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yansimstorythatiwillnotworkon · 5 months ago

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Thursday

“Hey, Taro. Do you ever have, like…recurring nightmares?” Osana asks, tapping her fingers onto her bag, which hung onto her shoulder.

“Recurring?” Taro hums in thought, looking ahead of them for a moment.

Ayano walked behind them, her phone in hand and earphones in. She wasn’t too close, but close enough to hear the conversation in full. If either of them thought she was too close, she’d likely look too distracted to hear their conversation.

“Uh, well..” He looks back to Osana. “Lately I’ve been having this dream where I’m under this sakura tree. Sort of just… standing idle.” He shrugs. “The only weird thing is that..I can’t move at all. Like.. I’m just sitting there doing nothing but waiting. I get it's not really a nightmare or anything, but in the dream I’m pretty sure I’m…exhausted. Like I’ve been there in that same spot over and over again. Which I guess is normal for me since it’s recurring. Honestly, even when I wake up I feel like my supposed ‘resting’ was stretched out because of that dream.”

Osana scoffs. “So is that your excuse for waking up so late?” She asks, a smug grin on her face.

Rolling his eyes with a smirk, Taro asked. “So what about you, then? I’m guessing you brought up the whole nightmare thing with something in mind?”

“..yes.” Osana exhales, pulling her hands together nervously. “It’s just that.. I keep having this scary nightmare. Like.. I’m swimming or… on a boat or something? Someone grabs my hair and ties it around something heavy, and then shoves it into the water. So. I..y’know. Drown?”

“Jeez.” Taro grimaces. “And you have that dream regularly? Freaky.”

“Right?!” Osana agrees, raising her hands and flopping them back down with a huff. “It’s such a bad nightmare. I swear I’ve been having it almost every night now!”

Taro hums. “You know…” He smiles at her wryly, expecting an eye roll from her as he brings up a book he read, “..I read a book..”

Osana groans, but Taro only laughs.

“Oh, come on! I read a book that speculated that our dreams are reflections of our subconscious feelings. You know… like the ‘a drunk man’s words is a sober man’s thoughts’ thing?” Taro explained, “Maybe you’re subconsciously worried that your hair might be a hazard?”

“I hope you’re not telling me to cut my hair.” Osana huffs, putting her hands on her hips.

Taro shrugs, “I’m just saying, maybe that would help? It’s not like you can have nightmares about hair that you don’t have.” He says.

Osana rolls her eyes. “It sounds like you’re telling me to shave my head.” She scoffs, “But anyway, not a single hair on my head is being cut until–” Osana pauses, her cheeks going pink, “Uh… until I reach a specific milestone in my life! It’s going to be very important, and it’s going to be very life-changing, so I’ll decide then! And don’t ask- because I’m not telling you!”

“Boo.” Taro chuckles, “Fine, but you definitely have to tell me after you cut it. If it’s not too noticeable to me, that is.”

After that conversation, Taro and Osana began talking about some other uninteresting subject. As per usual, Osana would say something, Taro would reply with some form of compliment, and Osana would hiss back with some stupid unnecessary retort.

Ayano looked down to her phone as Info-Chan texted her.

Info-Chan: Did you hear that?

Yan-Chan: I heard everything. What’s your point?

Info-Chan: You’re really bad at this, aren’t you?

Info-Chan: The nightmare.

Yan-Chan: About drowning?

Yan-Chan: What good does that do me?

Info-Chan: It’s entirely possible. That’s the good.

Yan-Chan: What do you mean?

Info-Chan: Every Thursday, Osana and Raibaru go to the pool to sunbathe.

Info-Chan: By the pool.

Yan-Chan: With Raibaru.

Yan-Chan: And that bunch of bullies, too.

Info-Chan: It’s completely possible to distract them.

Yan-Chan: All of them?

Info-Chan: Sure.

Yan-Chan: Then tell me about Raibaru.

Info-Chan: I will if you provide more payment.

Yan-Chan: Give me a price in exchange for a plan to eliminate Raibaru in full.

Info-Chan: In full?

Info-Chan: Maybe. But it's really up to how you execute the plan I give you. :)

Info-Chan: Anyway...

Info-Chan: I heard something about that Horuda girl..

“Hey, girls.” Ayano smiles, walking up to the infamous gyaru girls.

