The beginning of the tale of a reluctant "consultant"

"Kazuya", the Bachelorette spoke of his name in a manner that would make anyone think he is in trouble.

'Yes, Ms.Hitomi", his informal way of speaking in such a situation where any normal human being would have shown at least some form of remorse made Hitomi angrier.

" what the fuck is this? "

To that Kazuya with a smirk replied, "That's an essay about my first-semester experience in high school written by yours truly. Though for such a prestigious school's teacher to call their finest student during lunch to ask such an unnecessary question, I must say I am greatly disappointed".

Hitomi got even more annoyed and asked, " and what part of first-semester life is and I quote" youth is an illusion created and lived by a bunch of idiots and in most cases, all of the so-called friends they made would leave them or at the very least would find a greater distance between them if the facade they made to come close to one another was lifted and everyone saw how much of a difference there is between the image of the person they had and what they are"? "

"Oh, that was an objective statement about the reality of society and relationships", Kazuya stated with his smirks still present on his face.

"You must have forgotten because of the old ... ", it was at that moment they both knew he fucked up. Kazuya found a fist just barely touching his nose.

" Come on, complete the sentence, I want to hear it", Kazuya felt as if Hitomi was looking at his soul.

After a few moments, the atmosphere cooled down once again.

"You know I only write things like that because

it would piss you off", Kazuya said nonchalantly.

He then opened the door and looked around to see if there was anyone near the student guidance room, seeing no one he closed the door and said, " Also don't take too many shots next time you get dumped, it's bad for you".

"How did you know? "

"Your face looks like you slept with your makeup on, plus you have a slight headache though you are trying your best to cover up and ignore it, which means that you drank quite a bit, you also for the first time in 6 months threatened to use violence on me for something that is well within your tolerance limit, which means you were already pissed off and I just added more to that, now why would a dedicated to work person like you who cares about her students dearly drink that much when you have class the next day and act like that? The most likely answer is you got dumped".

Kazuya POV:

I exited the room and went to the rooftop, to which I got in by lock picking and ate my lunch, after that, I took a book out named "Le Père Goriot", the truth is I am not that interested in literature itself, I am reading it to test and develop my French.

" ting "

I heard the chimes and closed my book. It seems that my break has ended. The class was math, I had no interest in dwelling on math that I completed during middle school due to my chunni phase, I then put my phone in one of those cylindrical pencil bags, I forgot the proper name again, and opened my file of previous Putnam and similar questions and started solving them. This is one of the reasons my classmates nor my teacher know what I do, also because my notebook is quite big so half of it is for my actual studying and half of it is for what the teacher is teaching, I switch between the time to time, I have acquired this art of stealth due to my chunni phase. Speaking of my chunni phase, I still haven't stopped learning things far above the expected caliber of someone my age. I guess it never ended, I just became aware of it. I guess my chunni phase wasn't that embarrassing because all I did was idolize people like Batman for being the most competent human being in his world and wanted to be like him because I was too weak and dumb when I noticed that my intelligence which I was too damn proud of myself for being superior in though my actions and results told me otherwise and when I got beaten up by a bunch of bullies in my class. I guess the chunni phase came because I got a reality check and I wanted to deny what it told me. Well, all my classes ended and the clique that I so much hate talked about going somewhere, probably karaoke or a park. The clique had a center. I forgot his name but I remember the fact that the guy is a people pleaser, he always takes a neutral stance in anything remotely serious so that he can live in this illusion he made for himself. He is our A. R high school's prince charming. Now, that brunette who has a crush on him is trying to convince him to hang out while he is denying the invitation by saying that he has practice, that guy is our football club's ace. That brunette on the other hand is bossy, she has this personality that makes you think that you can't say no to her. But she does genuinely care for her friends. There's also haruma, who looks like he smokes weed, talks like he smokes weed, and is the most laid-back guy in the group, honestly, he is the guy that I hate the least, there are also two girls, the glasses one is most definitely a bl lover but she hides it. Also, why are there so many people with dyed hair in my class? Anyways as I was getting out of my class, I saw Ms. Hitomi.

