Chapter 5: Plot Begins!
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(-Continuation-)
(-After Two Weeks-)
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(Hachiman Hikigaya's POV)
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๐ฌ๐ผ๐๐๐ต ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ ๐น๐ถ๐ฒ. ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐น.
๐ง๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ฐ๐น๐ฎ๐ถ๐บ ๐๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ท๐ผ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐น๐๐ฑ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ๐๐ฒ๐น๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐. ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ป๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ต ๐บ๐ผ๐น๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ-๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐ณ๐ถ๐ฟ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป. ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ณ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐บ๐ผ๐ป๐น๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐น๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐น๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ป๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ต.
๐ง๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ, ๐น๐ถ๐ฒ๐, ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐, ๐๐ถ๐ป๐, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐น๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ต.
๐ฆ๐๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐น๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ต, ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ต. ๐๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐. ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ผ๐น๐ฑ.
๐ง๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐ฐ๐น๐๐ฑ๐ฒ: ๐๐ผ๐ผ๐น๐ ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ท๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ฑ-๐ฌ๐ผ๐๐๐ต
๐ฆ๐ต๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ด๐ผ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฒ.
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"You are the one who needs to drop Dead Hikigaya." My Japanese teacher, Shizuka Hiratsuka, popped a vein as she finished reading my essay.
With a deep sigh, Ms. Hiratsuka placed a hand on her head and peered down at the paper in front of her. "Say, can you tell me what the assignment was that I gave you in class?"
She asked in a resigned tone, holding up the essay I had submitted.
"Is there something wrong, Ms. Hiratsuka? You wanted us to write an essay on the theme : Reflecting on My Life in High School, right?" I responded with a calm and straightforward question.
"What's with the look that says something is wrong on my part, Mr. Smart Ass? Don't forget, it's your ideas and views that are rotten!"
"They are not rotten, Ms. Hiratsuka. And, let's be honest, isn't that how 'brats' think nowadays?" I defended my views and beliefs, ignoring her somewhat confrontational tone.
She scoffed. "You are also a brat, Hikigaya! And how can you be so flavorless?"
"I am not a brat." I declared it proudly. "Don't jinx me with those fools addicted to youth. I am beyond their league, Ms. Hiratsuka."
"Agreed. You are more like a soulless fish. And where is this arrogance coming from?" Ms. Hiratsuka complained.
Arrogance? Do I come across like that?
I don't know.
"Ms. Hiratsuka. It seems I have failed to properly convey my thoughts in this essay. Why don't you give me a day or so? I am sure I will prepare a better one and be able to convince you this time." I suggested acknowledging my shortcomings.
"Who needs to be convinced by whom, idiot?" She shot back at me with an angry glare.
"Of course it is you." An immediate reply from me that is full of certainty.
"That's it! You are a lost cause."
"No, we just have different perspectives, and that's okay. Let's agree to disagree."
Yeah, there is no need to fight. I am willing to coexist peacefully unless I am consciously bothered.
"Ugg, what am I gonna do with you?"
"There is nothing that needs to be done, Ms. Hiratsuka."
"Oh, trust me, there is a lot." Ms. Hiratsuka held her fist to her forehead with her eyes flashing, shooting daggers at me, as if she were bracing herself for some action.
"..." However, my instincts warned me of the impending danger to my response, and I heeded their advice by staying silent.
After a moment of tense silence, she abruptly changed the subject. "You haven't tried joining any clubs, have you?"
"Clubs? If you are referring to the practice where a bunch of people with a common purpose or interest meet regularly and take part in shared activities, then you are asking the wrong person."
I would still like to continue with my babbling, but the spectator, Ms. Hiratsuka, wasn't keen on my views as she gave another death stare full of malice.
"..!!..." My body stiffened just looking at her expression to avoid the worst case scenario that is triggering her any further.
I got straight to the point. "*ahem, no, ma'am."
"That's it! I think I have a way of correcting your 'wrongdoing'. Now, follow me. No arguments." Using a firm tone, Ms. Hiratsuka instructed me to follow her, indicating that she has a plan or course of action in mind.
"I would prefer to know where we are headed." I politely requested more clarity.
"Oi, I said, NO arguments."
"Yes, ma'am." Hearing Ms. Hiratsuka's emphasized words, I complied with her request and simply followed behind her.
โฆ.well it is not like I am completely clueless about the current happenings.
I just asked her for the sake of it.
I mean, wouldn't it be suspicious if I had followed her without any protest, just for the reason she said not to argue?
