Chapter 1: My Talk With Sensei Did Not Go As I Expected

You have always been there for me. In sickness and in health, you were always there. You are one of the few constants in my life, and I know for fact that what I feel for you is truly genuine.

At the end of the day, you are always there. You put up with me when I'm tired, and I put up with you when you're being stupidly unreasonable. Sometimes, I feel like kicking you to the curb. I never will, though, because I know for a fact that I can't bring myself to hurt you like that.

I can always count on you to be there for me. Even when I'm uncontrollably angry, or sad beyond belief… You have always been there. We've had our ups and downs, I won't deny that. Yet, no matter what, I can count on you to be there for me.

That is why you are my best friend. That is why I will always love you, TV-San.

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"What in the world is this bullshit?" Asked my teacher, who habitually displayed some very violent tendencies.

"It's a letter to my best friend," I replied, gulping.

We were currently alone in Hiratsuka-Sensei's office. She had told me to come here after class, and she was most likely going to scold me for handing in what she apparently seemed to think was a fairly crappy assignment. However, after what I was about to say, my teacher was most likely going to showcase those violent tendencies.

"It's what the assignment was, right? A letter to your best friend." I smirked, knowing my response would annoy her. However, in my defense, it did greatly amuse me.

Before I got too engulfed in my train of thought, I felt a gust of air by my cheek. It seemed as though my sensei threw a punch at me, just nearly missing my face. Even though I expected it, it still scared the ever living crap out of me.

"A year in the Service Club, and you still haven't changed, huh?" Hiratsuka-Sensei sighed, before removing her fist from the space above my shoulder. Seeing this, I sighed in relief.

"I'll rewrite it," I said, slightly rolling my eyes. For a loner such as myself, writing reports about friends was fairly difficult.

"No," She replied. Almost instantly. "I've given you way too many free passes. I'm marking this an F."

I gasped. Like, audibly gasped. Modern Japanese was my best class; never once had I ever received a mark below an A minus.

"An… An F?" I asked, horrified. Not only was I terrified of how bad the mark was, but also how my parents would react when they found out! "Please Hiratsuka-Sensei, let me do something to bring the mark back up! I can even set you up with some single bach-" I was cut off by a fist connecting to my stomach, followed by a sharp pain in the same area.

I doubled over, holding my gut in pain, as my teacher rubbed the fist she had just attacked me with.

"Well, Hikigaya, since you asked so nicely… Aside from that last comment… I'll let you bring the mark up."

Holy shit! Maybe this woman had compassion and mercy after all!

"Really? You'll let me rewrite it?" I asked, thanking the gods of crazy teachers.

"No. You won't be rewriting it to bring your mark back up… You'll be attending a camp over the spring break! Muahaha!"

Nope. I was wrong. No mercy at all.

"Fine," I sighed, facepalming. I should've just wrote the damn assignment properly in the first place. "What am I going to be doing there? Helping out ten year old children again?"

"No. Actually, aside from taking part in activities, you won't really be doing any work at all."

What the hell? This woman was going to make me partake in activities with kids seven years younger than me? She truly had no mercy.

"So, what? I'll be playing musical chairs with kids in primary school? That's my punishment?"

"No, you dense idiot. You'll be playing musical chairs with kids your own age!"

This was worse. Much, much, much worse.

"PLEASE NO. I'D RATHER PLAY WITH THE TEN YEAR OLDS," I exclaimed, horrified by her words. This woman was truly evil. No wonder she was still single.

Sensei shot me a glare, almost as if she could read my thoughts. Women are scary. Truly, truly scary.

"Too bad, Hikigaya. You'll be attending over your spring break. I'll text you the details. That is, of course, if you want me to bring your mark up. Look on the bright side! It will be a good opportunity to get you to learn how to socialize."

"How is being forced to socialize the bright side?" I muttered to myself under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" After a brief moment of silence, I sighed in defeat. "Fine. I'll go to your stupid camp. Who else is coming?"

"Hm.. Hayama, Tobe, Ebina, Miura… That clique. I believe Yuigahama is too… And so is Yukinoshita," She replied. "There are a few others, but I can't seem to recall who exactly.

My jaw dropped so hard, it nearly put a hole in the floor. Yukinoshita was coming?! Willingly? Most likely, Yuigahama was forcing her. But still, how? Surely Yukinoshita would've given Yuigahama one of her trademark icy glares, and she would've left her alone, but she was still coming? Perhaps Yuigahama blackmailed her. Yes, that was probably it. There was no other explanation.

"Yukinoshita-san is coming? I must be dreaming," I said putting my things in my bag. "No way she agreed voluntarily."

"Yeah, I was surprised too," Sensei replied, lighting a cigarette. "I'm just glad she's coming. Somebody has to be there to keep you from doing something stupid. Now scram. Go to your club."

"What do you mean something stupid?" I muttered to myself, walking out the door.

Well, thanks for reading this far. Don't worry, many more chapters to come. This first one is somewhat of a pilot; If you guys don't like it, then I'll scrap this project.

Anyways, tune in for more. New chapter will be up by next week, hopefully! And don't worry, more Yukino X Hachiman on the way.