For my first day at a new high school, this was anything but normal. First off, I had no idea of the school’s name. My mother had told me multiple times before, but I either had zoned out or didn’t listen, so when someone asked me where I was going this morning, I looked really stupid replying with “I really have no idea.”

My class was somewhat typical; some nice people, some quiet people, and a very beautiful, “country-girl” blonde teacher named Kuroi. Kuroi-sensei was nice enough to tell me personally about every new thing I would need to remember, and even suggested that I go check out a club after school, since it would be “a good way to make some new pals.”

She directed me towards a billboard in the hallway, but I didn’t need to do much browsing; whenever “THE MANGA CLUB” appeared in my vision, I already knew my place. I thanked her for her generosity, and as soon as class ended, I headed for the club room as fast as my feet could carry me.

Stopping at the door, I listened in for a moment. I didn’t hear much of anything. No talking, not even pages flipping. Was anyone actually in there?

“Excuse me, I’d like to join—” I paused, seeing only one person sitting at a table. The girl had long, brown hair, and wore the school’s winter uniform. My intrusion caught her attention, as she looked up at me with beautiful, purple eyes. Her glasses slowly fell down her nose when her head moved.

“Oh, hey there. Please, come on in.” She said, smiling. “My name’s Tamura Hiyori.” Hiyori said, smiling at me. “Are you interested in joining the manga club?”

“I, uh … Well, yes, but I don’t see much of a club here. It isn’t just you, is it?” I asked. “That’s fine and all, but…”

“Yep, just little ol’ me!” Hiyori replied. “This is an actual club, but most of the members are still getting home from vacation. Come in and sit down.” I nodded, walking in and sitting across from her in a very comfortable plush chair.

“So, what kinds of manga are you into?” I asked. Hiyori stammered, and her face turned a bit red. I raised an eyebrow.

“Boyslove? Girlslove?”

“Uh … Both?” Hiyori admitted. I chuckled, and this seemed to make her ease up a bit. “What about you?” Well, a stranger just admitted she was into same sex manga, so what kind of person would I be to not give the same response?

“A bit of Girlslove, personally, but I read some other series, too.”

The rest of the afternoon was the two of us discussing our favorite manga series, or which anime we were excited for during the new season. Hiyori seemed like a girl that I could really hang out with, one that I could get to know and become close friends with.

I had no idea how close we would really become.

A few months during our friendship, I had started to develop somewhat of a crush on Hiyori. She changed from “girl who discusses dirty manga with strangers,” to “girl who tells friend dirty secrets.” As per usual, we were in the club room after the day’s meeting had ended. I believe it was something about donating manga to the school library. I was too busy staring at Hiyori to care.

“So, why did you confess about this to me?” I had asked. “Why don’t you tell your other friends about what you like?”

“Because two of them are too innocent, and one of them is too air headed!” Hiyori exclaimed, rubbing her temples in frustration. “There are only two people in this world that really understand me!”

“Two people?” I asked. Hiyori nodded.

“Well, you, and one of my upper classmen. She’s a great person, as perverted as I am, and a huge gamer. I think you’d get along well.” Hiyori explained. “I’ll have to ask her to come down here tomorrow.”

That’s how I met Konata.

Konata was a short girl, but her incredible looks made up for it. Her big, green eyes were things of beauty, and her catlike grin was something that made me melt. Long, blue hair flowed down to her ass, which gave me a reason to stare. Oddly enough, Konata felt right at home discussing her eroge games with a total stranger; Hiyori explained that this was just how the older girl acted.

“So, Konata, would you like to come over to my place tomorrow?” Hiyori asked her one day while the three of us were in the club room. “It’ll be just the three of us.” Konata nodded, giving her a sly grin.

“Okay, but only if I can come a little bit early.” Konata said in a teasing voice. I had no idea why Hiyori’s face turned red. Hiyori quickly nodded, burying her face in a book.