Musume stops, raising an eyebrow. “Hey. Uh, which one are you..?” She hums in faux thought, clearly inviting her friends to take a couple of jabs at Ayano. And jab they did.

“I honestly thought she was Horuda for a second.” Hoshiko hummed, tapping away at her phone. “You know. Pale skin, dark hair. If it weren’t in a ponytail they could totes be sisters.” She remarks in an almost bored manner.

“A little thin, aren’t you? What are you? Sick?” Hana giggles as Kashiko suddenly claps her hands together.

“Oh yeaaaah, you’re Yan-Chan!” The purple-themed girl says in realization. “No wonder they call you that! Doesn’t “yan” mean like…sick somewhere?”

Kokoro holds a finger up to her lips in thought. “Yeah, like… some weird anime trope or something? Wait, does that mean you’re contagious?” She asks, covering her mouth with her hand in shock.

Ayano continues smiling, her eye twitching once in irritation. “..anyway. I wanted to ask you about Gema Taku.”

“Gema Taku.” Kashiko repeats, nodding. “Yeah, I know him. He’s like that hunchback, right?” She laughs. “A whole troll this man!”

“No! The one with those big-ass glasses?!” Hana cackles. “I get regular glasses I guess, but he must think he’s a whole ah-nime character with those stupid things!”

Hoshiko gives Hana a judgy look. “It’s anime, Hana. Not ah-nime.” She says.

Hana looks away with a huff. “Whatever. Same thing.”

“One of those bandana boys, right?” Hoshiko asks, tapping her phone against her lip. “Like, with those big, red, goofy bandanas. What the Hell is up with that?”

“And it doesn’t even help that bird’s nest of a hairstyle!” Musume laughs, turning on her phone. “Oh, my God, Hoshiko put that on your blog.”

Hoshiko rolls her eyes. “Meh. I might the next time he approaches me.”

Kokoro fiddled with the pink jacket tied around her waist. “Okay, but… that stubble must be hella annoying, too. Like, I’ll see him scratch his face and it’s just… like… where the Hell is his razor?! His face has to be dirty as Hell. I wouldn’t be surprised if he never washed his face.”

Kashiko grimaces. “My GAWD, that man is gross. I don’t even think Shinto could save his gross-ass.”

Hoshiko giggles. “Imagine he prays to Shinto like ‘Why am I still single?’ and Shinto just gives him a fucking mirror!” She says, causing a wave of laughter to arise from she and her friends.

Ayano sighs, walking away from their laughter. Honestly, she was exhausted just listening to them. Previously, Gema asked her if she knew why the group of bullies avoided him so intensely. It seemed obvious enough to Ayano, but maybe his parents just never bothered being honest with him.

Truthfully, Ayano didn’t know why exactly Gema would want to be around those girls anyway. He certainly had strange taste, Ayano thought, casting one last glance at the cackling group.

Before Ayano could get back to the Gaming Club, Bea called out to her. “Hey, Aya.” She called, waving to her laxly.

Ayano raised an eyebrow at her, but approached her regardless. “Aya” was something that her upperclassmen called her, likely because it was cute- something an older person would call you, even if it was just by a year. But Bea was a first year. Maybe it was some form of an insult? Honestly, no one could ever tell when it came from Bea.

“Heard you were asking the girls about Gema.” Bea said, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall.

Ayano nods. “That’s right. What of it?”

Bea smiles, “I take it he specifically asked for their opinion, then?” She guesses, and Ayano nods again. “Thought so. Well, I’m not sure if you’re doing this favor for him for your own good or his, but if it’s the latter, do tell him to watch his tongue.”

“Why do you say that?” Ayano asks, folding her hands behind her back. She didn’t know how exactly to approach Bea or how to appear when it came to her. From what she saw, no type of person seemed to appeal to her.

“Obviously because his attitude is atrocious.” Bea laughs. “It’s to be expected for any game-obsessed incel-in-the-making like him, especially when your parents give up on you. At that point you have no one to correct you. Just people to judge you, and who knows how he’ll take that?” She shrugs. “But anyway, don’t tell him I said that. I’m one of the ones who judge him, so he won’t take it seriously if he hears it was from me.”

“If you say so.” Ayano nods, walking towards the gaming club again. As per usual, she couldn’t place Bea’s intentions. It was a good thing that she was too lazy to be of any harm, or else Ayano might have to stress over that as well.

