I do not own My Romantic Teen Comedy SNAFU.

The world is a random and meaningless, terrifying place and that we all—spoiler alert—die. Um… we are designed to… most creators are just designed just not to know that. We are designed uniquely to transcend that, to understand that—oooohh! I can quote myself; this is fun—a thing isn't beautiful because it last. That what we have now, right here, has as much meaning as anything we're afraid of, and the way we are designed to do this is that… the main function of the human brain; the primary, instant function is storytelling. Memory is storytelling. We've learn to forget, and we learn to also distort and from the very beginning, we're learning to tell a story about ourselves…. From, you know, the moment we're alive, the idea that stories that we then hear and see and internalized and wear hats from umm… come to conventions about, what would… you know…. We all come here to celebrate only exactly that, storytelling. And through the shared experience of what that gives us, and it may give us strength, it may just distract us. Umm… it may, you know, there's… it can do almost anything. Umm… in fact, for me, it is how we live peacefully, and how we live with ourselves and with each other is we understand our story, everybody else's story; that we are all part of that, and that that story umm… is going to be with us and can be controlled by us, and we can be surprising and delightful and horrifying and all those things, but it is something we can survive because—unlike me—y'all are the hero of the story.

Joss Wheadon

Dark Horse:

An afternoon with Joss Wheadon

SDCC 2015

"When comfort is lost, and your greatest fears take up arms against you, something must die…"

Hachiman's Point of View

I want something Genuine…. Even after much timing passing since that event, I still find myself pondering on those exact words, wondering what they even mean though it is just a simple sentence, grammatically speaking. What exactly does that mean to me? What does it mean to Yukinoshita, or Yuigahama? The very concept of Genuine is an enigma to me, and yet, it is something I desperately seek, willing to open myself up to potential pain just to get a tiny glimpse of what that is, watching those around me just to see what it looks like, but never actually getting so much as a single glimpse or description. This was strange because I never let my mind wander so much that memories of that confession would arise. it was… odd, yet… cathartic. But my question is why did I think about this now, here of all places? Maybe it has to do with me being in the same room with the two people I broke down in front of to tell them my desires? To do such an introspection of myself in the club room… It is not like a bad thing; it just… it seems like a very inconvenient time. I know that we all want to reach that Genuine, but none of us have the slightest idea as to how to go about it or even if a task is even possible. No, even if it is impossible, I know that we will still pursue it because it is something that we all want; we made sure that we understood this, even if we have no way of understanding each other. At least, we can understand that much.

It wasn't after I shook myself away from such perplexing thought that I took notice of the clubroom; there was a lack of noise being made. Usually, I would busy myself with reading, drowning out Yuigahama as she went on about her day or her current events taking place with her clique with Yukinoshita, who would take the time to put aside her book to listen to what she had to say, but instead, no conversation existed. Using my acquired abilities, I shift my eyes over to see what was happening. Yuigahama meddled on her phone, texting away to whoever was on the receiving side, probably somebody from her clique. Nothing special there. I shift over to Yukinoshita, and she was doing what I expected: her eyes glued onto her novel and she meticulously read one page after another, without skipping a beat as I heard her turn the page at the same interval. Funny how I actually took the time to notice how long it took her to read a page, but then again, thanks to my loner skills, I shouldn't be that surprised that I took notice of her systematic reading. However, the bigger case was Yuigahama doesn't have anything to say to Yukinoshita. I find it hard to believe that an airhead such as Yuigahama would have ran out of things to talk about, especially in a school setting, where all that "drama" is supposed to take place. With my interest somewhat peak, I decided to utilize more of my skills to actively gather more information around my surroundings. On occasion, I glanced over in their direction to take a mental note of what was happening, and for all the times, it was the same as before, no talking. I adopted a more aggressive stance as I narrowed the time between my check-ups. Everything seemed to be going fine. I don't think that they have…

"What is it, Hikigaya-kun?" Crap! I got too cocky. I should have known that my loner skills would have been noticed by Yukinoshita, someone that seems to have eyes in the back of her head. The circumstances got even more worse as Yuigahama teared herself away from her phone to look in my direction, curious as to what I had to say, which I had none. Knowing Yukinoshita, the way I kept looking at her and Yuigahama, there was either one of two things that she would say: 1) Yukinoshita would make a comment about how I might assault her or attempt to take her chastity away, or 2) she will make some sort of insult that involves my dead… my eyes.

