was quelled for a moment which gave me a chance to do the unthinkable.

"Whatever it is that you think I have an issue with… isn't the case. I only view this as another difference in opinion," I calmly explained.

Not sure if that explanation was sufficient since she looked flabbergasted. Seems I really threw her for a loop there.

"Clashing opinions? That's all?" Yukinoshita asked in a tone of disbelief.

"Right."

"I'm not sure if I can even believe that's true."

I sighed at her curtness, choosing to respond with my poker demeanor. Next to self-deprecating humor, I believed it was the best communicative method of disarming someone.

"Well, that's my truth. Accept it. I'd rather not be misunderstood again," I said, looking at her pointedly. "Hence, why I called you and this offer of yours, stupid."

It appeared to have worked. Yukinoshita's guard relaxed and she was no longer glaring at me. Looking closely, it appeared she was looking at me in… shock?

No, that's wrong.

"A… A misunderstanding you say?" she asked, still looking at me with that peculiar look I couldn't discern.

"Yeah, that's about it," I said.

I tilted my head as I looked at her, as if it would help me get a better read in what she was unwittingly conveying. She looked away before I could analyze any further, taking a moment to digest this turn in our conversation.

Surprisingly, for me, I felt something akin to taking off one's winter coat upon entering a well-heated building. No—it was like resting within the family kotatsu after a long, tiresome day.

Finally unburdened and filled with warmth? Weird. I blamed it all on my guilt, even though it was a less than satisfying explanation. However, this amount of self-realization was key in helping someone like me to determine the nature of Yukinoshita's look. In fact, I confirmed it almost instantly the second she finally connected her eyes with mine again. Her pupils weren't dilated just because of the dimly-lit hallway, nor did they sparkle because I was super close to making her cry earlier.

Nah. Yukinoshita was actually, for whatever reason, experiencing a simple case of hope.

"So then... you take no issue with… my family being…" she stuttered, failing to finish her question.

Luckily for her, I wanted to speed things along and didn't feel like giving her a hard time again. I answered her unfinished question without any issue.

"No, they don't factor into my part of this conversation at all, if that's what you've been assuming."

"Do..." Yukinoshita started, before blinking away her widened expression. I guess she suddenly felt a little insecure after realizing how she must have looked and sounded. Try as she might to hide things, I still detected a hint of eagerness in her voice when she continued. "...Do you really mean that?"

This was getting a little repetitive and I was close to rolling my eyes. Not just at her, but at myself for failing to indulge her with a definitive answer from the start. I stepped forward, dug my hands into my pockets, and spoke clearly once again.

"Look Yukinoshita, your family problems… shouldn't be anyone's business but your own. Also, If you still haven't realized I'm bad at following current trends, then don't try to assume my true opinions about others ever again."

Quite the roundabout way to say I didn't hate her, but she got the message. That's why she's taking her time processing them, right? I bet she never expected a bit of truth I shared with her to be seething like this.

Like I told Wayne, I don't believe you or even Haruno-san should be deemed guilty by association. Assigning the label of evil shouldn't always be left up to the woeful, ignorant masses. Innocents like you get caught up in the wildfire of societal condemnation.

However, the sins of your mother and father have poisoned Chiba enough to make it my business. Rather, Huntsman's business. So… it's best to keep you both under my watchful eye, despite my personal beliefs. I see Wayne's point now—he was right.

In the midst of my turmoil, Yukinoshita composed herself, eyeing me all the while. I stared hard, letting her know again that I meant business, this was no lie, and we should move on already.

"I-I see."

Still stuttering your words huh?

"...Yeah."

I shrugged, trying to downplay the moment for what it was to Yukinoshita. She… found someone else other than Yuigahama who didn't despise her.

How touching, but I still held the opinion that me 'being there' for Yukinoshita wasn't possible. Being Huntsman for Chiba is my priority. Something I still have to work hard on and actually want to accomplish. I wouldn't know what entailed coddling a girl even if the opposite was true.

"...Thank—"

No. Stop.

"Don't even," I interrupted, to her confusion. I just, well, didn't feel like it was appropriate. "This was... my bad too, I guess."

Yukinoshita nodded as if she understood but it was probably more out of politeness. We just stood there after, staying silent and feeling kind of lame if you ask me. Neither of us knew what to do at the moment.

