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Ayano was having an issue. Usually her issues were involving the rivals who were after her Taro, but this was something entirely different. About three weeks into the current school year, she had joined the delinquents for her own personal benefits that no one knew about except for her. She never spoke aloud about her intentions, nor was she going to. The others didn’t need to know anything about her plans when she wasn’t actually friends with them and didn’t feel anything other than apathy for the boys.
That’s where her new issue had started to arise.
Lately she had been learning all sorts of emotions through her beloved Taro, but because of how often the delinquents were together, she didn’t have a lot of time outside of eliminating her rivals to watch over him and learn more about him as a person. She was even forgetting to leave the romantic love notes and gifts she had so perfectly crafted or picked out for him, and it was starting to make her feel depressed. Sure, she could spend less time with the strange club she was now a part of, but they would get suspicious of her and could even make her lose her benefits for joining in the first place. What was worse, she had started to become worried what the delinquents would think of her if they knew the truth. How she was a murderer, a schemer, a dangerous person unlike them and how damaged they were. How she was damaged in a different way.
Dammit, this was all their fault! Ayano was furious they had worked their way into her heart with their unconventional love story that gave her hope for her own, and then she had allowed them to accept her as one of them and even join them on that goddamn bed last night. Why hadn’t they said anything?! Why couldn’t she stop thinking about how easy it had been to find not one, not two, but five boys to actually care about her in that way?! Not to mention Info-chan was having a field day with it. Every day she would get a text reminding her of her “mission”, but they kept getting more and more hollow. Until the one she received today.
Rejected. Burned. Crushed. Poisoned. Drowned. Electrocuted. Fired. All of these methods were used on the girls during these past seven weeks. She paced the room angrily, still remembering the photo sent to her. Osoro and Taro together outside the local vet, a small bird in the woman’s cupped hands being cradled ever so gently with a warm look Taro was gazing at in wonder. The following message just made her angrier.
Her name is Osoro Shidesu, but I suspect you have already heard of her and who she is. You have been getting cozy with her henchmen recently.
Ayano still hadn’t responded. She didn’t know how to, because this wasn’t something she had ever planned on happening. She hadn’t wanted to feel fond of these boys or any sympathy for their situation when she had learned the truth of why they were who they were. She hadn’t wanted to feel like gutting all the bullies who dare made this harder for her to accept. She hadn’t wanted to slowly distance herself from who was supposed to be the love of her life, the one who had brought color to her world.
Yellow. Red. Blue. Purple. Gray.
Beginning tomorrow morning, it would be the Sunday of the eighth week of school, and Osoro would be back from her lengthy suspension. The plan was to make it a more permanent expulsion so that she would stay away from Taro for good, but what if it hypothetically didn’t end up happening? What would the consequences be? Had Umeji even come out to her yet like he had been agonizing over doing yesterday to the rest of them?
“It has to be from me,” he had said. The other boys looked at him with wide eyes, but he held up his hand so they would allow him to continue. “I’m the right-hand man, and if she gets pissed with all of it I’m not going to let you guys take the blame. That wouldn’t be fair.”
“We’re in this together,” Hokuto protested.
“At least let us back you up if the reaction isn’t good.” Gaku and Dairoku both nodded to each other.
Hayanari shrugged. “Yeah, come on. What else is there to do? And we need to tell her about our…new member.”
Ayano was a bit surprised once all eyes were on her, and she presently had Umeji’s arm around her waist and slowly tapping his fingers. He hadn’t even noticed he was doing it. “I don’t mind,” she whispered. “Though I’m not sure how to explain the whole thing.”
“Leave it to us.”
And so she had. Her phone was going off again, so she finally picked it up off the nightstand.
You could really continue to use all of this to your advantage, you know. The delinquents trust you, and a few are even developing feelings for you that you can manipulate.
Ayano’s heart skipped a beat. What? Feelings for her? She was sure their little polycule was closed and they were just being friendly with her when they snuggled together, but this also was making a bit of sense. She had learned how to charm men a lot easier lately, but found herself doing it unintentionally with them. Could that be it?
I can let you know which ones do for a few points in exchange.
Why are you telling me this?
Are you a broken record? This could help with making Osoro suffer and your precious Senpai belonging to you, or have you forgotten about that already?
I have not forgotten about Senpai.
Of course you haven’t. Act fast, or else you may have done all of this for nothing.
I can guarantee you that will not be the case.
Ayano put her phone face down on her dresser and plugged it in, falling into a heavy sleep where she dreamed about five boys.