Summary- What if Hachiman Hikigaya had the ability to look into the future? How much would that affect the storyline? AU. Read to find out.

Iroha is one year older in this story and is in Hachiman's class!

Chapter 1- A Dream Changed My Fate?

"What exactly was the assignment I gave the class?"

"Come with me."

"You will join this club as penance for the joke of an essay you turned in to me."

"Looking at that guy's vulgar and scheming eyes makes me fear for my life."

"The winner can order the loser to do anything they want."

"And it's, like disgusting how much of a snob you are."

"As thanks. You helped out as well."

I woke up with quite a start. I had to admit that was one vivid dream, but in the end, it was just a dream regardless. Often, dreams were connected to our desires, but let me make this clear to you all. I, Hachiman Hikigaya did not desire friends, let alone acquaintances. Being a lone wolf was the best way to go. That way, I won't hurt others and others won't hurt me. It was a win-win scenario, yet that method of thinking was basically criticized by society.

Now, back to my dream...that dream was quite concise and in some way, it frightened me. The very idea of being in a club sounded ludicrous. After all, I was in the best club ever: the going home club. There was no need for me to even consider joining a club. Even though that would be the case, that dream did seem fairly accurate in its character assessment. Hiratsuka-sensei was the type to drag me into a "Service Club". Though the club itself was laughable, why should I spend my time trying to fix everyone else's problems? It would be an utter waste of my time. Not to mention, my favourite quote affirmed my stance on the service club: "To work is to lose".

There were two students in my dream, which were Yukino Yukinoshita and Yui Yuigahama. Yukinoshita was an ice queen. Her frosty replies and unapproachable aura confirmed her true character. On the other hand, Yuihahama was a natural airhead. The fact that she wanted to bake cookies for a boy was a surprise. Though, it took no genius to find out who it was for. It was probably for prince Hayama, who almost all the girls swooned for and could do no wrong to anyone. Pfft, that boy made me sick.

Abruptly, I had an epiphany. Why am I spending so much time and thought into such a stupid little dream? That dream wouldn't affect me in any way, so there was no need to spend more time on such a trivial topic.

"Onii-chan!" a lovely voice yelled.

Well, I need to leave for breakfast. My precious little sister Komachi was calling for me and I couldn't disappoint her.

Have you ever had a sense of deja-vu? For some reason, it felt like I experienced deja-vu throughout the whole day.

"Hikigaya, can you answer this math question?" Sata-sensei asked, as she narrowed her eyes on me.

I really didn't know the answer to this question, but yet it seemed familiar. For some reason, a number popped up in my brain, so I decided to just roll with my brain.

"Eight." I stated.

"That's...correct!" Sata-sensei exclaimed. She looked surprised that I got the correction correctly.

All of a sudden, a few murmurs could be heard. I could feel the stares of everyone towards my direction.

"Did Hikitani really solve that question?"

"No way."

"Pfft...that Hikigross. It's probably just a lucky guess."

The attention was a little irritating to bear. After all, I was a loner and receiving attention would be a loner's worst nightmare. Though, I couldn't really blame them, since I'm horrible at science and math. As a matter of fact, I'm probably the worst in these two subjects in our grade. Not that I really care though, because I accept my flaws and my strengths.

Luckily, I got saved by the bell. Thus, everyone redirected their attention towards their friends and lunch. Yet, for some reason, I still feel like there were some stares directed my way.

I gave a sigh and planted my face into my hands. How did this happen? Why does everything seem so familiar? Familiar, yet different? Oh. Now I remember! The dream I had today might had something to do with why everything today had deja-vu vibes. If I were to remember correctly, my dream covered the parameters of the whole day. It was just that in my opinion, I failed to realize that until now. The dream included Hiratsuka-sensei and all the other sensei teaching their own respective class. It was just that I didn't want to remember it. In essence, the very fact that my dream contained school lessons in it was very discomforting and disappointing.

But now that I think more about it, everyone that had happened in my dream so far occurred in real life. Hmm, what's the next thing that happened in my dream? Oh, Isshiki and Miura will fight over Hayato.

As if the gods were trying to make a point, the two girls were fighting for the attention of Hayama. Wipe that smug grin off your face, you think you're special just because multiple girls are vying for your attention? Don't make me laugh.

"You should go back to where you came from. Hayato is hanging with us today," Miura stated vehemently, as the blonde glared at the shorter female.

Isshiki paid no heed to Miura's warning and interlocked her arm with Hayama's. "So Hayato, let's hang out for lunch!"

As a result of Isshiki's bold action, this led Miura to give a slight push to Isshiki, who responded with a glare.