Was I supposed to give Yukinoshita a thumbs up or some kind of handshake? Was there a handbook for resolutions with girls, or people in general for that matter? I seriously didn't want to do anything but, if that was the appropriate cue, then I suppose it couldn't be helped…

Ah, the door behind her slid open and Yuigahama's head popped out. Phew. I slipped my limp hand back to my side before either of the girls noticed.

Curious Gahama seemed peeved to find me standing so close to her friend. I actually agreed with that sentiment and backed away as she spoke.

"Yukinon? Is everything alright?" she asked Yukinoshita, coming out to hold her side.

Yukinoshita smiled softly at her concern. She swiped her hair behind an ear, looking as if something was achieved.

"Yes, I believe so." She glanced back at me, her disposition unchanged. "Hikigaya-kun?"

"More or less," I responded, prompting a sigh from the airhead.

"Is Hikki staying?"

Yukinoshita took a moment to think before responding. We both waited with the utmost anticipation of her decision. Well, I did while Yuigahama, ever the child, sneakily stuck her tongue out at me.

"...If there are no glaring issues, it would be preferable if members attended regularly from now on. I don't believe our differences are irreconcilable," Yukinoshita said cautiously.

Ah, she was being considerate of my opinion? What a surprise. Wonder how long she'll keep this up?

"Well, perhaps most of them aren't," I clarified.

Though Yukinoshita still took that as a sign of total agreement from me. She clicked her heels in place, nodding in my direction.

"Yes. Staying back until the end of today's session is the best course of action, Hikigaya-kun. Your prepared tea is getting cold as well. Don't waste a... passable cup."

Flattering my brewing skills? What a kind girl—hold on, is 'passable' even a compliment?! Maybe it is, in a way. I really don't know since it's the first time a girl's tasted something I've made and didn't default to 'ew gross'.

All the same, this makes all my previous reasons for leaving seem even more petty and childish. Most of them weren't even genuine and I still felt bad…

"Whatever, " I shrugged, turning to the airhead. "Unless you plan on jumping me, Yuigahama, I'm going back in to avoid the hassle of dealing with Hiratsuka-sensei later."

As expected, Yuigahama's face flushed red and she stepped forward, ready to scold me.

"J-Jump you?! W-Why do you think I'd go so far and do that?! Stupid, perverted boy!"

So loud.

I ignored her and moved past to open the door to finish out the remaining twenty minutes as a full-fledged Service Club member again. However, sounds of heels clicking against the floor echoed just around the corner. We turned and saw our club advisor stepping towards us with a folder in hand.

I didn't expect to see her again until tomorrow. Wasn't she supposed to be busy?

"Hiratsuka-sensei," the two girls greeted her.

She was taken aback by the sight of us all, tilting her head in confusion.

"Huh? What are you three doing out here? Club time doesn't end for another twenty minutes," she said, looking over at me to find I was the only one wearing both my coat and bag. "Ha. First day back and you're already set to leave early... is there a problem?"

Neither Yuigahama nor I answered. Yuigahama was probably at a loss at what to say since she didn't know what Yukinoshita and I were talking about. A bit shocking to say the least, because she totally fits the profile of an eavesdropping girl. Good on her to defy my expectations!

Meanwhile, I just chose not to say anything and looked away from Hiratsuka-sensei's smirk. The bad taste in my mouth from earlier came back, souring my mood. I know I said I'd stay, but this changes things just for today. Oblivious to my mood, Yukinoshita stepped up.

"It's nothing that hasn't been resolved, Hiratsuka-sensei. What brings you here?"

Again, Hiratsuka-sensei was surprised and it was most likely because of who answered her question. The former mute. From the corner of my eye, I saw Hiratsuka-sensei smile at Yukinoshita's bluntness, even taking a swift glance at me for some odd reason. The moment quickly passed, however, and her expression became serious before addressing us again.

"Well, while I have you out here, Yukinoshita, I have some news concerning you… and the Service Club that you may want to hear privately."

Now I knew that was cue for Yuigahama and I to give them some privacy, but Yukinoshita shook her head.

"If it's a request, or anything concerning the club then…" Yukinoshita breathed deeply, gesturing to the club room. "I don't mind if we all hear about it inside."