I'm putting my money on the eyes.

"Hikigaya-kun, I asked you a question, or have your dead-fish eyes finally affected your hearing as well?" Called it, though I don't know why I am celebrating internally after she just insulted me. But in any case, she was right. I have to say something to her. C'mon, Hachiman, you have to say something, anything to satisfy these two girls for if I don't explain my answer, then they will surely be annoyed, especially the Ice Queen. If there is one thing that is dangerous, it is that entering into a hasten pensive state because it can have the opposite effect you want and might just blurt out something stupid.

"Umm… no particular reason. It just… I was thinking about… that moment…" I half-heartedly answered, spewing out whatever words that came to my mind.

Wrong set of words, Hachiman.

I waited for whatever backlash that was coming my wave, which only astonished my surprise more when no words were said. Glancing over to learn what was taking her so long, I took notice of the newly adopted expression on both Yukinoshita and Yuigahama faces. Yukinoshita averted her eyes away from mine, closing her book as her lips trembled a bit, struggling to let out a single word. Yuigahama redirected her interest towards the wall as if it was going to tell her some juicy secret. Their expressions were like thunder as I know what was being said without the use of any words: we are not ready to talk about it. To bring up such a time only to garner this type of reaction was reckless of me and down-right foolish. I tugged on my collared shirt to help ventilate my body for I have accumulated unnecessary amounts of heat. If I drawing such a sweat from this, I could only assume that they too were experiencing similar circumstances.

"Oh…" Yukinoshita trails off. "I didn't anticipate you'd be thinking about that moment." Her eyes still didn't meet mine as it seemed hard for her to do so regarding a situation like this. You are not alone Yukinoshita for I don't think anybody in this room could look each other in the eye. If I had to put this current scene in a single sentence… It was awkward. Not in a bad way, but in a surprising way like a deer in the headlights. We haven't really talked about the events that took place on that afternoon because… well, it was difficult. There are things in this world that are difficult, and I have recognized that from a very early stage of life. Opening a pickle jar was up there, and trying to understand a girl's feelings was higher up (not that I have had a girlfriend, but I see a lot of things on the internet comparing what it is like to understand a girl), but this… this circumstance might has well have been all the way to the moon. I still vividly remember Yuigahama's sadden expression when she asked what I wanted for Christmas, which brought up the memories of that fateful day. I know that she didn't bring it up intentionally, but the silence and sheer awkwardness that followed proved that we weren't ready to have such a conversation considering that had recently happened, and judging from what I witnessed now, I don't think we're ready yet either. All I know is an opportunity will present itself in the future when we are capable of discussing what happened, but right now, somebody has to change the subject and fast because I can't stand this feeling of uneasiness that I brought up due to my stupidity of blabbering out incoherent words just to avoid an irritated Yukinoshita, and my loner skills cannot save me out this bind.

Ask and you shall receive. That phrase ran through my mind when the grateful sounds of knocking were able to disrupt the current atmosphere of amassing awkwardness. With Yukinoshita giving the verbal confirmation to enter, the door swung open, producing a regular, brown-haired girl that would visit us from time to time.

"SEEENNNPPPPAAAAIIII!" Isshiki-san screamed at the top of her lungs, which, though annoying, was better than what we were experiencing a few moments ago. You couldn't have come at a better time, and for that, I thank you.

"Ah, Yahallo, Iroha-san." Yuigahama greeted.

"Good evening, Isshiki-san." Yukinoshita followed.