"Ow! Hayato! Miura just pushed me!" Isshiki cried out. Then, she turned to Hayama with puppy eyes. "Hayato, don't you think Miura's too violent?"

The fire queen scowled and glared at her. "Why you little scheming, conniving-"

"Girls, there's no need to fight." Hayama assured as he brought his hands up. The blonde looked around meekly before turning to the two girls with a sincere expression, "Please."

That cheeky bastard. Looking at him just made me want to punch him in the face.

"Anything for you Hayato!"

"Anything for you Hayato!"

The two girls both answered with fervour. Then, they turned to each other with a death glare.

I sighed. I lost interest in the whole situation, but my theory proved true. The dream I had displayed the future, even if the idea of such sounded absurd. I could call it a coincidence, but these signs shouldn't be easily discarded. So, the best course of action was to see if those events will occur later today.

As I was thinking, I noticed Yuigahama staring at me. When she noticed my inquisitive stare, the pinkette quickly faced the other way with a small blush on her face. Ah, I understood. My eyes must had scared her away. People were shallow in this world, they judge you for your face, clothes and the little things you have in your life. I knew that was how this world worked, because I had been a product of such hatred. In elementary school, they called me "Hikifroggy" and "Hikigerm" and in middle school, they drew mocking drawings of me, would refuse to converse with me and stuffed garbage in my shoe locker. The world was rotten. Youth was rotten. And not to mention, everyone here was rotten.

And this was why being alone was the best course of action.

"You're the one who should die." Hiratsuka-sensei said. She leaned back on her chair, showed the paper to me and said, "Tell me Hikigaya. What exactly was the assignment I gave the class?"

This was it. The moment where I would be thrown into a mess and forced into that "Service Club". Alas, it's quite funny how this world worked. Earlier in the morning, I believed my dream was just a dream. Now, I'm roughly ninety percent certain that my dreams were somehow connected to my future. Though, if I knew that in the morning, I would've changed my essay and not risked being forced into some club. Well...I think I would. Here's the thing...I truly believed in what I wrote on that essay:

Youth was both a lie, and a form of evil.

Those that glorify youth were only fooling themselves and those around them, and believed that their surrounding always affirmed their actions.

By using the word "youth", they twisted and distorted common sense and anything logical. For them, lies, secrets, sins, and failures did nothing but added spice to their youth. If failure was the hallmark of being young like they say, then someone who had failed to make friends must be at the peak of his youth, right?

However, I was sure they would disagree. All of this was just their double standards at play and nothing else. Here's the bottom line: Fools that enjoy their youth should go kill themselves.

Okay. Maybe I did push it a little too far. I mean, I shouldn't have expected normies or even anyone else to understand my line of reasoning. Though, it had to suck for me. My personal beliefs were going to drag me into working for the "Service Club". What an utter catastrophe. Yes, I'm aware that I will meet two beauties today, but nothing good will come out of it. What? You thought I was going to jump for joy and join the Service Club immediately if I knew there were pretty girls there? Pfftt, don't make me laugh. I'm not the old Hikigaya.

"Hikigaya?"

Darn. I spent too much time on my inner monologue. Oh yeah, the question.

"Well, you asked us to write an essay on 'a reflection of your high school years'. And this was how I felt of during my high school years. No, my whole school life. So, there's nothing that could change my mind on my beliefs. After all, nothing good will ever come out of youth." I replied.

Hmm, I thought I was more specific with my reply than the reply I had in my dream, because Hiratsuka-sensei sent me a look of pity and worry. Women, I didn't need your pity at all. I was perfectly content with my situation. There was nothing I wanted to change. So, mind your own business instead and get yourself a husband.

Hiratsuka-sensei contemplated for a second before she turned to me with a smile. Uh-oh. I knew what was coming next. "Come with me for a bit."

No, I had to avoid this. This was a trap. A trap that could ensnare me into the hell of youth.

Hiratsuka-sensei was already walking towards the door and beckoned me to follow her. I needed to do something, but my mind couldn't process any possible solutions. With my current predicament, the most ideal situation was not leaving this room or make some half-assed excuse where I needed to go home immediately.

Though, what came out of my mouth next shocked me. "I don't want to go."

My eyes widened at my reply. I mean, it was true that I didn't want to follow Hiratsuka-sensei into the "Service Club", but that wasn't what appalled me. It was my wording and tone. I considered myself as an articulate person and to be honest, I planned my reply to be quite specific and verbose. Yet, I spoke a five word reply to my sensei and the worst part was the tone behind those five words.