Gema frowned. “A bunch of superficial stuff like that?” He asks, folding his arms in thought. “I guess I… I guess I am kind of quick to anger, though. I’m flattered that they thought of how I could better myself! Uh..” He hesitates, blushing a bit, “Can you… tell me which one of them exactly said that?” He asks.

“...Musume.” Ayano says, recalling that Gema had a crush on her specifically, although he would likely go for any of them if possible.

“Wow… That’s, like… really cool of her. I didn’t think she paid attention to stuff like that.” Gema said bashfully before clearing his throat. “Right, but… I’m really glad you helped me with this, Ayano! I know I’ve got some things to work out, but it was really amazing of you to help me out despite it.” He thanks her honestly, bowing deeply.

Gema puts his game down on the table. “Okay. I’m gonna go change up my appearance right now! The sooner the better, you know? See you!” He says, quickly walking out of the club room.

Ayano immediately looks down to her phone.

Yan-Chan: So that will distract the bullies?

Info-Chan: It should.

Yan-Chan: Should.

Info-Chan: “Should” is the closest you’re getting, Yan-Chan. ^^

Info-Chan: There’s only so much I as your informant can do.

Info-Chan: Perhaps if you were a little more knowledgeable on the situation, you would give yourself a more certain answer.

Yan-Chan: You can’t just throw me into a situation and expect me to know what I’m doing.

Info-Chan: Oh? I thought that was your idea, Yan-Chan.

Info-Chan: If it weren’t for me, your stab and run plans would probably result in you getting caught way earlier than any mistake I may make could.

Ayano shoves her phone into her pocket angrily, which was a usual response when it came to Info-Chan harassing her with her nonsense. Deciding to calm down, she decided to move onto the next step, which was to distract Raibaru for the day.

Dropping something in front of her wouldn’t work, as she’d either quickly go put it back or ignore it entirely if the location was too far from Osana. Couldn’t she part from her for five minutes? That’s all it really takes to kill a girl.

Since that wasn’t going to come that easy to Ayano, she came to terms with the fact that she was going to have to do something a bit more complicated. That, of course, is getting in contact with her old student.

It was about thirty minutes to class time. Plenty of time, Ayano hoped.

“Aya-Chan! Ayano! Hey!” Budo smiled at her, happy to see her return. “You wouldn’t be here to join, would ya?” He asks in a quieter voice, folding his arms as he looked down to her.

Ayano shakes her head. “Uh, no. I’m… I’m here to ask you if there’s anything you needed?”

Budo tilts his head to the side, a bit confused but still smiling. “Are you asking for some reason in particular? That’s a pretty strange question, Aya.”

“...um, well.” Ayano could tell that this idea of hers was falling apart, which would be a jab to her pride considering this was an idea she thought of without Info-Chan’s help. “...I just heard that Raibaru used to be your mentor. But… I also heard that you and her weren’t on the best terms?” She folds her hands in front of her, avoiding Budo’s gaze. “I have… a decent amount of respect for you two, so I thought maybe this could be my chance to help you two out?”

“Hm..” Budo smiles, raising a hand to his mouth in thought. “Well, as flattered as I am… really, I am. I wouldn’t want to ask you for something so personal.” He claims.

Ayano visibly deflates, although she can’t decide if she was actually getting depressed about failing or if she wanted to appear that way to him.

Budo laughs, “Of course, this doesn’t mean that you can’t earn that favor.” He pats her back, pointing to the rest of his club. “If my students could vouch for you I’d definitely be open to letting you help.”

Frowning, Ayano turns to his clubmates and counts heads. Four tasks. Four hopefully not too over-the-top tasks. And then there comes the problem with asking them for help without getting the homework treatment again.

“Right. I understand.” Ayano nods briefly, stiffening when Budo ruffles her hair.

“Good stuff, Ayano.” He pats her back again. “Go get ‘em!” Budo’s enthusiasm doesn’t seem to properly convey itself to Ayano. If anything, the discomfort of being touched so much just slows her down.

With that drawback, Ayano awkwardly shuffles over to Shima. “Hello, Shima.” She says, kneeling down with her. “I wanted to ask if you needed a, uh… favor. Or maybe if there was just something you needed me to do?”