"Yahallo, Yui-senpai, Yukino-senpai." She returned before focusing her attention towards me with vibrant eyes, expecting me to give her a hello as well.

"…Yo…" I muttered.

"Senpai…" she whined, rather disappointed as she pouted at me with her hands relocating to her hips. "You could put more feelings in your hello's." More feelings? This is how I always say hello to everybody, including my sister, and she doesn't have a problem with it. At least, I don't think so. I redirected my eyes away from her, hoping that she would move on from such an idea, but, to my astonishment, or lack of it, she remained where she was, determined to shake a livelier "hello" out of me like some muscle for a loan shark. She kept up her "cute" pouting face to the point where it just annoyed me. If it was Komachi, then I wouldn't have so much of an issue. If it was Totsuka that gave me that look, I think my heart would have stopped for there is no reality in which I could defy Totsuka, thought it would have been worth it just to see him pout, but this was Isshiki I am talking about; the sly fox of finding ways to get what she wanted. Taking a note from Chamberlin, I decided to appease her.

"Good afternoon…" I said in a livelier-but-not-too-livelier tone, which basically involved raising my voice so that I didn't just utter it on a whim. Isshiki still looked slightly disappointed as she relaxed her arms and let out an audible sigh, clearly showing expressing her expectations not being met.

"That's the best you're going to do, huh?" she asked.

"I gave you your hello. You didn't say how livelier it had to be." I explained. "Anyhow, now that that has been taken care of, what brings you here to the club?" What did bring her to the club? That was a stupid question on my part. Seeing that we have helped her a couple of times, over the past few days, she has been visiting us, increasing the frequency of her visit to the point where it was almost every day. How does she even manage that when she is the student council president? Either she is neglecting her responsibilities, or she just has too much time in her hands, and I am more inclined to agree with the latter.

"What. I can't come here just to say hello and talk to you guys?" she asked.

"It not that you can't come here, but…" I didn't finish my sentence. I didn't feel like answering that question. Here I go again, muttering out words that had no apparent meaning. What is wrong with me today?

"Never mind, you can come here whenever you want, though I do hope that you don't neglect your student council president responsibilities." I finished, changing the subject.

"Though Hikigaya-kun may be rude at times, I am inclined to agree with him, Isshiki-san. Do not ignore the responsibilities of the position you have been elected to." Yukinoshita backed me up.

"You too, Yukino-senpai. I can assure the both of you that I have not been neglecting my responsibilities. In fact, the very first thing I do after classes is check if I do, which today, I don't have any." Too much time in her hands was all that I could think about. Grabbing a chair, she positioned in front of Yuigahama and took her seat, resting her head on her cross forearms.

"So Iroha-san how have you been lately." Yuigahama started up, returning her phone back to her pocket, causing Isshiki to rise up and initiate a conversation with her, causing Yukinoshita and I to return back to our readings.

For the next thirty minutes, the two girls talked back and forth with each other, involving myself or Yukinoshita at times when they had either a question or wanted confirmation on something.

"Senpai, don't you agree that it would be more fun if there were more events at school."

"Am I really the one qualified to answer that question."

"what do you mean by that, Hikki?"

"It means that a lowly person like Hikigaya-kun has recognized that his twisted input would bear no valid opinion to your suggestions. It would be much more efficient to ask a stranger outside the school than to get any valid or sensible input from a person with such twisted ideas."

"Oi… I think my input would be valid."

"Is that so, Hikigaya-kun? Then explain to us your opinion on the matter.

"Let's see…. having more exciting events would probably undermine what you are trying to accomplish."

"What do you mean by that, Hikki?"

"If we have more fun events held at our school, then wouldn't those exact fun events start to lose their significance if the quantity of events held increase drastically. It is like eating the same food everyday: It's delicious at first, but the very act of eating the same food only degrades forcing yourself to eat a food that started out delicious, but becomes more disgusting as time passes due to overexposure of the same taste."

