Is kindness even real?

I would like to present a shocking truth; Kindness as you know it does not exist. All "nice" people are massive hypocrites, and the nicer they are the more of a hypocrite they become.

Imagine this: A starving child on the streets asks you for 300 yen, or he'll die. Of course you give him the 300 yen. All riajjus would give him the 300 yen.

Who would be so heartless to refuse a starving child, and condemn him to death? Isn't my snack worth less then a life?

But what of the children who don't ask? Surely the act of asking does not make a specific child more worth saving.

Likewise for distance. It shouldn't matter how close or how far the child is.

If anyone really cared, they would dedicate their life to saving children. They would put every single penny they had to the cause. Because all "nice" people would agree that the shiny stuff they have wouldn't be worth a life.

So if there's no such thing as kindness, is it possible for there to be nice girls?

You know, these guys look really suspicious, and that's saying something, coming from me.

Before I introduce Fuijio-kun and Gako-kun, I have to do a small lesson on the ecology of loners.

People think that loners are a species, under the greater genus of Altus Schola Discipilus, but that's doing a disservice to us non-conformists. You gotta put us in the right category, y'know?

Loners are actually a genus, under the class of Altus Schola Discipulus. In fact, I think there are more variants of loners then there are riajjus.

Those guys eventually form into the distinct "Sports Guy", "Comic Relief Guy", "Fashion/Rich Guy" , "Prententious Apple/Samsung Fanatic Guy",

"What do you mean, I can't constantly be on social media. Guy." Sometimes there are people who are a mix of some of these categories, but that's as interesting as they get.

Even slugs have more variants then riaajus. Normal personalities are so boring.

And that was why I decided to be a loner, because I have an interesting personality.(xd) Anyways, us individualists form very specific groups.

There's the "I'm honestly better than everyone else and I don't really value human contact, fuck off" Yukinoshita loner. These are the rarest by far. In fact, I think Yukinoshita is the only one of these I've ever seen.

But she has plenty of wanna-be imitators. That leads us to our second species.

"I'm socially inept and don't want to be, but since I have no other choice, I'll pretend like I'm above it all." Honestly, this kind of loner was the most insignificant. Why would you care about social interaction? It doesn't matter.

There's the "Circumstances have led me to a place in my life where I have no clear goals and nothing to fufill me and since there's nothing to give me purpose I'll imagine fantasies or play video games all day."

This is the Zaimokuza variant, and I'm pretty sure this is the most common species. You'll see these guys everywhere.

There's plenty more, but these are the relevant ones.

Fujio-kun fell under the second category, and had sparse grey hair and a thin build. His hands were slightly bigger porportionally then the rest of his body and stuttered when he spoke.

His partner in crime, Gako-kun was more of a third-category kind of guy. Gako-kun was more heavier set, and had bright splotches of red across his face. He on the other hand, seemed to be unable to say something without shouting.

They made an odd pair, but their friendship was formed with the strongest bond- the fear of being truly alone, so they stuck by each other's side.

Usually, these guys didn't really do anything that interesting. But recently they've been looking at Yuighama far too much, even considering the gravitational attraction of her Yui's. Ahem.

I sat in my usual seat ,shrugged off a backpack that weighed as much as I did, and kept a careful ear. Seriously, did the school not care that this was essentially slave labor? These textbooks weigh like five-hundred pounds!

Heaven forbid I need to bring my laptop, because on those days my spine just stops working. Maybe I should sue.

With these worthless thoughts in my head, I overheard snippets of conversation. These guys are way too loud. Maybe they don't realize I'm here? Wow, the points I put into [Stealth Hikki] have really been paying off these days.

"Hey, I think I've fallen for someone in ...lass."

"Really bro? Me to."

"Is it Yuighama?"

"Yeah, she's so nice. Her personalities, ahem personality is so good, don't you think?"

"I've fallen for her too I think. One time, she thanked me really enthusiastically when I opened a door for her. Maybe she's hinting that she's into me!"

"Gehhh"

Sorry. That last one was me making an involuntary sound of disgust. This reminds me too much of middle school, please stop I'm getting PTSD!

"We should totally confess someday dude."

"Are you retarded? Let's do it today. Imagine if one of us could score."

Stop using mental issues as bad punchlines. Anyways, this doesn't sound like good news.

"When though? During lunch?"

"Nahh dude, let's do it after school, so we get some alone time. Girls love it when you go the extra mile for them, so lets follow her out and confess in the street."

"Sounds like a plan."

This was going to be an issue. A major issue.

Yuigahama meanwhile, was attempting to balance her pencil on her nose, out of what I'm guessing is sheer boredom.

Her eyes are focused on the ceiling while her head is tilted back. Occasional huffs of concentration and humphs of exasperations can be heard.