Shima tilts her head, but ultimately goes with Ayano’s offer and raises a hand to her chin in thought. “Hm…” She hums loudly, looking up to the ceiling, before whispering. “I’m just humming loudly to make it look like I’m thinking by the way.” She says, still looking at the ceiling. “Look to your left but don’t stare.” She says.

Ayano glances to the left, then back to Shima, but doesn’t understand what she was supposed to be looking at. She shrugs, an eyebrow furrowed in confusion.

“It’s–” Shima smacks her teeth as Budo tells the club to head out. As the others leave she exhales. “--the training dummy over there. You see how limp it is? Well, it’s not supposed to be like that. I’m sure Budo’s noticed already, but I’m honestly dreading when he scolds me about it.”

Ayano looks to her right again, noticing that before the dummy was standing up straight. “What’d you do to it?” She asks, turning back to Shima.

The short-haired girl puckers her lips, leaning back a bit sheepishly. “...suplexed it.” She mumbles, picking at the floor. “It wasn’t supposed to break. It never broke before..” Her eyes widened and she points a finger to Ayano. “You’d better not tell Budo that I mess with the dummy often. I’ll suplex you, too!”

Ayano furrows her eyebrows doubtfully, but does raise her hands in surrender and nods. “Got it. So, do you want me to fix it?” She asks, Shima nodding with a hopeful smile. “How should I go about doing that?”

“Uh, you could probably use a wrench or something. I heard there’s a pipe wrench stored somewhere on campus.” Shima says, shrugging. “The gardening club..? No, no one gardens with pipe wrenches. What do people do with pipe wrenches again..? Oh, yeah, fix pipes..”

Ayano pulls her phone out of her pocket, tempted to just ask Info-Chan, when Shima suddenly claps loudly. “Oh, yeah! The pipe room! I mean pump room! Duh. Wow, I am so lame for not realizing that sooner.” She claims, but overall seems very lax about the whole ordeal. “Yeah, but if you can fix the dummy I’ll give you, like…uh..” She fishes around in her robe before pulling out a dollar. “Look! Money.”

Tilting her head to the side, Ayano hesitantly takes the money. “..why do you have a dollar in–”

“--you got this, Yano-Chan!” Shima says, standing up abruptly and speed walking out of the club room. She peeks her head in again. “Oh, but, tell me if you’re not going to do it so I can skip school until Budo forgets. And take my dollar back.”

Ayano furrows her eyebrows as Shima leaves quickly. She certainly was straightforward. That complimented Ayano’s strange and straightforward question, at the very least.

The pump room, huh? She’ll need something to carry it in so she isn’t pulled aside by the council or something.

Thankfully, Miyuji was fine with Ayano using an instrument bag for a minute. And thankfully once more it didn’t take long for her to fix the dummy. The same went for cleaning the house in the zen garden. The only problem was that Ayano was spotted twice by a student council member.

Akane walked in on her fixing the dummy, and almost seemed disappointed to learn that Ayano wasn’t doing anything suspicious with it. In the end, she offered to take it back for her, which was another trip off of her shoulders.

And while Ayano was getting the mop ready, Kuroko walked in on her. She actually apologized for assuming she was doing something strange, and allowed her to carry on after Ayano explained what she was doing. Thank God she didn’t run into Aoi. Lord knows she would have gotten a very unnecessary earful.

Currently, she was carrying a couple of dumbbells inside of a small tub. Juku recommended doing so because it would be suspicious if she carried just the dumbbells. Unfortunately, carrying the bucket seemed to be just as suspicious.

“Hold it, Aya-Chan.” Shiromi called from behind her. She laxly walks up to the taller girl as Ayano stops. “Whatcha got there?” She asks, peeking into the bucket. “Ya gonna smash someone’s head in with these?”

“Why would I need multiple to do that?” Ayano asks mistakingly, instead of acting as innocent as she was supposed to be.

Shiromi laughs. “Fair point. Carry on.” She says, walking past Ayano with her hands behind her head as per usual.

Ayano pauses. “W-Wait. I’m taking this to Ju–”

“--yikes, I can’t hear you over the meeting I’m having with the student council after cleaning time!” Shiromi calls back loudly, walking off with a childish grin. “Gee, I sure hope I don’t remember Ayano Aishi suspiciously carrying a tub of dumbbells!”