"You are coming with me", she said without elaborating.

we were walking towards the unused club rooms. Which could only mean two things., one is that Ms. Hitomi wants me to help a club with something like that time when I had to go to a blitz school tournament in Tokyo with the 1000 elo players that our school is so darn proud of for some reason, well I can't say that I didn't enjoy beating the shit out of a bunch of beginners also the club members seem to genuinely want to learn from me so I couldn't hate them too much until one of them got scholar's mated and that pretty much gave me all the reasons to hate them more. The other one is much worse, making me join a new club.

So I said to Ms. Hitomi, "Ms. Hitomi, whatever you are thinking about doing is a terrible idea, don't go through it".

"Shut up. If I don't, then you will not change". She said while holding my arms with a grip that told me if I were to run, I would be in serious trouble.

She then opened the club room door and we went in. She then said to me, "This would be your new club, you will be the president".

"WHAT CLUB AND WHAT PRESIDENT!!!??? " I spoke no it would be more accurate to say I screamed.

"Stop overreacting, this club would be called the consultation club and you would be the president of it. Hopefully, this will make you more sociable and less cynical".

" So let me get this straight Ms.Hitomi, you are saying that listening and giving advice to a bunch of obnoxious horny idiots would somehow make me more accepting of society?"

"High schoolers aren't obnoxious horny idiots and yes".

" Ms. Hitomi, let me tell you something, high schoolers are in the top 5 most hatable people in the human race, they are ignorant about the world, they think that the world revolves around them, and they will do the most stupid things because of their lack of self-control, they like to make fun of people who think and act differently to them just so they can feel better about themselves, they will treat people like shit because those people care for them and want what is best for them, they will get angry at you for neglecting them, they will do the most absurd shits just because their peers told them too or their peers are doing it too because they live on validation, they are also one of the horniest people on the surface of the earth, their whole idea of a relationship comes from web series and k-

"Okay, I get it. Just shut up and nothing you will say is gonna change my mind, also you aren't just listening and giving them advice you will help them in more direct ways if they want you to".

After a few seconds of awkward silence, I accepted my fate because she is just gonna go to my mom like that chess tournament.

" Ms. Hitomi, are you sure you know the meaning of consultation? Because the last time I checked Oxford it states the meaning of consultation is the act of discussing something with someone or with a group of people before deciding it"

Ms. Hitomi's face has already gone red and she told me to shut the fuck up and left, the reason she reacted like this is that she is a double major in both English and Japanese from Tokyo university, and she always took pride in her academics. I thought to myself

'it's fun to mess with her'.

And just like that, tomorrow came, in my way of getting to school I saw the good old shop where my mom sends me for groceries and decided to pick up some tic tacs, took them out of their boxes, and put them in a cylindrical casing, well if I am going to have to be the genius asshole solving people's problems, I might as well cosplay like one. I did this when I was young too, I thought I was so cool back then. Until realization hit me.

The class went by as usual, I ignored the things that the teachers were teaching and studied my way, at the very least I can say that I didn't waste six hours, I guess it's nine now, anyways nine hours of my life doing absolutely nothing, maybe I should bring my laptop too in that way I can do my work and practice chess during club time. I think the whole reason Japan makes school so long is because they just want workers who would work way past their legally needed hours without even taking overtime pay just to keep their jobs and not complain, those fucking black companies, even lobbied politicians and influenced our culture just so they can pay their employees like shit and pay them less. As I was thinking about the unfair way employees get treated in our country, I heard two people's footsteps. I closed my books and pressed the power button on my phone. After that, there was a knock.

"Come in".

"Um, hello".

"Yes?"

"Suzuki sensei sent us here".

"Well, then how may I be of help to both of you? ", how the fuck did that woman find two clients so soon? I knew students like to talk to

but this is way too fast.

Someone like her is probably quite popular, and both of them are probably quite popular, I saw the boy with kayato kazuma and he looks quite well built, I guess he is a part of the football team too. Because despite two of them being here, they still look nervous in front of a junior and the fact that the boy looked sideways before closing the door and saying that Ms. Hitomi sent them here means that they don't think it's a matter that can be said in public and saying Ms. Hitomi sent them here is a subconscious reaction to tell me to keep it a secret.

