A/N: As far as whether this fic is a oneshot or an ongoing thing... I honestly have no idea at this point, all I know is I binge watched Oregairu over the span of a few days and thoroughly fell in love with it. And I'm a very unapologetic Hikigahama shipper.

Chapter One: Hope I Didn't Speak Too Soon

"I'm in love with this club," Yui smiled. Her eyes glittered in the gilded sunset, sparkling with looked like tears. Hachiman was silent, unsure of what to say.

Again, she spoke. Her voice was thick with emotion and her eyes shimmered like jewels, with a matured intensity so unlike her normally youthful self.

"I'm in love."

The smile on her face took a bittersweet turn, her lips twisted and the lower one trembled; water nearly fell from her eyes before she looked away and wiped them. She opened her mouth to speak again, her smile back in place.

"Yuigahama"

"Anyways, I-"

They spoke a the same time. Hachiman's voice surprised even himself. He hadn't intended it to be so loud. Normally, he would have spoken in scant a whisper, one that would have been lost in the girl's own voice. But not this time. His eyes darted up, away from the bike at his side and to the girl in front of him. A blush colored her cheeks, her mouth was slightly agape, her arms hung limply at her sides and something like... Hope? Seemed to be in her eyes. Whatever he was going to say, Hachiman realized there was no turning back at this point. He nudged his bike's kickstand with his foot, propped it on the ground, took a step forward. Yui, a few paces away seemed to lean in. The flush on her face deepened slightly, her body leaned in almost imperceptibly. But to someone like Hachiman, someone who always watched, always read between the lines... He saw the signs as clearly as the signs he tried to ignore the night they watched the fireworks together and he walked her home. This was absolutely the point of no return.

"I... You..." He tried futilely to put what was in his mind to words. Has his voice always been this abrasive and dead? His throat tensed and felt sore, the words were ricocheting in his head, but he had nothing to say what he felt. This was what everyone had been warning him about, this inability to change his ways even once, when he truly wanted to. The expression on Yui's face faltered, her bottom lip began to tremble again. She thought he was rejecting her.

He panicked, he wasn't sure what else to do. He lunged forward, and she yelped. He engulfed her in his arms, wrapped one around her waist and the other around her upper back, hand stroking the back of her hair.

What was he doing?

She melted into his embrace, and the barely repressed tears from earlier came flowing down. Her shoulders were quaking as she laced her arms around him and held on like he was the only thing keeping her in this world.

"H-hikki..." Her voice was a hoarse whisper as she brought her head up from where it was buried in his chest, sniffling.

Hachiman felt blood rushing to his head... This was the closest he had ever been to her, and it was too much but still not enough. The hand on the back of her head migrated to the side of her face, cupping her cheek and running its thumb against the smooth creamy skin. He felt like he was watching the scene unfold from above. Yui's tears continued to trickle down her face as a smile, tortured and ecstatic twisted its way over her perfect features.

"There's no reason to cry, Yui."

It wasn't lost on her that he used her first name. The colors around them shifted from gold to a soft pink. Why did his voice still sound so harsh?

"Th-thank you Hi-... Hachiman," Yui's voice had softened, and remained slightly nasally in the wake of her crying spell. Her skin glowed in the dying sunlight and appeared to glitter like the stars themselves, polished with her freshly shed tears. Her eyes, slightly bloodshot still shimmered with as much depth as before. The two of them were frozen, arms wrapped around one another. Their breaths came in slow, even measures that left a rolling percussion over the near perfect silence around them. Nobody else was in this area of town, all the other students had long since left for home, and even Yukino had left.

Yui closed her eyes, leaning into Hachiman's hand, savoring the feeling of his body pressed up against hers, his warm breaths gently washing over her face like soothing waves on the beach. A small sigh escaped her lips. The sky's colors shifted from pink to a deep red.

Hachiman felt himself leaning in, felt his own eyes beginning to close. He still felt like he was in the backseat of his own body, but at this point he didn't care. His lips were a hair away from connecting to Yui's, he paused as if pressing into the kiss would shatter the delicate moment. Yui briefly tensed up, and then relaxed as she understood what was going on. She leaned forward to close the distance.

Suddenly, with their lips a hair away from one another, thunder cracked in the sky above them. Caught off guard, the pair jumped and disentangled from one another.

"It looks like a storm is coming," Hachiman's voice shook. His heart was racing, he noticed.

"Y-yeah it looks like it! We should probably get going then," Yui spoke uncharacteristically softly, rubbing one of her arms with the other.

"I could... walk you back if you'd like." His offer was cautious and stiff, he had slipped back into his usual manners again.

"N-no! No you don't have to, I'd feel terrible if you got caught in the rain because of me." Yui took a few steps backward as she spoke, the gap between two of them widened again.

"Suit yourself." Hachiman nodded.

"Bye-bye, Hikki!" Yui flashed him a peace sign, turned, ran in the opposite direction.

Hachiman was silent. A particularly fat raindrop hit him in the middle of his head. He grumbled something under his breath, walked over to his bike and silently rode home. He couldn't let Yui become president, nor could he let Yukino be president. Not if he wanted to preserve the club. But why did he want to preserve it? He didn't care, did he?

If he didn't care, why would he have nearly kissed Yui? Why would he eat all of the burnt cookies she made him? Why would he be thinking about a way to keep the club together for her -

Wait. For her?

Hachiman's thoughts ground to a halt as his bike slammed into the curb at the end of the crosswalk he'd been biking on. Instinctively, he stuck his hands out to break his fall as his knee struck the edge of the curb.

"Damn!" He hissed. His hands and right knee had rubbed against the concrete, and droplets of blood began forming on the wounds. Hachiman brought himself to his feet, picked up his bike and walked the rest of the way to his house.

By the time he made it back, the rain was pouring and even his one unruly curl had been flattened he was so thoroughly drenched. His hands and knee hadn't really scabbed over thanks to the rain, and so blood was liberally coating his black uniform pants, and leaving dilute puddles behind him as he trudged toward his house.. Hachiman tiredly put his bike to rest in the garage and half limped into the house. Komachi was sprawled on the couch lazily flicking through channels as the door opened. She looked over the edge of the sofa, saw his soaked upper half, and giggled.

"You look like you had a nice ride home! You should change out of those clothes before you get sick."

Hachiman grunted in response, hiding his hands in his pocket and keeping his cut knee hidden from view. Komachi flopped off of the couch, scrambling after her brother as he grabbed his pajamas and haphazardly threw them into the bathroom.

"Are you okay, onii-chan?" He always had been a bit grumpy but today seemed like a different sort of withdrawn moodiness, and his pants were torn Komachi noticed.

"Fell. I'll be fine, I'll talk to you in a bit." Hachiman huffed, shutting the bathroom door and turning on the shower.

Komachi shook her head. She ran down to the living room, grabbed a tube of ointment from one of the cabinets, left it on his bed, and padded back to the living room. She had some TV to watch.

A/N: This felt okay ish to write? I'm not entirely sure if it's decent or not, I'll probably go ahead and reread and post an edited version of this chapter in the future. In addition, if anybody wants to beta read for me, feel free to PM or even say so in a review. Thanks so much to whoever takes the time to read this, and have a lovely day!