"I guess that does make sense, Senpai."

"Of course it does. Anybody would have figure out something like that. A dream becoming into a nightmare."

"Well, it seems that even someone like Hikigaya-kun has some common sense about a situation like this. I, for one, would tend to agree with such logic, though I would not have phrases it like that."

The rest of the evening was characterized with discussion until the very end of club. There wasn't anything particularly vital within that discussion, but I think that was the point. To be able to have such a conversation with people who are vastly different from you is a miracle in it by itself considering that we each viewed one another differently. Yukinoshita isn't my friend; she rejected my proposal twice saying that a friendship between us would be impossible, but it was clear that we both cared about each other, so by that definition, are we considered friends even if we don't verbally confirm it? The answer, No. On the outside, any normal person would automatically conclude that we were friends, but it is not that simple. Nothing regarding my relationship with Yukinoshita can ever be considered simple, or even Yuigahama on that matter. Friendship requires that all parties acknowledged each other's worth. While we did exhibit this trait, there was something else in the mix that none of us would ever openly admit.

We both were objectifying each other.

Any relationship always starts off with a person projecting something onto everybody that is not himself; we all objectify everybody. I did it with Yukinoshita, and she did it with me. We are both each other's sounding board, and because of that, a friendship between Yukinoshita and myself is incapable of blossoming. With my troubled past, and her dependency issues, it is clear as to why a friendship can't thrive between us because we aren't getting anything from each other. I looked into her to get something out, and she did the same with me, but we were both disappointed when we couldn't find anything. It doesn't help that her objectification of me changed after the Bamboo forest incident, but she still sees some value in me, and I her. Yuigahama is a somewhat different story when it comes to her and Yukinoshita as she was able to get closer to her, but with me, it somehow feels the same though maybe not as complicated. We are all completely different people, and yet, a relationship in able to sprout between the three of us, maybe not seeing each other as friends, but quite possibly something a bit more than acquaintances.

Perhaps this could be the hint as to what I, what we, want?

Returning back to reality, I refocused my attention back to the book at hand and turned the page while the other three continued with their conversation.

Perhaps I'm overthinking it… No… I am thinking about it just the right amount

20 minutes later…

It was that time of the day as all three of us walked along side each other towards the front entrance gate of the school, with me lagging a bit behind as Yuigahama and Yukinoshita conversed with one another while I walked my bike.

"Ne, Hikki. Do you mind if I call you sometime later today?" Yuigahama sprung up, catching me off guard as I didn't expect for such a question to be asked.

"Um… sure, but why?"

"No particular reason. I just want to have a conversation with you that's all. I don't think I have had a decent conversation with you for a while, and I thought tonight might be a good time." A conversation. If she wanted to have a conversation, she could have had one in the clubroom, so why didn't she? I already knew the answer. She wanted to talk to me by herself, and she doesn't want to involve Yukinoshita. I didn't expect for such a development to occur, but I guess there are some things that Yuigahama doesn't want to talk about with Yukinoshita, and would feel a lot more comfortable if she talked things out with me. I look over towards Yukinoshita, but she kept her gaze straight forward, suggesting that she might already know what I have uncovered, but got the message, and didn't want to be a bother to Yuigahama by asking her straight forward. I looked over to Yuigahama, who stared right back into my eyes, seeing within her eyes that there was something that she wanted to talk about.

"alright." I accepted. "You can call me later in the night, just don't call too late for I do need my sleep." I warned her for if she calls during midnight, there is a chance (100 percent) that I might not pick up mostly out of spite for disturbing my sleep.