She said in such a low volume that it is barely hearable," Actually we need some help with my friend who we think might be addicted".

There was an awkward silence in the room that lasted for a few seconds.

I finally spoke, "... Okay, let's introduce ourselves first, I am Kazuya Sato from class 1-S".

The blonde boy said, "I am Ryuji Hayama and she is Haruka Meguri. We are from class 2-A".

"So tell me about the problem", I asked them.

Then the girl said, "We think that our friend Mei Masamune might be on drugs".

"I guess you found similarities in the way she acts and the symptoms of drugs?"

"Yes", she said.

"What were the abnormalities?"

She told me that her friend wasn't acting the way she usually does. She has become a lot less social, she has dark circles around her face. There was one thing that caught my attention the most. It was the fact that she had put nearly seven sachets of sugar in her drink.

"So you suspect that she might be on opioids and you went to Ms. Hitomi to ask her for help".

"Yes, she sent us here".

"How stupid can you two be?"

"What?", they both exclaimed.

"Just because she put a ton of sugar inside a drink, doesn't mean she is addicted to opioids".

"But the teacher in our seminar said-

"Does she often vomit or look like she's nauseous?"

"No, but her-"

"Her headache and dizziness can be explained by her lack of sleep or the reason behind her lack of sleep".

"As for adding too much sugar that could be because of her having bipolar disorder or-"

Wait a minute, she said that Masumune had dark circles and she wasn't as social as she was before, it could be bipolar disorder or something that made Masumune depressed. As for the sugar, it could be that was because her brain needed more sugar than normal. But if that was the case she wouldn't add that much or at least not at once. Unless she wasn't buying it for herself.

"Tell me everything you saw when that happened including how she reacted when she saw you".

Both of them were shocked at my sudden change of mood. Megumi said," I saw her at the cafe near our school.... "

I heard the whole story and more things were pointing to my second conclusion. Mainly the fact that Masamune did not look like she was happy when she saw her friend.

Then I asked," Did she look afraid? "

"Yes".

"Was she pushing you to go away? "

"I guess you could say that".

"I think she did not put that much sugar in her drink, it was someone else's".

"Huh?!!?", they both exclaimed.

"I guess whoever was supposed to drink that was involved with the thing that made her depressed".

"But she drank that drink".

"And what complexion she made while drinking that drink, did it look like she was enjoying it? "

The girl after thinking about it for some time replied, "... I don't think so".

"Well, she drank it herself because after seeing you she came back to her senses. Well

at first she felt afraid when she saw you, and that made her consider other options, she probably thought that her target wasn't at fault for what happened to her or she thought she was better than doing something this petty".

"What could the thing be?" the boy asked with concern written on both his face and tone.

I with my prejudice against high schoolers responded, "It was probably something stupid like her boyfriend cheating on her", after saying that I realized though it had a high probability of being the case, I did not say it purely because of my reasoning, but rather my prejudice was involved too. It could be something serious but I ignored that train of thought just because of my prejudice, I guess I am not as much of a man of logic as I thought I was. While I was having my few seconds of self-awareness, the two of them looked at me like I was some kind of a jerk, probably for thinking something like that is a small thing to happen.

The girl spoke, "But she does not have a boyfriend".

I said," Or it could not be that you are not aware of him, we do not have much proof of me being right until we ask her but I can guarantee that it's not drugs, talk to her."

After a few more questions and answers, I convinced them to talk to her, and they left.

And I closed the door of my classroom and saw Ms.Hitomi.

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Hitomi side:

"Hello, Ms. Hitomi. To what do I owe the pleasure? I thought making me take care of two paranoid idiots was enough to satisfy your sadism", He had the same cheeky smile whenever he makes a snarky comment.

To that, Ms. Hitomi said, "Cut the crap".