"Yukinon…"

Yuigahama embraced Yukinoshita for the hundredth time today. Though somehow the magical emotions of their skinship hadn't ever died down! Not wanting to spoil the mood, the latter lightly reciprocated her friend's hug. Of course, they turned to me with an expectant look on their faces.

"...If it's important, better to just get this over with," I responded.

I opened the door and waved for them all to go inside before me. The two girls were surprised by this but they complied with Hiratsuka-sensei in tow, who I still didn't look at.

Once they all got inside I made a 180 and attempted to leave at once! Sadly, my plan failed before I could even execute a sprint. The hem of my coat was pulled back by immense, masculine strength that was very unbefitting of a woman.

Figures.

"Nice try. Sit down, Hikigaya," Hiratsuka-sensei said scoldingly, flicking at my head which I did not appreciate.

I wiped away where she touched and begrudgingly sat down, met with the girls giving me deadpan looks.

"Oh Hikki…"

"Even after all that blustering…"

Leave me alone…

"Tch. You should expect this by now," I mumbled, to myself really.

We all got resettled with Yukinoshita offering Hiratsuka-sensei a seat and a cup of my tea. After a few sips, we all looked expectantly at our dear leader but she regressed once again, choosing to babysit her teacup instead. Clearly she was nervous about this particular set of news. Personally, I believe this is going to be the norm for quite a while. It'll take time to see the old Ice Queen come back in full swing.

Time for Yuigahama, Haruno-san and Hiratsuka-sensei, that is.

"That ponytail looks pretty on you, Hiratsuka-sensei!" Yuigahama shamelessly flirted with the woman in front of her own 'BFF' and myself.

I mean, not that I had any stake in this at all…

"Oh you think so?" Hiratsuka-sensei smiled, brushing her fingers along the 'tail' part. "Thank you, I sort of made it on the fly after someone gave me a rude comment this morning."

Wonder who that could've been. Hmph, seems like Yukinoshita had a clue. She needlessly placed a fist underneath her chin like a detective would, before softly giving us her two cents.

"...I'm certain much could be said about the other person's appearance. The shabbily dressed do tend to reassure their own insecurities."

Oi, get run over you two. Smirking to yourselves while sipping on my tea like a couple of Gaijin dolts. It's a bit easy to imagine you two as a spoiled duchess and a useless queen—I bet you two would fit just fine in Igirisu.

"Yeah I, like, have never seen Hikki wear his bolo tie," Yuigahama cheerfully added.

Thanks for that, Yuigahama.

"Of course you'd be the one to dismiss subtlety and just outright name the person in question…" I muttered.

While I discreetly adjusted the loose top button of my shirt, they went on about different hairstyles and necessary accessories. It seemed to me they were trying to prolong things from ever reaching the main point of Hiratsuka-sensei's arrival. Tiptoeing around it with meaningless conversation.

That said, there was one bit that caught my attention.

"Stores require hair accessories to remain unused for hygienic purposes, Yuigahama-san," Yukinoshita explained.

"Yeah I know but, like, I saw a really cute black scrunchie like Hiratsuka-sensei's the other day, but I didn't buy it because I didn't know how my hair would look with it."

Hiratsuka-sensei chuckled at Yuigahama's comment.

"Cute huh? That's a little amusing to hear considering the actual owner of this scrunchie I'm borrowing is my workaholic cousin."

Your cousin?

"Ehh, cousin?" Yuigahama thought out loud.

Could it be...

"She's one big worry wart of a police captain. Diving deep into her job nowadays, given China's state," Hiratsuka-sensei explained. "Last night was her first night off in a long while, so we spent it together in my apartment drinking, catching up, watching ani—dramas, um, drinking…"

Both of my fellow club members gave her sheepish, judging looks. It also felt like Hiratsuka-sensei made that second part of her explanation towards me. Her voice suddenly got oddly terse and loud, after all, but who she spoke of was more on my mind.

Captain Yin Etsudo. My new partner on the force. So last night sensei was entertaining her and not… anyone else.

Relief washed over me and I tasted… strawberries? Not sure why. Perhaps I was just happy to hear Hiratsuka-sensei was safe the whole night, hanging out with an armed cop. Yeah, that had to be it.

