Ayano did not expect events to turn out like this.

She knew she would do anything at all to prevent anyone from getting to her Senpai, however, her methods had never spanned to ending another's life - at least; not in her head.

The Sunday evening the day before, Ayano had received a text message, and since, nothing was the same. So-called 'Info-Chan' had told her Osana Najimi had her sights set on her Senpai, with a plan to confess to him by the end of the week. With some encouragement, Ayano had decided Osana would suffer - and that's exactly what she was doing right now.

She had crafted the note after overhearing a phone call, something that had implied Osana was struggling with being stalked. Ayano had asked her to meet her on the roof, and here she was, waiting for her.

"Yan-Chan? You asked me to meet you here?" Osana's voice came from behind her.

"Oh. Hi, Osana." Ayano said, cursing herself for wasting time with formalities. Osana rested against the railings of the roof.

And within a matter of seconds, Ayano had pushed her firmly on the back, grabbed her shoes, and had forced Osana off the side of the school building. She breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't expected the sudden adrenaline rush.

She pulled the forged note she had made; something detailing Osana's death as if it was her idea all along. She placed it by the shoes, and checked behind her. There was seemingly no disturbances to the few students in the distance. Nobody had seen her.

She checked her phone. Lunchtime wasn't over, and admittedly, she was quite hungry. Satisfied with what she had done, Ayano headed downstairs.

She passed class 3-2, and heard voices within. They were hushed and lowered. Whoever was in there was having a completely private conversation that they didn't want anyone to know about.

So, naturally, Ayano pulled her phone out, pretended to scroll on social media, and listened in.

She recognised the first voice as Budo Masuta.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. You don't need to cry, babe. We're gonna get through it, okay? Whatever you do, I'll support you."

She listened for the second voice. Hina Shio.

"How did we get in this mess? God, I... my dad's gonna kill me."

"No, he won't, cos he'll have to get through me first. Even if you come live with me and we raise it together, I'll be happy. Even if you get rid of it, I'll be happy. I'll be here no matter what."

"I can't get rid of it, Budo. You know I can't afford the pills, and-and..."

"Shhh, shh. Look, let's go get some lunch, and we'll talk about what to do properly later."

Ayano heard Hina sniffle a few times, and she took her chance to wander towards the cafeteria.

She pulled out her phone, and messaged Info-Chan updates.

Ayano: Osana is dead.

Info-Chan: Excellent work.

Ayano: I think I just found something out that is worth you knowing. I think Hina Shio is pregnant.

Info-Chan: Yes, you're right. Hina Shio's modelling career and school life is over if she can't get the abortion pills. And she knows that.

Ayano: Should I help her?

Info-Chan: It would make her an ally. I think she could be quite powerful in that regard, but it's up to you.

Ayano turned off her phone. She sat down at the cafeteria, stomach rumbling, and ate her lunch. Any plans would be made later.