"Oh, I thought the person who wanted to make me more sociable would enjoy socializing, anyways it's not what they think it is. I guess you already knew that since they told you, as for satisfying your concern, you can ask her homeroom teacher if she skipped classes, couldn't pay attention, or did anything weird for her during the previous month, because as far as I heard from those two she started acting weird during the last three days, which is way too early to get addicted, also addicts tend to start using sugar as a means of releasing if only they don't have the drug at hand, but usually, other side effects of the drug become much more noticeable before something like that happens and there aren't any".

After I started stating a bunch of stats to her, her concern finally disappeared. After clearing her doubts I asked her, "So I am guessing they decided to talk and you came here to not only clear your doubts but to also invite me to hear their corny reconciliation".

Hitomi sighed and as she was already too tired to lecture him about his attitude so she just gave him a disgusted look. After calming down she asked, "So you coming?"

"Of course, I am coming, there is no greater joy than knowing for a certainty that you are correct. "

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Kazuya pov:

We walked into the student guidance room where they were supposed to meet up. There were Meguri and Hayama already present.

Soon enough Masamune came in. She saw me and asked, "Who is he?"

To that, Ms. Hitomi replied, "He is Kazuya Sato

from class 1-A".

"Why is he here?", she asked.

I responded by telling her about her two genius friend's suspicions and their coming to me for help.

After hearing that, her face looked shocked. She looked at her friends and then asked, "Did you guys seriously think I was addicted?"

Her complexion looked a lot better than what Meguri had described. That solidified my hypothesis about her making amends with that person even more.

Anyways, to her question, the boy replied, " Well, you weren't talking to us like usual, you were acting weird, you looked like you didn't sleep at all, so we thought that that might be the reason".

She realized that her friends were seriously worried about her which made her lose anger.

She said," It wasn't because of drugs".

After that Meguri asked, " Then why did you act like that, why did you put that much sugar in your drink? "

She sighed and replied, " Remember that childhood friend I talked to you about? "

"Hikoto?"

"Yes, I started dating him in the last six months. I thought we were doing well but... I found that he was cheating on me with a kohai from our school. I put a lot of sugar in hopes that she would throw up, it was silly but I wasn't in my right mind at that time, I also wanted to humiliate her in front of everyone in our school until I saw you. She and I were in the same club so I had her number, I invited her to a coffee place near our school and asked her what she would like through text. I ordered her frappé and added the sugar. Then, you came and I realized that she might not be the one to blame here. After you left, she came and I talked to her about it. It seemed that she genuinely did not know about him having a girlfriend, so we let bygones be bygones".

After that Meguri was in tears, she said," but why didn't you say anything to me, I thought -.."

And here came the melodrama. After she cooled down they both made amends. And I went to my home and started my physical exercise and after that martial arts training, as I do every other day. My training had to be rescheduled because of my club so I decided to compensate for my exercise by studying during club time every day and using the saved-up time to exercise every day. Usually, I would do all the mental stuff like studying, chess, doing my job as a freelance coder, etc on one day and the physical training on the other, I would train in climbing, parkour, camping, and my amateur engineering skills by making some projects during Sunday.

Anyways, my days went on like this until three days later everyone found out about the club, Meguri was quite popular in our school, in fact, she barely lost our student council election to our current prez. It turns out, she spread the word of the club to everyone as a gesture of thanks. This means my life might get a lot harder than I expected.

Author's words:

This will be the final chapter of the first arc, I did not want to make this arc longer because most of the characters except Hitomi and of course our mc will not have much impact if any going forward, I just needed an excuse as to why the later clients are willing to trust Kazuya this much apart from Hitomi's suggestion.

If you want an in-cannon answer as to why Kazuya's POV sounds like every generic web novel out there, it's because he intentionally monologues and gets flashbacks like that. It helps him to look at things from a different perspective so that he could make fewer mistakes. It's most definitely not because I can't write.

Also, I definitely did not steal the premise for this chapter from unmotivated detective work.

Edit: I have decided that it's too small to be considered an arc so this will just be the introductory chapter.

Please comment on what you think I should be doing better or give constructive criticism. But don't. Insult me because I am a pusy with a fragile heart.