Imagine a young kid who was going to the doctors. What would the kid say? "I don't want to be here!" In addition, they would throw a tantrum. Now, uh...imagine the tone I had behind those five words. It sounded desperate. It sounded like I knew I was going to get hurt. It sounded horrible. So, why did I speak from my heart? Or was I that afraid of the prospect of joining a service club? Sadly, the answer was probably yes on the latter. I don't want to work. I don't want to make friends. I don't want to get hurt. These were all valid reasons for why I didn't want to join some silly little Service Club.

"Sensei, I'm not joining the service club," I expressed with conviction. I truly didn't want to join that club.

Hiratsuka-sensei stopped, turned to me and looked at me with an expression mixed with astonish and amusement. She walked up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I understand. If you really don't want to go, I won't force you."

I let out a sigh of relief. I'm glad she understood. I didn't know Hiratsuka-sensei was so understanding. Wait, something seemed off. Knowing her, I doubt she was going to let this slide so easily. I sent her a wary glance, what was she planning?

"Though Hikigaya, you really need to do something. Join a club, get some friends, better your studies and all sorts of stuff!" she exclaimed, a little too eagerly in my opinion.

No, no and no. A club was too time-consuming. Who needed friends? As for my studies, I would like to proudly state that I'm the third best student in modern Japanese studies, so there was nothing to improve on in the first place. Fine, it's true I did neglect math and science. Those two subjects really did drag my grades down. But it's not my fault those subjects were so difficult. They were all so factual and full of formulas. That was not for me. I was a man of reason and common sense.

"Hikigaya, are you listening to me?"

I wasn't, but her tight hold on my shoulder was now forcing me to direct all my attention towards her.

"What did you say again?"

Hiratsuka-sensei tightened her hold on my shoulder. Alright, perhaps that was the wrong thing to say.

"A club. I insist that you join a club. Even if you don't want to join the service club, you need to join a club."

The speech was spoken with a ton of force. That was unexpected. But the thing is, I didn't want to join a club at all. Joining a club means interacting among other club members and I didn't want to. There were better things to do with my time like studying for math and science, even though I'm not an avid fan of those two subjects.

"I'll rather go home and study."

Was that the wrong thing to say? Because Hiratsuka-sensei had a twinkle in her eyes, which unnerved me a bit.

"That's some load of crap. I know you Hikigaya. You aren't going to study. Unless you want to prove me wrong?"

What do you mean? Was she hinting that I had to prove that I was studying outside class time? Well, I really don't care as long as I'm alone and in a room filled with silence. "What exactly are you hinting at?"

"If you can get at least an eighty percent on the next math and science test, you don't have to join a club. And this would be the last time I annoy you about clubs. But if you score less than an eighty, you have to join the Service Club. So, care to accept the offer?"

Wow, why were the standards set so high? Considering it's me, it should've been at least a seventy percent instead. Or sixty. I'm currently aware of how unlikely and difficult this challenge was and I'm fairly certain Hiratsuka-sensei expected me to retract my claim of studies and join a club. This should be difficult, but somehow, I wasn't even all that worried. After all, I now contained the ability to see the future. This shouldn't be too hard, right? Nonetheless, I better not lose. My peace and quiet were on the line, as well as my identity of a loner. This was one challenge I couldn't lose. And at the same time, it would get Hiratsuka-sensei off my back.

"Deal." I firmly said, shaking her hand. "Though, you better keep your end of the bargain."

Hiratsuka-sensei seemed surprised that I had accepted the offer, but after a moment, she shook my hand. "Don't worry, I will."

After a few seconds of silence, Hiratsuka-sensei turned to me. "Well Hikigaya, you should get going and study right?"

She had a jovial grin on her face, but I knew that wouldn't be perfectly accurate of its representation. Her eyes held disbelief and her tone held a bit of mocking, as if to state that she didn't believe that I could hit the goal. I'll prove her wrong. I didn't like to study math and science, but this was more than just some little offer. My pride as a loner was at stake.

"Yes, I'll be going now." I nodded and turned to leave the room.

As I left the room, I began my way out of the school. Nevertheless, a revelation stopped me. Perhaps it was a little too early for me to head home. Most importantly, I needed to ensure that my dream was as accurate as possible on the future. So, there was only one thing to do right now.

Head to the Service Club.

I peered through the window. It seemed my dream was true in this aspect as well. Yukinoshita was in that room. She was currently reading a book, while sipping her tea from time to time.

