A/N: I do not own any characters nor the Oregairu series.

Hello folks and welcome. Now this this is new for me as I have never written these characters before. Ive tried my best to remain as true to their personalities as possible but alas I am no where near perfect. Also, I have never written a multichapter fic before so this is bit of an experiment for me. So if stuff seems off, that may be why. If there is something wrong do let me know (please be kind!)

Now I would like to inform you all right now and upfront that I will not be updating regularly. I am a college student and one with poor mental health so I beg of you guys to be patient and I shall try to do my best to update as frequently as possible. I have wanted to read more Hachiman x Yukino (Yes this is the main ship here) but there is only so much so I decided to make my own. I hope you all share the same interest as me as I continue this series.

Thank you all and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Isolation

What does it mean to be a loner? Surely the sentiments of such a label are known to be negative in the eyes of society which I frankly find to be bullshit. But a loner cares little for what society thinks of themselves. Source: Me. Isolation and solitude are painted as the "enemy of today's youth" and an epidemic to the mind, according to today's scholarly high society bunch. I embrace the silence and the solitude, it keeps my mind at peace and free of any nuisances from that damned club. Isolation is not necessarily a bad thing, it is practiced all throughout today's education system as is. A school assessment is always done in solitude, no one is to assist the other, and yet proper occupations search for teamwork and cooperation skills in order to "better the workplace" and yield the most efficient of solutions, as it is claimed. Ridiculous. Such hypocrisy at work and yet embraced by society.

Society, such a terrible mess. A loner's ultimate enemy. It is a threat to the very way of life to us. The flow of the group attacking the pillar of support for us loners; a crowd blindly follows along, like a herd of cattle moved through a slaughterhouse line. A superficial being made of others. Incredibly irritating to say the least.

What right does society have to determine the acceptable and mainstream values of today? I don't recall some higher being placing this concept in charge of such a task. Who would entrust such an important thing to the mindless masses? Those who rarely think of anyone else but themselves?

Well whoever it was, they made a really, really stupid mistake.

Mob Mentality is one hell of a drug. That's all I know.

I made my way through the halls, sluggishly of course, sticking close to the wall and squeezing through gaps in the clusters of slow walking idiots, most likely gawking and screeching over some pointless new piece of gossip. Seriously people, can't you all walk faster? No one wants to walk behind you at a damn snail's pace, we have places we need to be. Well, I want to be at home but if I skip out on club, my obnoxious teacher, Hiratsuka, will somehow manipulate things to get me some sort of leadership position in the next student council event. No more, I beg of you demon.

I shivered as I made may to the door of the clubroom. It's quite a miracle that anyone can find this place. Out of the way in a corner hall on the second floor, a generic old classroom. No labels save for a small sign above door that read "Service Club" on a small wooden plaque. I guess the faded streaks on the old wood can count as a distinctive and identifiable label. Easy and no effort put into a distinguishing feature. I say it's a success.

I opened the door, slinking in as quietly as I can to avoid any disturbance to the Ice Queen. I'd rather not have to deal with any sort of lec-

"Good Afternoon, Hikigerma, 6 minutes late today. As expected of a lazy individual such as yourself," a cold, terse voice remarked. I sighed.

Damn that woman.

Yukinoshita sat elegantly in her chair, her poised posture emanating an aura of style and grace. Her long, raven hair cascaded over her slender frame and down the back side of the chair. Her icy blue eyes remained fixed upon the book she was reading in her lap. Known to all as the top of the school, a calm and intelligent individual who can take on anything and fix it herself, she had a further trait set unbeknownst to the general headache of a population. Her refined appearance only sheltered the insecure, conflicted recluse I've gotten to know over the past year. She yearned for an outing out of the mess that is her family and a genuine pillar of support as well as someone to rely upon. A façade so masterfully crafted over years of experience that anyone not with my exceptional observation skills (a definitive trait amongst loners) would have easily glossed over. Despite all her cold and unforgiving insults, I could almost sympathize with her. Key word there is almost.

"I see your bland and condescending sense of humor hasn't changed a bit this year," I muttered monotonously, moving to sit in my chair.

"And I see your rotten eyes still haven't improved. You will traumatize the freshman with a single glance in their direction."

I ground my teeth. Damn this woman. Always making me the butt of her insults.

I pulled out my personal novel and began to read. The faint sound of paper fluttering signified Yukinoshita turned a page in her book. A peaceful silence settled over the room. Despite our bickering, Yukinoshita and I were similar in many regards. We were both veteran loners, set in our own ways, childhood trauma affecting our lives, stuff of that sort y'know. While she can be irritating in her high and mighty attitude at times, she can still show a softer side that can really make you smile.

Ah, uh, my bad I got off track. Ignore that.

I sought to break the silence. "Did we receive any new requests?"

"Your lack of perception is remarkable. Had we a request, I would be prepared with information to begin as soon as you arrived. Perhaps you need to clean and sterilize those rotten eyes of yours in order to see properly."

Ouch. So much for a soft side. "I had not realized my rotten eyes have captivated your attention for you to focus so intently on insulting them," I grumbled.

"Once again your remarkable aptitude for ridiculous exaggeration and idiocy is astounding. Have you considered a career in the circus?"

I shot her a glare. "The remark was clearly sarcastic."

She looked up into my eyes. "Oh? Isn't sarcasm supposed to be humorous? You should try to make your jokes at least somewhat funny, otherwise you aren't going to get very far as a circus clown, despite the fact you are already a clown as it is. Don't you think so?"

"When I make it big in the circus, you'll be sorry then," I retorted, eyes narrowing.

