Author's note: Hello, and welcome to my first ever story.

Firstly, this is not a standard, happy K-ON! fic. There are no 'cute girls doing cute things' or something like that. What I'm aiming for is kind of a bit like Full Metal Panic: a bit of humor, romance, action, drama, and friendship. But of course, the main genre is romance.

Secondly, this fic is set in the universe of Haruhi Suzumiya. So the school is North High, not an all-girls school. But please do note that Haruhi had nothing to do with the main storyline. Her and the SOS Brigade will make an appearance for side stories.

And lastly, this fic will be focused on the character development of my OC. The story will be mostly told from his perspective.

That said, please enjoy the story. And if you have the time, please do review.

4:30 am. The sound of the alarm from my phone could be heard. This was the usual time I woke up to go to school. I dismissed the alarm and got up from my bed, blinking my eyes a few times to clear my vision. The room was still dark, with the lights turned off.

People said that when it's your first day in high school, you'd feel way more excited than anything that goes on in your life. To me, there was nothing different. It'd be just the same as before, boring classes, boring people, and so on.

Or maybe that's just me. Hell, I don't care.

I walked to the living room to do my morning exercises. Push-ups, sit-ups, you name it.

The lonely atmosphere in my house was something I'm getting used to. I have always been alone since 7th grade.

After being done with my exercises, I went to the kitchen to make some breakfast and coffee. The breakfast was nothing special, just an omelet with rice. That alone should be enough to maintain my energy until noon. Once done with my breakfast, I took a sip of my coffee and lit a cigarette. I know what you're thinking, a high school freshman shouldn't be smoking. Well, life's not really friendly with me for quite some time, so smoking was one way to smooth things out.

It was 5:30 when I was done with my coffee and cigarette. I went upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower, and changed my clothes to my newly obtained uniform. It consisted of a blue blazer, a white long sleeved shirt, a tie and a pair of pants. On the blazer's front pocket there was the logo of the school, kind of looked like the letter 'M' in lower case. I wasn't really a tidy man in fashion, so I didn't bother to tuck my shirt in and left the blazer unbuttoned.

I took a glance in the mirror to make sure I was presentable enough. The reflection of a man stared back at me. This man, of around a 179cm in height, had a brown hair with the tip barely reached his shoulders. His sharp brown eyes reflected loneliness and sorrow. The frown he had never left his face. His broad shoulders indicated that he was athletic and pretty active in sports.

That's me, alright.

I took my bag on the table and headed out, not forgetting to lock the front door.

My new school, North High, was on the top of the hill. So getting there would be quite a chore. The cherry blossoms to my left and right were blooming in full force. As the warm wind blew, the petals fell down slowly, following the direction of the wind.

It is quite a sight for a few people, saying that it's inspirational or motivating. Not for me though, they're just slowly dying organisms.

It wasn't long before I reached the hill. There were a crowd of students from North High going up, all of them had a friend or a gang to walk together with. The male students wore a blazer, and the female a sailor uniform. Quite a strange combination, maybe the headmaster had a sailor uniform fetish or something.

I took my first step at my new school after a quite tiring hike up the hill. New students should go to the hall for the entrance ceremony, so I did.

The entrance ceremony was… well, like an entrance ceremony. Few of the students found the speech motivating, many of them, like me, found it boring and pointless. Words would not motivate people, but I believe actions would.

The next thing after the ceremony was the class assignments. I took a glance at the crowded board, and saw my name on the list. I was assigned to class 1-5. There was no point in looking at the other names, since I didn't have any close friends from middle school, so I went straight to class.

I was the first one to enter the class, so I took my favorite spot in the corner of the room with the window next to me. It took a good 5 minutes or so for the rest of the class came barging in. They took their seats next to their best friends and talked about how high school would be different from middle school. Me, I just put my head down and took a nap. The spring air was just good enough to make me feel drowsy.

I woke up to the sound of the door sliding open. Enter a teacher, his slightly bald head and white colored hair indicated that he was in his 40s.

"Good morning, everyone! It's a fine day, don't you think?"

The high school freshmen replied with high spirits, though a few of them just kept quiet and said nothing.

He introduced himself as Okabe, and would be our homeroom teacher for the year. The man whose face was slightly wrinkled also stated that he was the supervisor of the handball team. As he rambled on about the future of handball in Japan, I started to space out.

Suddenly, he clapped his hands together, making me snap out of my dreams.

"Okay! Let's introduce ourselves!"

The students started introducing themselves, starting from the rightmost front seat. Logically, I'd be the last one to stand up and introduce myself.

One by one they introduced themselves. I didn't even bother to remember their names.

One weird female student, named Suzumiya Haruhi talked about time travelers and aliens in her introduction. The class went to an awkward silence after that. Our homeroom teacher, with hesitation, told us to continue. Might want to stay away from that girl, I mentally noted.

It wasn't long until the introduction reached the girl to my right. She had a shoulder length light brown hair with her bangs pinned down with two hairpins. With a determined expression planted on her face, her brown eyes filled with concentration. Just as I observed her, she stood up from her seat. A little too rough, I noticed.

"My name is Hirasawa Yui! Nice to meet you all!"

She then sat down back on her seat. Smiling like she had just accomplish something successfully. It was time for my introduction. I stood up from my seat and said, "Yamamoto Hiromi, pleased to meet you all."

It was easy to read the expression of my classmates. Many of them were scared due to my scary look. I guess these people judged a book by its cover.

After the introduction was over, Okabe-sensei had a little speech for a while. I was not willing to listen to him, so I went back to my slumber.

I woke up after the speech was over. Before he left the class, Okabe announced something that annoyed the hell out of me.

"A student must be active in at least one club activity."

Well, balls.