What? You thought I was actually going to go inside the Service Club? Nah, all I needed was more proof that my dreams were interconnected with my future.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps and some noise. It might have been faint, but I heard it. Ah, my hearing was so excellent. I was glad my excellent hearing was part of my 108 Hachiman skills. Hmm, but what about my newfound ability? My 109th skill is the ability to see the future through my dreams. That was quite a nifty ability that I had picked up today. Okay, I should stop my inner monologue. The footsteps were getting closer and the sounds were more clear and distinct now. I could hear two people talking, one of them was obviously Hiratsuka-sensei. The other was probably a female student. I needed to leave. Now.

I quickly turned the other way and did a quick retreat. Another one of my loner skills. The ability to retreat fairly quick without any noise made.

As I departed from the location, I soon realized I was in the clear. Phew.

And before I knew it, I fell down to the ground. This was entirely my fault. I did hear of the footsteps ahead of me, but I was too concerned with getting away from the two people that were behind me, that I failed to realize that someone was in front of me.

"I'm sorry," a girl's voice apologized. "I didn't see you there."

The voice was quite familiar. Was this someone from our class?

I looked up. The girl too was on the ground with her hands on her knees. The girl had brown shoulder-length hair with olive green eyes. Oh, now I remembered. It was Ebina and she was part of Hayama's clique. Yep, another one of my wonderful loner skills. The ability to discern faces easily.

"I'm sorry as well." I apologized as well. My plan was to apologize and leave, but it seemed Ebina had a different idea in mind.

She got up on her feet and asked, "Say Hikitani, are you free right now?"

Great, another classmate of mine called me Hikitani. It was quite annoying to hear people call my name wrong. As for Ebina's request, I was going to have to decline the offer. Obviously, she was planning something if it involved me in the equation. "I'm not."

With my curt reply, I got up on my feet and walked past her.

If I was going to achieve a grade of 80+ on my math and science, I should start now. The task was quite daunting, but I had no other choice. Thus, I went to the library and decided to borrow a few textbooks on math and science.

As I looked for a textbook, I took a glance at the whole library. There wasn't much people here. That didn't surprise me at all. For the youth, there was no need to study. All they thought about was playing games and hanging out with friends. What an utter waste of time.

After a few minutes, I finally found all the books I needed. There were only three books, but I thought that was plenty enough for me.

Before I left the library, I heard a cackling sound. Was that normal? As I surveyed the library and with my hearing, I found out the source of the noise. It was a girl who was sitting on a table a few meters on my left. Wait, that girl was Ebina. She was the source of the noise? What could had possibly caused her to act so fanatic? She was reading a book and I had to admit, I was somewhat curious. Therefore, I was about to use one of my loner skills once again. With my vision, I stared at the book. It was a bit far from where I was standing and the letters were somewhat small, but I managed to see the title of the book. Boys Love?

I didn't really critique other people's hobbies. There were countless hobbies that some people had, which they tried to hide. People should be free to enjoy whatever they liked without worry. Well, that was my opinion. Knowing Miura's clique, Ebina was most likely going to get dropped by the group if she revealed her secret hobby. That's the harsh reality of the world.

"Hayato," Ebina smiled with a bubbly expression on her face.

Well, it seemed that prince Hayama got virtually every female under his charm. What else was new?

"Hikitani," Ebina then said my name with a joyous look on her face. "Hikitani and Hayato."

Now, remember when I mentioned that people should be free to enjoy whatever they liked without worry? I took that back. There was no way in hell I was going to enter a relationship with Hayama. I'd rather die.

I eyed the exit in the library. I needed to get out of here. Nonetheless, there was just one little problem. The exit to the library was so close to Ebina. She was practically next to the exit.

"Hikitani and Hayato for the win!" Ebina cheered. "Best couple of Sobu High."

This was too unnerving to listen to. See, this was the downside of having great hearing. All the stuff I didn't want to hear was heard. Add in the fact that Ebina was supporting a weird relationship between Hayama and I. What made her think we were a couple? I hated his guts.

Anyways, there were only two things I could do. I could risk it and rush towards the exit or I could wait it out until she left. For now, I guess I could just wait it out. I could focus on my math and science.

"Hikitani and Hayato."

Alright, no need to listen anymore. It was now time to block out all the noise surrounding me. Another one of my invaluable loner skills.

So, I studied for a whole hour. To be honest, I'm surprised I soaked in a lot of information. And it made sense. Perhaps it was due to my dream? I mean, I technically got taught twice today. And the information I learned today was easily grasped compared to my usual days, because I had the advantage of hearing the lesson before.

Maybe an 80% or higher was looking more and more likely for me. But maybe there was more?