She gave a soft smile and a light chuckle. The act caught me off guard and I felt my face heat up and my voice falter. I gave a sigh turned back to my book. A loud slide of the door brought me out from my daze.

"Yahello Hikki! Yahello Yukinon!"

Ah, the wild card has arrived.

Yuigahama daintily leapt into the room, her bag bouncing with her step. Her face carried her trademark smile, visage encapsulated in her (other) trade mark side-bun hair style. Almost a salmon color, she brushed a brown-colored strand of hair over her ear. It is quite hard to miss the energy and liveliness that is Yuigahama. Often in a good mood, she could almost effortless communicate with those around her and bring about a relative peace with in the atmosphere. Just like Yukinoshita however, Yuigahama hid her true self for a better part of the year. Frankly, she was a tough one to figure out as she based her actions on the mood of the atmosphere. I often compare her to that of a politician, ruthless in a sweet way, hiding her true opinions and motives to appease the surroundings and ultimately obtaining what she wants. Like all, she is not perfect. She tends to slip up and reveal more than what she intends and just for a brief bit I can witness clues to her being. I do have my suspicions…

I digress. I have more work to do in that area.

She skipped along across the floor to her seat right by Yukinoshita, effectively ruining the peace and quiet that was so beautiful.

"Ah Yukinon! It's so nice to be here! I'm so sorry for being so late! I got caught up with my other group but I've been quite excited for club all day! Did we get any new requests?" Her rapid-fire statements made Yukinoshita recoil a small bit in discomfort, glancing first to me, then her book and back to the energetic girl.

"Ah, well, no not quite yet, Yuigahama. Not so close please," Yukinoshita mumbled, holding off the ecstatic Yuigahama.

Hey what the hell is this? Why was I scolded so harshly, and she got off Scott free?

Yuigahama appeared to visibly deflate for a brief instant but returned a familiar smile on her face. "Well that's ok! I'm sure somethin' will come through!" She sat back into her chair, a content sigh as she sank back down.

I turned back to my book, trying to pick up in the story where I left off. I couldn't quite get there though. My mind wandered elsewhere as Yuigahama's annoying voice permeated the atmosphere.

What a fleeting thing life to be. At this thought I scowled to myself, upset that I would engage in some noble philosophy. Who am I to judge about the futility of life? I am just a simple loner trying to make it through this hell hole of chapter in school so I may be free from prying eyes and people. 2 of the 3 people who pry the most were currently present in the room. My suffering could not be any worse than dealing with the cold Yukinoshita and the annoying Yuigahama. Gods of life, please hear my prayers and let me go home early so I may rest in peace?

The class door slid open with a loud bang. "Hey kiddos, how's it going here?"

The Gods have left this mortal plane and abandoned me to suffer. The other 1/3 has arrived.

Yukinoshita sighed. "Miss Hiratsuka, I have told you multiple times to please knock before you enter the room."

Hiratsuka gave a shrug and a smile. "You tend to answer a bit too slow, I don't have the time to wait around y'know?" She gave us a wink as she stood in front of the table.

"Yes, and yet you tend to spend a lot of your time talking to high schoolers a lot younger than you are. Honestly, you should spend more time looking for a date than being with us." Aw shit I knew I fucked that one up as soon as the words left my mouth. I gulped and began to prepare myself for the fury that would be unleashed.

But the teacher stood smiling, eyes still on me. Despite what it looked like, those sharp brown eyes were bearing an intensity that made me shrink slightly.

"Mr. Hikigaya, stand up for me, please."

There was no way in hell I was gonna refuse that. I stood up quickly but cautiously, my eyes darted around her shapely figure, looking from her stare to her limbs, searching for any kind of tell.

"Miss Hiratsuka, I'm sor- UGH!" A strong and hard object collided with my stomach, the subdued sound conveying nowhere near the intensity of my suffering. I groaned in pain and fell back into my chair. Hiratsuka is a scary woman.

"Mr. Hikigaya, you'll do well to refrain from that subject area, Ok?" She seemed quite satisfied in herself at my pain and snickered at my quick submission.

"Th-this is abuse and against policy," I sputtered from my chair. I'm quite sure there is a rule against torture and abuse of children, Hiratsuka.

"Since when did you care about school policy? You hardly care or pay attention in my class anyway," she replied, paying me a second glance.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. It's said that a person's eyes harbor a great deal of telling and information on how a person may be truly feeling. In the terms of communication, it is said that people can convey a great deal of information and emotion by way of the eye alone. And this is true; source: Me. Communication is more than just talking and makes up only 30% of proper communication, the other 70% is done through body language. Conviction of emotion through the eyes is certainly included in this statistic. Often the others complain about my eyes and their "disgusting nature" (which does hurt by the way I'm a human too, whatever I don't care) but the teacher's was something else entirely. Neutral eyes conveying nothing, hiding her intentions. Then her visage changed, and her eyes pierced my own, as if a knife shot straight through me and into my very core. The look made me shiver.

"If you don't want another one, then you better keep your mouth from releasing stupid nonsense from now on."

"Yes ma'am," I muttered, holding my stomach as I sat back in my chair. Goddamn these people and their bullshit. I might as well be a human ragdoll at this point.

Yukinoshita had managed to escape the grasp of the touchy Yuigahama. "Miss Hiratsuka, what is the point of your visit today?"

Hiratsuka winked and bared a sly grin. "Isn't it obvious, Yukinoshita? I have a request for you all."

Thank you all very much!

Fun fact: My school has a fanfic class and I will be submitting part of this as my final

I also have an AO3 account and shall upload to there as well so those who enjoy either formats can read it there too. I shall upload simultaneously to both accounts.

I hope you all enjoyed and I shall do my best to bring as many updates as I can!