"Hikigaya met her before, actually," Hiratsuka-sensei mentioned, bringing me back into the conversation.

I'd be careful with that. Don't want these two getting the wrong idea since I met her once when you brought me to your relative's wedding. Luckily, we met again after each one of Lady Comedy's attacks. Those are better, more optical tales to tell.

Also way better than admitting I chose her to be Huntsman's insider for the Chiba Prefectural Police Department just last week. That's for sure.

"Captain Yin Etsudo? Yeah, I was grateful for her help after both of the attacks in school. Great detective, though… your little spiel just now about what you two were up to last night has slightly lowered my image of her," I said in a tone lighter than I intended.

"Eh? Unwinding every now and then is normal and what do you mean 'only slightly'? Got a huge crush on her or something, Hikigaya?" Hiratsuka-sensei shamelessly asked of me, her brows furrowed with scrutiny.

"No," I responded gruffly. The hell's her problem?

Whatever the issue was, it subsided once Hiratsuka-sensei's inquisitive gaze had softened. She went on to stare at nothing in particular before speaking with a noticeably higher pitch to her voice.

"Well, that's good, then."

If you say so.

"Right."

…

What's with this air we created? I didn't like it all. Yuigahama was dumbfounded again whilst Yukinoshita appeared… downcast. Ah, it seems she had something to add?

"Captain Yin Etsudo… I remember her from recent news specials. She's the one who officially placed my parents under arrest," Yukinoshita said calmly.

Well now you've done it, Hiratsuka-sensei. Better fix it before Yuigahama jumps you or something.

"Yukinoshita, I'm sorry for bringing her up. I wasn't thinking," Hiratsuka-sensei apologized.

Yukinoshita gathered herself before meeting Hiratsuka-sensei's eyes. They held no sadness or resentment. In fact, she even graced her with a tiny smile.

"...It's fine. I've no desire to place any blame on your family, not when you've been… helpful."

Yukinoshita's words were slow, but earnest. Unlike before, however, Hiratsuka-sensei could not produce a smile of her own in return. Only a look of remorse that seemed to swell as she clutched the inner pocket of her lab coat.

It was time to move things along, but our president stayed silent after.

"Um, I'm sorry but, you said you had news for Yukinon, Hiratsuka-sensei?" Yuigahama asked in her stead.

Hiratsuka-sensei appeared to wait for Yukinoshita to address her, now knowing what the latter was capable of again. Yukinoshita soon realized this and gathered herself—putting her passable cup of tea down and sitting up. Asking about news with the potential to hurt you took effort, after all.

"...You mentioned this had something to do with me, specifically?"

Yeah get to it, sensei. We're all dying to know.

"Yukinoshita, I'm sorry to say this was dumped onto my lap only a few hours ago. Actually, everything regarding this completely slipped my mind for the past week because of recent events." Hiratsuka-sensei finished prefacing.

I could feel that last bit was directed at me. I don't know, must have been that same sneak glance she made in my direction for the hundredth time today.

"Does it have to do with my… standing here?" Yukinoshita asked.

Hiratsuka-sensei's eyes softened, shaking her head no.

"You're not being expelled or suspended, Yukinoshita. Your academic record is excellent, I don't believe they'd ever force you to leave. No, rather it's something that's been set in stone despite everything last week."

"What?" I outright asked. But Hiratsuka-sensei continued staring only at Yukinoshita. She breathed deeply once, finally ready to divulge the news as gently as she could.

"Yukinoshita, the votes, the election votes, many of which were submitted early in advance weeks ago, have been accounted for and recorded. Officially, as of tomorrow, you will be announced as the next Student Council President."

What?

"Y-Yukinon won?!" Yuigahama cried out, scraping her chair against the floor.

She and Yukinoshita looked just as astonished as I felt over this development. The damn student council elections felt so trivial compared to the scandals and crime surge. I delved into my work and it became irrelevant. Isshiki's request about it fell to the wayside when she vanished too. Did I even participate in…

Right. I do recall submitting my vote for Yukinoshita a couple of weeks ago but, again, I just forgot about it during my week off from Sobu. The hell is wrong with me? How could I forget such a thing?