Ayano 100% couldn’t tell if Shiromi was joking or just bragging about Ayano eventually getting in trouble, but Info-Chan didn’t bother texting to tell her anything, so she assumed she…might be fine? It's not like she would get in trouble for being suspicious, especially when said suspicious thing had an alibi in Juku, right?

Maybe. Ayano shakes her head with a sigh. Hopefully, that was the case.

“I appreciate you helping me out with this, Ayano.” Sho Kunin claims, smiling at her with the blue weapon in hand. “I don’t recall hearing about you being too experienced in combat, though.” He comments.

Ayano shakes her head. “I know enough.” She says, preparing herself to counter Sho. Her mother had taught her a lot about self-defense, and she’s even sparred with her before. On several other occasions, her mother has asked favors from people she knew to train Ayano. She never did learn who exactly those friends of her mother were.

Sho nods and starts with raising his weapon up to strike her. A direct strike is easy to block when it comes to those who focus more on strength than speed. That was something her mother taught her. Ayano raises her hand and swiftly grabs the weapon, raising her other hand to strike. Unfortunately, Sho was able to shove her back before she could. Ayano furrows her eyebrows, noting that Sho was unfortunately very strong and fast. This was to be expected, considering he was just second to Budo.

Both Ayano and Sho get back into their starting position. Once again, Sho swings the weapon. This time, Ayano blocks with one hand, and uses the other to knock the weapon out of his hand. Sho attempts to strike her again, but Ayano is able to dodge and pull him closer. Now with much less space between them, Ayano’s able to land a solid knee kick into his stomach.

This causes Sho to recoil in pain and step back. “Ah, God…” He chuckles, standing up as straight as he can but still smiling. “..I think ‘knowing enough’ is a complete understatement, haha..” He sighs, rubbing his stomach, “Good hit, Ayano. Consider me humbled.”

“Indeed! I’m impressed with how quickly you adapted to that!” Budo says, smacking his hand on her back once again. Despite how tough Ayano was to have beaten Sho, she clearly fumbled when Budo patted her. He was certainly strong if that much force was put into a casual gesture.

Budo puts his hands on his hips as he and Ayano move out of the way, Ayano leaning against the wall to catch her breath. Mina stood up, making sure Sho was alright before the two continued their own sparring. Regardless of how badly Ayano had hurt Sho, he was still fine enough to fight one of the best in their club just fine. Sho was second to Budo but still so much weaker. Ayano wondered how much exactly it would take to defeat him if Budo did become an enemy to her.

“You know, you’d really make such a good addition to the club.” Budo insists, smiling down at Ayano. “I know, you probably expect me to say that as a leader. Gotta get other people in and all that, but you show honest potential.” He says, folding his arms. “Where’d you learn to fight like that anyway?”

Ayano hummed in thought, turning to look at the window in the club room. “My mother trained me. She has a lot of friends that were experienced in self-defense, weapon use, and..” Ayano blinks, almost going into her lessons of hiding blood and whatnot, “...a lot. About the body, its limits, and so on.”

Budo smiles. “I guess that’s why you have such a good balance in your body, right?” He asks. As Ayano lifts an eyebrow his way, he holds a hand up to her. “A smaller, thinner but still very strong body. It’s not too common, you know. And you seem to wield it exceptionally well.”

“Yes, probably.” Ayano says simply. Now that her body had slowed back down, she began thinking of what else she needed to do.

“That reminds me!” Budo starts loudly, making Ayano flinch. He immediately quiets back down and continued, “You wanted to help Raibaru and I, right? Since you’ve finished my club’s… uh, tasks, I guess I can give you the gist, right?” He says, leading her outside of the clubroom.

The martial artist closes the door and exhales, his voice exceptionally quieter than before. “You see, my students say they appreciate my training, but I feel like there’s… more that I could do for them. I know I’ve pushed them farther than they’re used to and the majority of them have excelled because of that, but I’d… well, I guess I’d like some advice?” Budo says, seeming more awkward than before.

“Advice from Raibaru?” Ayano guesses, tilting her head to the side as she crosses her arms. Budo nods, an awkward smile on his face.

“As you probably know, Raibaru was my old mentor. She founded the club, even, and was amazing at what she did. After I beat her, she quit, saying that she wanted to step away from martial arts anyway, and left the position to me.” Budo explained, frowning, “I guess I’m just worried that my beating her contributed to her leaving. So, I’ve never bothered attempting to ask her for help. Just in case she really did loathe me for taking her place.” He pauses in thought, before raising a hand to the back of his neck and smiling awkwardly. “I guess that’s pretty pathetic, right? She did give me the position, after all.”