"Great. I'll to you later tonight." she rejoiced, finally reaching the front gate. From there, we all parted ways as Yuigahama and Yukinoshita decided to spend a little more time with each other. After we got done saying our goodbyes, I turned around, jumped on my bike, and started my journey towards home. I just hope that Komachi doesn't get too mad for me staying out later than usual.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? point of view

"It seems… you are all content with where you are." I expressed in a solemn voice, letting that phrase, that cold phrase, sit with me for the longest of time, pondering on what that meant exactly as a sudden gust of wind blew right past me, the cold breeze running across my skin as goosebumps formed. To think that everything they have gone through just to reach this point? A point of… comfort? Words could not express the raw emotions surging through me as I watched all of the Service Club members return to their homes without so much as addressing anything. I have been… patient, letting things run their course, staying enthusiastic that circumstances will begin to develop, but now that patience is running thin, and it clear to me that no amount of waiting will ever allow them to scratch beyond the surface, failing to look within. They are all just… content with their… their…. I closed my eyes; the realization that I have unearthed was causing my body temperature to heat up, forcing me to relax myself and take deep breaths as to not get too worked up. I couldn't quite describe what exactly I was feeling for it seemed rather wrong. Sadness… melancholy… frustration… anger? All these negative feelings, but none of them quite fully described my current state. Reopening my eyes to this world, I stared out into the horizon as the orange sun began to set as the night from behind creeped its way towards the school. It wasn't until another sudden gust of wind that I felt a small, cold sensation located right underneath my left eye. Whipping away the substance, a closer look revealed the substance to be water, more specifically, a tear. I analyzed my hand for a few seconds, only for a small, rancor-filled scoff to rasp out of my throat.

"Fine… I'll do it myself." I proclaimed, finally realizing that feeling that possessed me. I was going about it all wrong. Emotions shouldn't be dichotomized that easily; it may be true for the Service Club given the roller coaster of emotions they recently went through, but for me, it wasn't all black and white. It wasn't anger, frustration, or even sadness. No… it was anticipation; anticipation for the things that will come to pass. It is clear now the Service Club has no intention of confronting their sins for they have failed to look within themselves and stuck to their comfort. The blame isn't completely on them; it is only natural for people to say in their comfort, but this tend to happen more often than not, and I thought that they might be the exception, but it looks like I was mistaken… again. Regardless, I was a fool to think that anything changed just because they finally had a bit of an understanding of one other since that fateful day in the clubroom. No, calling it an understanding was already glorifying it. I have always been told patience wouldn't go unrewarded, but the seed that they desperately endeavored to sow was planted on infertile land, producing a tree that had beard no fruit.

How naïve of them!

How naïve of me!

I know how that saying goes: fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. But nowhere does it say who is to blame if it occurs for a third time? It is assumed that the blame lies on the victim after the first occurrence, but I don't think it is that simple; nothing ever is, at least, not in this situation. No matter, whoever is to blame is irrelevant at this point for its all in the past, and there is no use crying over spilt milk. BUT, I do not intend to allow for a fourth time, a fourth mistake, to occur.

Brushing back my hair, I straightened my posture out, readjusting my ribbon tie, and walked towards the roof's door, fully aware of what has to come to pass, even if the actions I take will yield such destructive consequences for them and for me. Though, I would be lying if I said that I wasn't ecstatic. I don't think even she would be able to conduct what I was about to undertake. It is all about perspective, and if she were to learn more about me, then she would most likely come to the same conclusion I have made of her.

"Just you wait, Hikigaya Hachiman, Yukinoshita Yukino, and Yuigahama Yui, for I am going to show you something Beautiful."

Well that it. The first chapter of what I am creating, and I thought it would be good to at least post the first completed chapter. To those of you who have read my other works, I know this story, given how SNAFU presents itself, will be a challenge for me. To be honest, seeing that I am not going to post anything for a while in regards to this story, certain action might be taken after a sufficient amount of time has passed.

As I had mention, I would like to give thanks to rohasshiki, Predator7, blank-san, The Mighty Zingy, cadeskywalker1990, Ausko, Pan-chan The Panda, and StoryTelleroftheMist for attempting to answer my question for me and for themselves. All your varied answers will come into handy as to how this story will unfold. Anyways, thank you all for putting up with my thought-provoking questions.