Nevermind that, Yukinoshita is—

"She won by default, as it had become an uncontested election," Hiratsuka-sensei calmly explained, taking out that folder from earlier from her lab coat. "All the other candidates formally dropped out before the deadline. Even then, she had won enough votes from the student body to validate the process as a whole."

The files within the folder she handed over weren't easy to see from my seat, so I got up for a closer look after Yuigahama.

The counted ballot results, Yukinohita's initial self-nomination, and some fancy documents notarized by the faculty and higher ups. There was also a freshly printed Student Council handbook with her name on it.

'Yukinoshita Yukino, Student Council President' it read.

Yeah, that was as official as it could get. Yukinoshita anxiously sifted through each document, downcast and in utter disbelief.

I was missing some context here because Hiratsuka-sensei and I can reasonably say 'we forgot' while Yukinoshita couldn't at all. She waged a serious campaign in the past few weeks leading up to today's results, so why the disbelief? You were always the favorite to win and even Hiratsuka-sensei asked me more than once how I'd react to the inevitability.

Sure Yukinoshita's reputation has reached an all time low, but that's only a recent development. Not enough time for people to vote for someone else in a concerted effort. Well, not unless the other candidate was as popular as—

I turned myself towards exactly who could have run away with the election instead of Yukinoshita, after the scandals broke out.

"Oi Yuigahama, weren't you in the run as well?" I asked her.

Yuigahama gave me a piercing look, only withdrawing it when our unexpected stare contest went on for too long and ended in both sides feeling awkward.

She coughed a few times and so did I, as if we were brokering a truce. Thank Kami-sama. Even Hiratsuka-sensei took a moment away to mouth at us to get a grip.

"I didn't need to run anymore," Yuigahama finally responded.

I see. No, not really.

"So you gave up?" I asked bluntly.

"Yeah, um, you could say that. I also dropped out because my friends weren't really together at the time, but—"

"So did I," Yukinoshita interrupted, sounding despondent. "Hiratsuka-sensei, th-this is impossible! I submitted a formal request to drop out of the election last Monday. I-I…"

Yukinoshita broke off, looking down at her empty tea cup. From the angle where I was standing, I saw her eyes get red with droplets coming out. Tears of anger? Despair? Both?

Now her surprise made sense. I couldn't imagine what was going on in her head. Campaigning hard for a position then quitting at the last minute for obvious reasons, only to still receive it in the end...

"That's right! I was there with Yukinon when she dropped off her paper in the main office, right before club time!" Yuigahama added in a good earnest tone.

"Yes, then we ran into nee-san right after. Hiratsuka-sensei, I may not have explicitly informed you but I… I'm not lying, I-I can't—"

Ahh, so when I entered the club room last Monday, that was one of the reasons for your tearful session. The one that caused me to check out of Sobu for the rest of the week. You had dropped out of the race, giving up something you truly desired, because of your family's ruined reputation…

Yuigahama embraced the stuttering, broken girl. Still standing, I created some distance, keeping my eyes on those documents and my hands in my pockets. Hiratsuka-sensei too got up from her seat, gently placing her hand on the crying girl.

"Relax, Yukinoshita. I believe you, I swear I do. You're the last person I'd expect to forget something like this," Hiratsuka-sensei professed in a warm, motherly tone. "However, neither I or any of the other counselors received any such notice in our inboxes as we did with the other drop out requests."

"Clerical error…" I weakly offered.

Really now? Well, I'm not accusing Hiratsuka-sensei of any strong-arming. But for Yukinoshitas's drop out request to have been lost like that, had to have been caused by some external influence. Why even respect the outcome? I mean, from a PR standpoint, who in their right mind would let Yukinoshita represent Sobu during these times?

Did someone have an agenda? I couldn't think of any… it really was more believable to think the form was lost, even if it was only hers that slipped through the cracks.

It took Hiratsuka-sensei the remaining amount of club time to explain why her hands were tied. It took even longer for her and Yuigahama to calm Yukinoshita down.

The whole thing was fishy. For example, it made no sense how Hiratsuka-sensei's sensible protests were shot down. The higher ups, for some unexplained reason, were vehement about following through with the elections results. There had to be something to uncover from this. I'll have to do some sleuthing later, no, tomorrow.

I excused myself after staying fifteen minutes over club time, barely acknowledged as Yukinoshita was still Yuigahama and Hiratsuka-sensei's top priority.

