Joining the service club hadn’t exactly been your own choice. Far from it. But when Mrs. Hiratsuka got involved, there was little you could do. It had been maybe four months since then. It wasn’t all bad. Not too much work, not too boring. Most times, you were just sitting in the club room after school and congregating with the three other members, Yukino Yukinoshita, Yui Yuigahama, and Hachiman Hikigaya.

You four were an odd group. Yukino, the idolized, distant, and regal queen among the student body. Yui, the cutesy, social butterfly from the popular clique. Hachiman Hikigaya, the stoic, philosophical loner who always blended in. And of course, you.

And now, you found yourselves…at the mall. It wasn’t even a club activity this time. Yui had just been bored over the weekend, and all her popular friends were out. So here you were.

Yui: “Guys, guys! What should we do first? Clothes shopping? Lunch? Arcade? C’mon, show some energy!”

Hachiman: “Clothes is a no. I’d rather not become the center of everyone’s peripheral vision for stalking around in the women’s section.”

Yukino: “Hikigaya is probably right. But perhaps you blend in enough so that nobody would notice.”

Hachiman: “Do you always have to take digs at my lack of presence?”