As I thought about it, a revelation hit me. Modern Japanese studies. If I was going to be completely honest, it irked me that those two bastards were better than me in my subject. I could imagine Yukinoshita's smug expression that she was the best in the grade at Modern Japanese, despite the fact that I didn't really meet her at all in real life. And Hayama being better in that subject triggered me to no end.

Well, there were going to be changes. These dreams were going to change my life. And the best part of it was that I only needed to put the same amount of effort or a bit more effort, but nothing substantial.

With a look at my watch, I realized it had gotten late. It was time for me to go home. I could only hope that Ebina already left the library.

I grabbed my books and got up from my chair. I stretched my arms for a bit, but suddenly, someone placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey Hikitani."

I froze. I knew that voice. Turning around, I saw a beaming Ebina looking at me. For some reason, my natural instinct was to run. She wasn't really dangerous, but hearing her spew about the notion that Hayama and I should enter a relationship made my ears bleed.

"Hey." I said back. "I was just about to leave."

Sensing my intention to leave, Ebina faced me. "I didn't know you were studying Hikitani."

I could only shrug my shoulders. "Me neither."

Then, there was only silence until Ebina looked at me with a dejected expression.

"I hope you don't tell anyone about my hobby."

To be honest, I could care less about her hobby. The only thing that concerned me was the fact that I was included in such delusions. Whatever, if I kept it a secret, I wouldn't have to listen to such garbage spewing from her mouth. That was a win for me. "Alright, I won't tell anyone."

Ebina brightened up at my words. She turned around and began to leave, waving goodbye to me. "I have to go right now. Bye and thank you Hikitani."

I watched her leave. Oh, I hope she didn't think we were friends. It would be terrible if she started coming up to me tomorrow and telling me all about Hayama.

Quickly, I shook my head and grabbed my books. After I checked out the three books, I made my way towards the exit.

It was now getting quite late. I should head back home to meet my lovely sister Komachi. No, I didn't have a sister complex.

Continuing on my walk back home, I stopped when I heard a voice call for me.

"Hikki!"

First off, who was Hikki? And she totally botched my name. I turned around to spot a pink haired girl. Yuigahama.

If I was going to be completely honest, I didn't know her at all. Although, I guess the dream did help me know a little about Yuigahama and Yukinoshita. Still, that didn't change anything, I really didn't care for either of them.

"What?"

Yuigahama scratched her chin and looked away. I see, she was terrified of my eyes.

"U-Uh, I made some c-cookies today," Yuigahama stuttered. "There was a little too much, so um...you can have it."

She handed me the cookies. This seemed familiar to me. So, I guess Yuigahama went through with the cooking with Yukinoshita and baked some cookies. Although, maybe it was better that I didn't receive such a gift. They looked burnt and I really did have a feeling that the cookies tasted terrible. If this was the old Hachiman, he would've happily took the cookies and fell in love with her. But the current me wouldn't make such a careless mistake. I learned from all my horrid experiences. Yuigahama was a nice girl and nice girls were dangerous.

"Thanks." I said, taking the cookies from her.

She brightened and turned around. "Thanks. Bye Hikki!"

As I watched her leave, I eyed the cookies. So, even though I didn't join the service club, the events still happened. Cookies were made, but why did I have this feeling that I forgot one detail about the cookies? Why did Yuigahama cook the cookies again? Oh yeah, she wanted to improve her cooking, so she could impress some boy. And since the cookies weren't good, she decided to give it to someone who would enjoy such trash cooking. But she was mistaken. Giving it to me didn't make me appreciate her cooking or her at all. In fact, she was most likely trying to gain my favour and then use me later down the road.

Spotting a garbage can, I threw out the cookies. It was a heartless move, but don't be mistaken. These weren't meant for me. Those cookies were supposed to be for this mystery boy. Not to mention, she irked me. She was too similar to Orimoto, so I was bound to get hurt.

Sighing, I took a next turn left. It was time for me to head home. Today was such a rough day.

A pink haired girl watched as the boy threw out her cookies. The girl clenched her heart. The fact that he threw out the cookies hurt her, but what made it even worse was the fact that he didn't even try to eat a cookie.

Suddenly, all the strength left her. She fell down on her knees and wept.

Yuigahama Yui was heartbroken.

Hachiman's 109 Loner Skills:

5. The ability to retreat fairly quick without any noise made.

12. The ability to easily recognize faces

27. Excellent vision

72. Excellent hearing

77. Block out all the surrounding noise

109. The ability to see the future through my dreams

So, how was it? I hope you guys all liked it!

There was a lot that went on. The dream that Hikigaya had was basically the first episode and the contents of that day.

Review, as any feedback would greatly appreciated!