At the bike racks, I was met with the green eyes of the blonde girl who promised she'd make me come with her dumbly named walk-home group. I figured they would have left already, but apparently Yuigahama had texted her an excuse for me and they chose to wait things out.

It didn't matter, I hardly even remember my first "official" walk with the loud members of 'BTS' other than separating at the station. Everyone else had broken into groups, going in different lines, while I rode my bike the rest of the way home, promising Totsuka I'd keep him updated. Even at home, my mind was back towards the club room in Sobu and how this new development would affect things to come.

I was eating my dinner around six, preparing my mind for another night patrol, when I received a text from Yuigahama.

She was surprisingly conciliatory with her words. I was thanked for not quitting, for staying as long as I did, and for walking with her friends. Apparently Yuigahama and Yukinoshita left ten minutes after I did, driven by a new chauffeur hired by Haruno-san. She was sleeping at Yukinoshita's apartment for the night.

I texted her update to Totsuka, hoping he'd forward it to Miura and everyone else in my stead.

A sigh escaped me as I turned off my phone for the night. My feelings were still unclear and only words I repeated before came to mind. Something that is certain to come true after today.

"And so ends the Service Club."

Yukinoshita Yukino

The sky was filled with a myriad of yellows and reds, adorned with thin, silky clouds that only intensified its beauty. This was the perfect conclusion for a day I will never forget.

It was of some comfort that the view from up high this old tree gifted me with a longer view of the falling sun—if only this was my plan from the start. Truthfully, I had been goaded to climb up here myself by Nee-san, insisting Pan-san would be both happy and proud.

I clutched my cute bear tight, hoping nee-san would come back soon with help. She had her fun for a couple of moments, but I teared up in fear of climbing down and she quickly dashed away.

I don't understand why she would trick me in the first place. Surely a family picnic in the park should have been fun enough. At least, it was for me.

No dumb Hayat—Hayama-kun. New, pretty sundresses as gifts. Otou-san off work for once, Okaa-san proudly serving us her delicious katsu sandos and black tea… what more could I ask for?

In what felt like seconds, the night had overtaken the sky and there was no nee-san in sight. What appeared to be a flock of crows settled high above in the same tree I occupied. They were a quiet bunch, none of them 'cawing'. In fact, I only heard the flap of their wings and talons scrape against the branches. I hugged Pan-san even tighter as I saw a few of them move strangely across the bark—

"Yuki-chan!"

Pan-san and I turned carefully in place to the source of the voice. Relief washed over me the second my family was in my line of sight.

Otou-san, so tall, so handsome, led the charge towards my tree with the others in tow. Okaa-san, the most beautiful woman I've ever known, one hand clutching the hem of her yukata, the other pulling nee-san alongside her.

"Yukino! Sit still! Your father will get you down soon enough," she demanded of me. Demanding, but also wrought with worry. "Really, Haruno, you're bound to rip my heart one of these days with these needless pranks of yours!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

I giggled to myself. Nee-san may have looked remorseful, but she'd still receive a well deserved scolding later.

Extra lessons too, hopefully.

"Laughing I see. So you aren't hurt?" I was asked by Otou-san, who reached my branch that took me a while to climb up to, in a matter of seconds!

I smiled, shaking my head no. Otou-san smiled back, his usual stern gaze vanished as his icy blue eyes were overcome with relief.

He outstretched an arm and I readily grabbed on to it, getting pulled close to his chest. Like many times before, I felt confidence in my father's great strength in bringing us both to safety. Though I am sorry it came at the cost of dirtying his nice shirt.

"Remember, Yuki-chan. You should be careful when Haru-chan, or anyone else for that matter, tries to trick you into some action. Alright?" Otou-san whispered to me.

He was always by my side, egging me on to learn from experiences like this. He did so, knowing I wanted to match nee-san one day.

I embraced him even tighter. "Okay..."

Soon enough we were down on the ground. Okaa-san looked over me, brushing leaves away from my hair and specks of dirt on my cheek with her sleeve. Once she was satisfied, her violet gaze softened and I was awarded with a wink. My cheeks felt warm and I'm certain I was as red as a tomato.

I suppose being 'cute' wasn't all that terrible, if it meant growing up as the spitting image of Okaa-san, like relatives believed I would.