Especially considering my typically cautious(:rebellious) character.
But enough about that. If you still haven't caught on to what I am talking about and the situation I find myself in, let me lay it out for you.
Since I bunk-...*ahem, I mean I was on medical leave for the last term of my first year, you could say my second year is the beginning of my high school journey post-accident.
So it could be said that this is my first real experience of high school after all the changes I have gone through.
And let me tell you, these first couple of weeks back at school have been anything but exciting. In fact, they have been painfully mundane and dull.
So let's directly skip over all that and get straight into the current predicament at hand.
Ms. Hiratsuka is now dragging me with her invisible force, and obviously, according to the plot, our destination should be the Service Club, all on account of punishing me.
Honestly, I am unable to comprehend her reasoning behind such an atypical punishment, or is it even considered a punishment?
No. Maybe if this was the old me, then I suppose it can be considered a punishment, and a pretty big one at that. Only for the old me, though.
As for the current me, I am not sure what exactly it meant to me, but it is definitely not a punishment.
For now, the scenario is unfolding just as it did in the show, or at least from what I can recall.
Alas, it's more like I am willingly allowing it to play out.
I manifestly made a handful of calculated decisions, being fully aware that I was following the storyline, such as writing the essay on 'Youth' and now following behind Ms. Hiratsuka silentlyโฆ
In spite of all this conscious effort, I really don't have a solid explanation to defend my choice to follow the story.
โฆat some point, for whatever reason, it seemed like an obvious choice to me.
Do I even need a valid reason for doing so?
As I have stated earlier, my views are still quite similar to those of my previous self. Meaning whatever I have written in the assignment are my ideals and thought process.
However, the current me would prefer to keep my ideals to myself instead of gathering trouble by vocalizing them.
Or, in more clear terms, I have gained more patience and control over myself, allowing me to check my urge to spread my [Unlimited Wisdom].
So yeah, I am fully aware of what I am getting myself into by doing this, and I know how the previous-Me-in the show got tangled up in a love triangle and ultimately made a choice.
Even after all this, if I really had to explain my reason, it is related to my slight intrigue and-
โฆadmiration towards one of the main characters of the show.
โฆand personally, I also think that we would get along quite well if we were ever to meet in person.
Nonetheless, I am not a teenager who is head over heels just because I admire her personality and the way she carries herself.
Sure. Maybe I am a teenager.
But I am no fool.
โฆso, no way that I am possibly busted already.
-NO WAY-
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"We are here." Ms. Hiratsuka announced.
"Hikigaya, I am surprised you really don't bother me again." She 'complimented' me for not nagging, I presume.
"No need to be surprised, Ms. Hiratsuka. I simply prefer not to waste my energy on pointless matters." I replied casually, my eyes scanning the plain corridor where we stood.
Nothing stood out except for the plain corridor. There wasn't even a sign telling us which room this was.
"Well then, let's go in." Nodding to my reply, Ms. Hiratsuka's hand directly reached out to open the sliding door with a clatter.
"Ms. Hiratsukaโฆโ" I interrupted.
"What~? I thought you said you don't want to waste your energy on pointless arguments." She teased me with a smirk.
"I am not contradicting my statement." I defended myself. "But, I believe it's basic courtesy to knock before entering a room."
"Tsk! Shut it, Hikigaya."
She used the same practical, tried-and-tested technique that every adult uses to oppress the younglings when they point out elders' flaws.
"..." I fell silent, deciding it wasn't worth arguing over such a small matter.
There were more important things to focus on anyways.
Truth be told, I am a little nervousโฆ and maybe a little excited too, and come on, let's be real. Who wouldn't be?
The chance of having a face-to-face meeting in real life with the character that people only get to see on display?
โฆwell, sure, I had spoken to a few people before, including my sister and Ms. Hiratsuka, but they don't really count. In fact, if it were anyone else, I wouldn't be feeling anywhere near as anxious as I do now.
It reminded me of the day I felt a similar level of anxiety when I signed the contract with the company.
But even back then, I think I was much calmer than I am now, even though that decision had the potential to completely alter my life's trajectory.
Let me give you a heads-up here. My anxiety is not due to a lack of preparation, but rather because I am fully prepared.
You get what I am trying to say, right?
Humโฆ Anyway, it's a truly unfathomable feeling to experience.
โHuffuuu~~(:exhale)
After taking a deep breath to steady myself, I entered the classroom behind Ms. Hiratsuka.
"Excuse me." I announced my presence, unlike certain individuals who barged in unannounced.
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[To be continuedโฆ.]
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