Ayano ensured Shoku and Amai were together by the end of the week. Whatever went on between the two on Monday had served it's purpose, and that Friday evening, Ayano saw pictures online of the two of them announcing their relationship.

She was getting ready to have some food, knowing now the only thing that could come between her and Senpai was her own lack of confidence. Her fork was inches from her face, when her phone buzzed.

Info-Chan: How sweet of you to consider your Senpai's feelings alongside your rival's. The way you're going, I wouldn't be surprised if you're going soft.

Ayano: What's that supposed to mean?

Info-Chan: After Hina's party, the president of the drama club got into contact with Senpai. Kizana Sunobu is convinced Senpai will be the Romeo to her Juliet.

Ayano: Another girl is interested?

Info-Chan: Unfortunately. No matter what you do, this will not be easy. However, the drama club are performing Romeo and Juliet on Thursday night... I'm sure right then will be the right time to act.

Ayano switched off her phone, and immediately thought about Kizana; and the performance on Thursday.

The stage lights easily weighed enough to crush someone's head, and considering how much time she suspected Kizana would spend centre stage, it might be the best option.

Ayano went to bed, and got a good nights sleep.

She woke up extra early on Monday morning, travelling to school, and arriving before most of the others. She entered the gym, and went backstage, exploring where everything was.

She noticed a balcony at the back of the stage; curtains covering it. She'd be concealed there. Not too far away, the stage light was positioned, hanging from a weak wire. With a few hard tugs, it'd surely come undone, crushing whoever was below. Ayano measured where abouts it would fall - and was pleased to realise it would be exactly centre stage.

She stalked Kizana's club for the rest of the day, and watched their rehearsal. Much to her delight, Kizana took the spot right under the light for the majority of the performance - it wouldn't do any justice to the play, but it made Ayano's life easier. She wondered briefly what the bigger crime was: Kizana's acting or her plan to murder her.

Thursday rolled around.

"Are you coming to see the play tonight?" Hina asked Ayano that lunchtime.

"No. I have so much work to catch up on." Ayano responded.

"I think it'll be so funny. Kizana's so funny. She's a great comic." Budo said. Kizana, a few feet away, scowled. She overheard them speaking; and did not appreciate her dedication being confused with comedy.

Hina took a bite of her salad. "Anyway, I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too." Budo said. He gasped as Hina reached into his bag of crisps and took one. "Hina!"

"Sorry, sorry. I'm really craving salty things."

"Then eat salty things? Don't steal mine."

"Yeah, but I have to watch what I eat. I have a shoot next week, and if I don't fit into the clothes, I'll be dropped from the label."

Budo shook his head. "That label isn't good for you, all this crash dieting. You look perfect exactly as is! You know the key is to eat in moderation, not starving yourself coming up to shoots."

Ayano tuned out their conversations, and prepared herself for the evening.

As it rolled in, Ayano arrived early, hiding herself on the balcony before anyone even arrived. She heard Kizana loudly warming up in the gym, clearly under the impression she was alone, and she stifled a laugh.

She was waiting for a couple of hours before the overture sounded and the play began. Right as Kizana's monologue started, after confirming she was in the right place, she pulled on the stage light. It satisfyingly creaked, before falling.

Ayano heard a scream on stage from some of the other drama club members, and various gasps from the audience.

There was a deafening silence for a few minutes. Nobody knew what to do. Taking her chance, Ayano ran from the balcony, out of the stage door, and out of school grounds. She didn't stop running until she got home. She had wanted to stay and see the fruits of her labour, but knew that to stick around would simply confirm this wasn't a freak accident.

She breathlessly lay on her bed and laughed: she had done it.