We made our way to the designated parking lot, just over a couple of hills alongside the road. To my surprise, nee-san had wordlessly walked over to my side and pet my head. She did nothing else and remained silent as we walked on.

I know Okaa-san and Otou-san would make her verbally apologize to me later, but it brought me more joy to know she would mean it this time.

Seconds later however, dread washed over me when I realized something was missing.

"W-Wait!" I yelped, gaining everyone's attention. "I left Pan-san behind!"

Okaa-san sighed, no doubt she was disappointed that I would be so forgetful of my belongings.

"It was old anyway, Yukino. We can purchase you a new one," she said.

Sadly, there was no use in arguing that. Once Okaa-san made a decision, it was final. Unless…

One glance from me and Otou-san stepped up.

"It's fine, I'll retrieve it."

"Daishi not again, your clothes are already filthy—"

"Yes and they'll join 'Pan-san' and Yuki-chan's sundress in the wash when we return home. Don't fret, I'll be back in a moment."

Nee-san rolled her eyes as Otou-san sprinted back towards the tree. I felt Okaa-san lightly pinch my cheek.

"You're becoming dangerous, Yukino," Okaa-san told me with a smile. "Oh, what I'd give to have pretty doe eyes like yours and Haruno's…"

"For… work?"

"Precisely."

Okaa-san hid a scary, mischievous smile behind her clean sleeve, making nee-san turn the other way.

"Get away from me!"

My father's baritone voice boomed from across the now empty, pitch black park. We were shaken to our cores when we heard what sounded like him screaming.

Otou-san. Screaming.

Okaa-san was the first to recover. She gripped her side in search of an object. Remembering nee-san and I, she pointed towards the parking lot with her free hand.

"Haruno, take Yukino to the car. If we're not back in two minutes, you run away and find someone with a phone!"

"B-But—"

"Now! Do as I say!" Okaa-san roared at her before rushing towards the tree.

Nee-san pulled me by the arm to do as mother commanded, tears running down her eyes. I joined in too, terrified.

"Daishi!"

We heard Okaa-san cry out, followed by two loud cracks in the air. Like someone had set off fireworks, but nothing had burst up into the night sky.

Only another blood-curdling scream reached us. Then silence.

"Okaa-san!" I cried out.

I pulled my hand away from nee-san and ran to the tree, ignoring her cries for me to come back.

I was quickly surrounded by a mysterious fog, the way towards the tree felt much longer than before. But I pressed on, nee-san's cries snuffed out.

Finally, I found the familiar old black pine tree that I had carelessly climbed up with Pan-san.

At its base were my mother and father, lying still on top of each other. Their faces were contorted with pain and horror—neither of them breathing.

It took me a good second to realize they… they were both split at the waist. Their insides were spilled out!

And yet, I ran towards them, crying all the while—no rationale behind this action. I was in pure denial, horrified by the image before me.

"O-Otou-san…"

I brushed his hair to the side, as he always did out of habit. No response.

Yet, a guttural sound came from his chest, where my mother laid.

I turned quickly to her, filled with hope.

"Okaa-san!"

Silence.

I found her hand, the same one she used to pinch my cheek just a few minutes ago. I squeezed it as hard as I could, desperate for a response.

"Oka-Oka… Okaa-san, please," I begged.

But nothing else came and I was too useless to have done anything about it. No will, no initiative from their own child—

I opened my mouth, thinking I would scream, but instead I retched up everything Okaa-san had prepared for the picnic. I managed to turn away from their bodies the second I began, only to end up mixing my expulsions with the streams of maroon pouring out of them.

No!

I tried hurtling myself away, only to end up slipping on the dampened grass and landing on the foul mixture. The white sundress Okaa-san picked out for me was completely painted red by the pool of blood.

It was an agonizing sight and the smell—the taste…

I vomited once again, but was thankful for the reaction this time. My vision blurred with tears that wouldn't stop gushing out of my eye sockets.

Eventually, they did stop. Soon I had nothing left to expel but sobs, which became less and less dramatic.

Okaa-san and Otou-san were gone.

Nee-san, where is she? What is she doing now?

Even if I found her… even if she found me…

Did she even possess the will to do what obviously must be done now?

