I Hate Gentle Girls

"How much longer are you going to keep following me?"

Hachiman smiled. "I'm not following you."

"Please stop doing things that make things difficult for me."

"That's quite rude. I thought we were already friends."

Horikita sighed. "I don't think our relationship has reached that point. We've only exchanged a few words. Please don't think so highly of yourself."

"That answer really hurts." Hachiman clutched his chest theatrically, looking utterly heartbroken.

"Then please don't talk to me." Horikita's expression remained flat.

It was hard to imagine a girl saying something like that without the slightest hesitation.

Normally, no matter what people said, they would more or less care about the other person's feelings. The difference in degree was what created confident people and timid, submissive people.

Yet none of that could be seen in Horikita. She really was a self-centered person.

"Let's exchange contact information. It might come in handy someday."

The topic took a one-hundred-eighty-degree turn. Hachiman's behavior was like some overly eager guy spotting a beautiful girl, rushing over to bombard her with conversation, then suddenly asking for her contact information.

"Please allow me to refuse."

Horikita was different from ordinary girls. If it had been anyone else, they might have made the request themselves, considering Hachiman's looks.

"You're clearly so cute, but your personality isn't cute at all."

"I don't think personality and appearance should be related. That's merely your personal opinion."

"Yeah, yeah, you're right."

Hachiman raised both hands in surrender. Horikita was completely impervious to reason, so he did not press the matter. There would be plenty of chances to get close to this icy beauty in the future.

Dormitory 404. Hachiman returned to his own space.

The dormitory was not particularly large, but it was quite good for one person. Its decorations were ordinary, with no flashy furniture anywhere. It did not look like a dormitory that anyone had ever lived in.

It seemed that after the third-years left school, the school hired cleaners specifically to tidy up the dormitories.

Lying on the soft bed, he covered the ceiling light with one hand. A sliver of light passed through his fingers and fell across his face as a smile bloomed.

"A campus where one survives on ability alone? How long can I survive here? What an interesting question."

After school the next day, Hachiman spent the entire day observing the class.

It truly was Class D. Every lesson had students whispering among themselves, and there was no shortage of sleeping and the like. The teachers acted as though they could not see any of it, without even trying to stop them.

If this were China, they'd probably get scolded to hell and back.

Thinking that, Hachiman recalled his student days in his previous life and could not help shuddering.

"That's disgusting. Could you not suddenly make such strange movements?"

Horikita, sitting beside him, voiced her protest, and Hachiman looked helpless.

Did this girl think he was some weirdo constantly fantasizing about something?

He really wanted to argue back, but when he saw the murderous look in her eyes, Hachiman abandoned the idea.

"Want to go eat at the Student Cafeteria together?"

Hachiman extended the invitation, only to receive Horikita's extremely cold gaze once more.

"I believe I already said that our relationship is not good enough for that."

With that, Horikita stood and left the classroom.

Ayanokoji did the same.

As Ayanokoji stood, he met Hachiman's eyes again. This was the second time Hachiman had looked into his eyes, and he still could not tell what Ayanokoji was feeling.

"Yo!" Hachiman raised a hand in greeting.

Ayanokoji flashed a bright smile, greeted Hachiman, and said, "Hello, my name is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka. Please take care of me from now on."

Hachiman imagined that happening, but he could not imagine Ayanokoji smiling. It simply did not suit his face.

Ayanokoji merely nodded lightly and left the classroom without saying anything.

"Phew, those are two difficult people."

Hachiman wiped the sweat from his forehead, having no idea how he would get along with those two future class leaders.

"Hello, Hikigaya."

At that moment, a girl suddenly appeared before Hachiman, wearing an enchanting, gentle smile.

She had short brown hair. Her especially cute face made people feel like falling in love, while her figure, which did not match her adorable appearance at all, could make adolescent boys' blood boil and give them the strange thought that they could even give her their lives.

"Hello, Kushida."

Hachiman had not left during her self-introduction yesterday, so naturally he knew her name.

Of course, even if he had not been there, Hachiman would still have known her name.

Kikyo Kushida. Tags: [Social Butterfly] [Two-Faced]

"That's great, you know me." Kushida clasped her hands together, looking delighted.

Hachiman nodded. "May I ask what you need?"

"Wanting to become friends with you is one reason, Hikigaya, but I do have something I'd like to ask of you."

Kushida's expression became a little troubled. After looking around, she said, "I think you and Horikita get along pretty well. Could you give me her contact information?

I want to be friends with everyone, but when I made that request, she mercilessly rejected me."

As she spoke, Kushida stuck out her tongue.

So cute... If he had not known her true nature, Hachiman really would have fallen for her gentle, adorable appearance.

"Sorry, but we're not that close. In fact, I asked her to exchange contact information too, and she rejected me just as harshly."

Hachiman was on the verge of tears. He really was not a useful person.

"I see." Ordinary people would involuntarily feel something called disappointment upon receiving such an answer.

But Hachiman did not see that emotion on Kushida's face. Her gentleness was terrifying!

"Then please exchange contact information with me, Hikigaya! I hope we can become very good friends too."

Kushida said this.

He had to resist the urge to burst with joy. He absolutely had to withstand Kushida's assault.

As the bearer of the Great Teacher's name, Hachiman's classic quote was always engraved in his mind.

"I hate gentle girls, because they're gentle with everyone, yet I'll mistake it for them being gentle only with me."

"It would be my honor."

Hachiman took out his phone and exchanged contact information with Kushida.