One day earlier...
Yukari sat in her room quietly with a quite pronounced frown, running her hands through her unruly dark hair. She was deep in thought, and began to speak to herself in her mind.
Damnit! Why am I still thinking about him? I need to take him away from Miho at all costs, even if it means his death. I don't care about him, anyway. I hate him for ruining everything. This would have been easier if he had just died in the practice match like he was supposed to.
Her expression softened slightly. She knew she was lying to herself. She didn't hate him, it was quite the opposite actually. He was a loyal friend, who did everything she needed him to do to help her and everyone else. She loved him, albeit not as much as she loved Miho.
No! I can't think of him like that. I need to focus on the plan. I'll poison his food when I bring it to him. First, I'll use something weak, not even strong enough to go to the hospital. Then, when he's at his weakest, I'll use something much stronger. Lastly, I will hook up with Miho in her grief, acting as a shoulder to cry on.
Yukari got up and walked to the kitchen, preparing the bento. She picked up the poison, tipping the bottle before stopping. She hesitates, setting down the bottle.
Does he really need to suffer like that?...No, I can make it better for him and my own conscience.
She got out a vile and mixed the poison with a sleeping pill. She began to pour it again, hesitating for one last time before dumping out the whole thing inside and closing the container.
I've made my peace. I'm going to murder my friend, for Miho. He'll be fine; he won't suffer.