Nee-san has never truly listened to me before. Now that she has to fulfill the duties of the presumptive heiress… that dismissiveness of hers will increase tenfold.

Leaving me alone in a world that's shown me nothing but insincerity because of my looks, my talents, and birthright.

Leaving me… hollow.

But no more.

No more crying.

This hole can be filled and much more with an all-consuming, beautifully sincere sin of wrath.

My new desire.

"I… want…"

A new lifeline.

I stood up, looking at the full white moon that rose in place of the fallen sun. A few steps towards it gave the impression that it doubled in size. I placed my heart's desire in the palm of hand and reached towards it. My declaration concluded.

"Revenge."

I swiped at the moon—the celestial body turned crimson red upon doing so! This was unexpected and drained me of my confidence, replacing it with dread.

It felt like I did, or rather said, something inexcusable. A forbidden promise.

Suddenly, my ears picked up what sounded like a thousand flapping wings coming towards me from behind.

The crows from earlier! They soared down from the black tree, arcing at the last second toward my direction. They surrounded me, nipping at every bit of my exposed skin. I tried, but failed to fight them off, crashing down again on the grass into a feral position.

It wasn't until one of them bit down hard on my ring finger that I finally opened my eyes, garnering a quick look at the animal that did so.

Beady eyes. Long ears. Pig's snout.

They were bats.

No. Not again. Stay away!

I plastered my face against the ground, covering myself with my arms. Frozen in place. The bites didn't let up and I felt my blood pour from multiple wounds.

I dared not to fight again. The feelings behind my declaration were gone with the wind. Especially now that, even whilst still cowering in a ball, I felt that demon hovering over me.

"Get up, now," I heard his distorted voice aggressively command.

The bats had vanished. I peeked from my place on the ground, seeing a large, oily shadow stride towards me. Knowing there was no use in fighting, I attempted to stand but struggled with the pain. My compliance proved too slow for his liking and he gripped my forearm, clawing at it deeply.

I cried as he swung me up and pinned me against the black tree. I was held up by shoulders, feeling unfathomable pain as he dug into my skin again and bashed my body back and forth.

My arms dangled, blood still gushing out—my feet not once touching the solid ground. All I could do was cry, hoping that the more tears I amassed, the less I could see of those two vile, horrifying crimson red eyes.

I gagged relentlessly, on my own blood and saliva. I received no mercy and was as helpless as ever.

Finally, as expected, the demon held me still and repeatedly sunk his fangs deep into the crook of my neck. A variety of sensations enveloped my entire body—fear above all else. With every bite, he deigned to spat out my family name. The name I was once proud to hold.

Yukinoshita.

Please.

Yukinoshita.

Stop this.

"Oi, Yukinoshita!"

A low-pitched voice boomed into my ear. My eyes opened too quickly, struggling to withstand the sudden burst of light upon doing so. It was difficult to control my breathing as I fought off the desperate need to fill my lungs. My backside had been pushed against something solid and I quickly realized I was sitting down.

Sitting down. Being where?

I trembled, the glowing red eyes flashing in my head for a second. I blinked the vision away, checking my surroundings to confirm that I was no longer there anymore, when something caught my eye.

A wrinkled male Sobu uniform, sans bolo tie. I cautiously looked up to the boy's face. Our eyes connected and I was surprisingly rewarded with a familiar harsh gaze. The person I least expected to see today, or ever again for that matter. I didn't believe in Yuigahama-san's text messages, but here he stood in defiance.

Sobu High School's resident top loner.

"...Yo," he greeted, nodding once at me.

Hiratsuka-sensei's favorite student.

"H-Hiki…"

Hikigaya-kun.

A/N: I want to clarify something here. Yukino's nightmare, before Huntsman shows up, is intended to be based on an memory from her childhood. I hope most of you understand why Hachiman was being harsh with Yukino in this chapter for the most part. Not sure if I could have it more obvious, but let me know if you have a different opinion of execution. Huntsman stuff coming up next chapter. Infiltration of that warehouse mentioned all the way back in chapter 2, along with a DC character if all goes well. Some rude person. I hope you don't chew off my head with the choice words I'll make that character speak out. Thanks for reading and feel free to make suggestions of things you'd like to see.

Been loving Season 3 so far. Hope you guys have been too.