Stop that, that's weird, childish,cute,strange and adorable.

Honestly though, I can't blame her. Kamoshida-sensei is giving us a long speil about the history of volleyball. Who cares about the history of volleyball?

Not me. And apparently, not Yuighama.

Oh look, the pencil fell. As she went to pick up the pencil, her eyes flickered up to mine.

"Ehh?"

Her hands spazzed out, shoulders shifted back, and her face blazed a deep crimson. She whipped her head back around towards Kamoshida-sensei's fascinating lecture and stuffed her hands into her lap.

Hey, at least pick up the pencil you left on the floor. Someone might trip on it.

And why are you sneaking glances at me? Are you checking to see if I'm still here? I thought even two-year olds understood object permenance. It's not like I'll dissapear, even though my [Stealth Hikki] is leveled really high.

What's worse, Fujio-kun is getting the wrong idea.

"Look, she's totally blushing man! I swear she was giving me "the look" "

"Dude, she'll definetely accept if we confess."

Maybe she was giving them "the look". Maybe this was just late-spring romance blossoming. Maybe one day Hiratsuka-sensei will get married.

In any case, telling Yuigahama-san about this was out of the question. I'm not sure it's in Yuigahama to tell two random guys in her class to stop stalking her, and it'll probably just stress her out.

But that means the burden of the problem is on me, where it belongs.

Seriously though, stop trying to peek at me Yuigahama-san. Kamoshida-sensei is giving a stimulating presentation on ball elasticity.

"Hikki, why were you staring at me during class?"

After doing our usual "Why didn't you wait for me, I did wait for you" ritual we walked to the clubroom. I can't even tell if it's a running joke, because Yuighama-san is seriously forgetful.

"You were balancing a pencil on your nose. Besides, weren't you looking at me more?"

DEJA VU, I"VE BEEN IN THIS PLACE BEFORE.(Drifting noises)

Yuighama made a pouting expression.

"That means you were looking at me the whole time, you know. It's super weird for us to be looking at each other so much during class

...right?"

"I can't really help it since you're right in front of me."

Yuigahama swung her pouch overhead, and gave me a light clobbering with it. Speaking of...

"Stupid Hikki. Read the mood."

"I don't think I've ever done that. Do I have to write a paper on the mood?"

Yuigahama raised her pouch threateningly, but I was saved by the bastion that is the club room.

Before I left, I asked Yukinoshita if I could borrow some of her textbooks.

She gave me a lecture about how if my fish hands and fish eyes and overall fishiness infected her books she would have to burn them and charge me for new copies.

Fine with me, I'd rather not use them.

"Hey Yuigahama, can I walk home with you today?"

"Huahhh? W-Where did this come from? Is this about class today? What is this?"

" You could've just said no."

"T-That's not what I meant. I was just surprised,that's all. It's alright if it's Hikki..."

Was this a jab at how nonthreatening I am? My masculinity was seriously hurt, woman.

I picked up my five-hundred pound bag. These things are seriously heavy...

"Whatever, let's go."

"Yeah! Let me get my stuff first."

After waiting for around fifteen minutes for Yuighama to collect her bearings, we left the school and walked towards the subway. Yuigahama was humming a merry tune that sounded sorta like

"hmm Hmmm HMM hmm hmm"

Doesn't really translate well onto paper. She was skipping too. Where do you find all the energy for all of this stuff? Do you do this everyday, just prance happily home? What happens when you have to stop or reach the Subway?

Maybe she does jumping jacks. Maybe she does high-knees. Wait, she might be a part of the planking craze, even though the last time I heard about that was eight years ago. Is Yuigahama-san the type of person to plank on the subway seats and take up 5 spaces by herself?

Maybe her huge chest takes up an extra sp-

That's them. Fuijio-kun had a comically large newspaper held in front of him, and Gako was doing an innocent whistle. Seriously guys? That has to be the most cliche way you could ever stalk anyone. Now's the time for me to act.

And by me acting, I mean telling Yuigahama "Be careful. These guys have been looking at you all week." and activating [SUPER MEGA ULTRA STEALTH HIKKI]. And by [SUPER MEGA ULTRA STEALTH HIKKI] I mean just walking away and pretending to be interested in a random street vendor.

Yuighama gave me a curious look, and started towards me, but was stopped by Fuijio-kun's outstretched hand.

"I've been in love with you for the longest time, please go out with me!"

Fuijio-kun spluttered out.

Yuigahma-san looked profoundly uncomfortable.

"Uhh... Fuja-kun? I didn't know you felt that way about me. Sorry, I already have someone else I like."

Fuijio-kun's face went stark white, and started muttering under his breath. His fists clenched, and I could make out "...doesn't even know my name"

That's harsh buddy.