“A little.” Ayano comments honestly, causing Budo to laugh. She folds her arms behind her back awkwardly, realizing that she probably shouldn’t say anything rude, even if in her mind it was the absolute truth. “I’m sorry. What would you like me to do?” She asks.

Budo smiles once more. “You’re a funny one, Ayano.” He comments, “But all in all, if you could go to Raibaru and ask her to give me and the club some tips, I would appreciate it a lot. Whenever you can.” He claims, folding his arms in his usual manner.

Ayano nods. “I understand. I’ll see what I can do.” She bows her head briefly. “Thank you for having me.”

“Anytime!” Budo says happily. “You’re welcome here whenever you so please, Aya!” He calls as Ayano leaves to plan her next move.

“Huh..? A-Are you sure?” Ayano asks, feigning a timid persona. Hopefully, this helped to mask her absolute rage from Osana and Raibaru.

Raibaru nods as Osana enters the girl’s changing rooms. “It’s lunch time right now, so they’re probably eating. I’ll definitely make sure to visit after cleaning time, though.” She smiles, “I’ll be happy to start talking to him again. I admit, after he beat me I was feeling a bit discouraged, hehe…”

Ayano’s eyes widen in anger, but she turns her head in an attempt to mask it. “Right… Budo said that he was worried that you might be upset with him. I think it’s really eating away at him. Surely you can go and have a word with him?” She insisted quietly.

“Budo’s tough, as far as I’m concerned.” Raibaru giggles, referring again to her defeat by his hand. “I’m sure he can wait a couple more hours. If you’re so worried about it, then you can go tell Budo to meet me after cleaning time.” She offers.

Osana walks back out, now in a swimsuit that resembled the pattern of her hair ties, “I’ll see you out at the pool Raibaru.” She says, patting her friends back, “Strange that Musume and her friends didn’t come, though…” She hums nonchalantly, heading towards the pool.

Raibaru waves to Osana cheerily before smiling at Ayano and heading inside of the changing room. God, Raibaru was alone. If only Ayano was strong enough to take her, this whole process would be so much easier! For now, Ayano balled her fists and followed Raibaru in. Maybe she would have a chance if she was there with them? Maybe Raibaru would spontaneously decide to drown in the pool and leave Osana alone with Ayano.

The only thing Ayano could do was take Osana’s phone, which she had left in her locker. Osana had planned on taking a nap during cleaning time before leaving with Taro for whatever blasted “date” they had planned. Maybe if she trashed her phone, she wouldn’t have any way of keeping track of the time while she was sleeping? Info-Chan had told Ayano that Raibaru often kept her phone silent, and on most occasions simply didn’t bring her phone to school, devoting her full attention to Osana whenever possible.

Ayano sighs as she approaches her locker, before getting a notification on her phone. As she dreaded, it was Info-Chan.

Info-Chan: Ha ha.

Yan-Chan: Info, you are being absolutely useless right now.

Info-Chan: At least my plans were properly thought out.

Info-Chan: In the end, as per usual, it was your own incompetence that led to you failing once again.

Yan-Chan: What sort of informant are you if you don’t give me the information I need? All of it? I provided you payment.

Info-Chan: You’re the one who chose to execute this at lunch.

Info-Chan: If you had distracted Raibaru beforehand and gained Osana’s trust, you could have killed her by this morning and had her body set ablaze in the incinerator.

Info-Chan: And yet :(

If Info-Chan weren’t reliable in any way shape or form, Ayano would storm that damned info club of hers.

As Info-Chan had teased, Ayano got no opportunity to eliminate Osana. All she got in the end was a light tan and an imprint of her hand on her wrist due to her pent up rage.

After school, as Taro waited for Osana, Ayano waited with him. She knew that she wouldn’t come, of course, unless Raibaru decided that Osana’s beauty sleep was less important than their date.

In the end, Ayano was only disappointed once again as Taro went inside the school to go check on her. Following him proved that he indeed found her asleep, and as any wonderful bunch of friends, they rescheduled for the weekend. Another failure, even with Ayano sabotaging Osana.

One day remained. One day before Ayano was forced to do something drastic.

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