Gako-kun smirked, and strolled forward confidently.

"And that someone is me. You want to go out for coffee right now?"

Yuigahama now looked slightly disturbed.

"Sorry Gato-kun. Maybe you should ask someone else? You're a nice guy though!"

It was now Gato-ku, I mean Gako-kun's turn to overreact. His face flushed the darkest crimson I've ever seen, and his left eye started twitching.

"What...wha.."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"

Fuijio-kun gave an uncharacteristically loud shout, and both of them started surrounding her.

"I've heard of this. She's just playing hard to get. She thinks it makes her more attractive."

"You're already attractive, drop the act and go out with me."

Yuigahama was backing up, but she was quite literally being cornered against a wall.

As awful, misinformed, and tacky their respective confessions were, I had no right to stop them.

Even if they weren't from the heart, they were still confessions, and they still took courage. But this is where I step in.

Strolling away from my half-eaten noodle soup, I placed myself between Yuigahama-san and the goon twins.

"Leave her alone"

Fuijio-kun raised his eyebrows and Gato-kun glared at me.

"Who's this? Do you want to impress her? She's going out with me, sorry"

"Hikitani? Are you trying to live your fantasies of saving a girl? You don't do anything in class, don't interfere now."

I said nothing, only walking forward, so Yuighama would have a chance to run. I gave her a hard look that I hope said "Run away, get help."

But she stood transfixed, not moving at all.

"Let's teach this guy a lesson."

Both of them raised their fists, and prepared to beat several colors of crap out of me.

While I'm no Guru or Kungfu-master, I knew the two main rules of fights from my dad's drunk rants.

1. Fights are tiring

I was in slightly better shape then these guys because I biked to school everyday, and even then my stamina was pretty bad. Regular fights lasted around 2 minutes before both parties were too exhausted to throw punches.

I suspected that this one would last even less. So all I need to do is make it through 2 minutes.

2. More people make fights exponentially harder

This wasn't some tacky anime. I couldn't reasonably be expected to overpower two people working together against me.

But I held hope that these guys were more out of shape then they looked, and that they've never been in a fight before. I mean, I haven't either, but stopping an attack is easier then starting one.

Fuijio came in with a lazy right hook that bounced off my wrist. Ouch. Gako howled and thrust forward both of his palms as if blasting magical fire.

Both of his palms struck my chest, and since it was his palms instead of his fists, I was just pushed back a few inches instead of taking damage.

Fuijio's left fist swung through where I would've been if I wasn't pushed by his helpful assistant. Total team-fight synergy.

All the while Yuighama still refused to run, just watching the fight like a deer in the headlights.

Fujio unleashed furious,uncoordinated punches that left me sore and seeing spots. Gako was doing strangely complicated Kung-fu moves so all I felt from him was the occasional kick or strange punch.

Seriously, this guy tried to do the backward-leaning punch and ended up falling on his ass.

My fists dropped for a second, tired from the constant abuse, and Fujio landed a strike on my head. I almost blacked out, but Fuijio's punches were lacking the speed and energy of his previous ones. Gako too, was slowing down and starting to wheeze.

After the attack was halted for several blessed seconds, I took a peek from behind my fists at the two. Both were swaying, tired, huffing short breaths.

Now.

With the last of my strength, I lifted my bag with both my and Yukinoshinta's textbooks, and just dropped it on Gako. He fell beneath it, unable to oppose the amount of useless information that I was forced to learn for ten years.

Fuijio flinched, and stepped back, slowly breaking into a run, leaving just me and a unconscious Gako. Oh, and Yuigahama. Thank god, because I don't think I could've lifted it a second time.

"You should've ran to get help Yuigaha-"

Yuigahma-san's mouth was half open, her eyes were sparkling, and she was giving me a strange look that made me stop halfway through my sentence.

"Hikki..."

"I'm sore everywhere. Let's go quickly so I can go home"

She walked up slowly, not saying a word, and suddenly gave me a bone crushing hug. Then she started sobbing into my shirt.

Hey lady! I just did laundry, and if you think I'm doing it again,you're sorely mistaken.(heh, sorely)

I didn't really know what to do here, as this was new territory, so I just raised one of my hands to stroke her head. It's what I did whenever Komachi started crying on me.

Eventually, her crying died down, and she raised her tear stained face out of my shirt.

Her face is so close...

A/N:

Ayyy it's a new story. I mean to put this in Changing of the Seasons for Yui, but it became longer then I expected, and developed into this. Don't worry, I'll think of something else for that.

Anyways, how'd I do? How's my writing? I think I might've gone overboard with the "I hate everything" 8-man. What's your favorite flavor of Jello? Hit me up with those reviews, fam.