It makes me feel more comfortable to submit more than one chapter at a time. I don't know why...

Ayato sat alone on the courtyard bench, rereading the conversation. He had a week, just five days, to make sure that Osana didn't confess to Senpai and ruin his life. Where to even begin? He scrolled through the messages again.

Info-chan… Could he trust someone like that? Probably not. But this sort situation didn't really seem to require trust, just a common goal. Info-chan disliked Osana, and so did Ayato. Shouldn't that be enough? Maybe-

"Who ya textin?" Ayato bolted upright. Jonzu stood behind him, his eyes focussed on Ayato's phone.

He quickly turned off the screen and glared at him. "None of your business. Why are you still bothering me?"

Ayato hadn't sensed him approaching. He wasn't even sure how long he'd been standing there. How much had he seen? What was he doing?

"I just wanted to say hi." He smiled at him, like always. "Honestly, you're so interesting Yato-kun! I really wish you'd join my club."

Ayato sighed, "I don't want- what did you just call me?"

"Yato-kun." He laughed. "You know, Ayato… Yato-kun… It's clever, I'm clever. Did I impress you Yato-kun?"

"Stop calling me that, and stop trying to invite me into your club. I'm sure there are tons more female students that would be delighted to get a personal invite from you."

It was true. Fureddo Jonzu, 4th year student, was seen as fairly attractive and well known throughout the school. Girls seemed to adore his blonde hair and his quirky yet charming personality. They claimed he was a natural born leader, the best of the best. Ayato didn't really care. He had a lover, and that lover was all he wanted.

"But I want you in my club Yato-kun. What's wrong with clubs? You could learn a lot from them. I know I learned a bit when I was being trained by Budo after a club leader meeting. Ha! And that Oka with her little magic stuff- have you met Oka? Nice girl. Don't piss her off- Oh! Hey! I remember one time-"

Jonzu continued to babble on, Ayato ignored him for the most part. It was pointless to take anything he had to say seriously. Jonzu was just another ignorant student, another worthless pawn. Speaking of worthless pawns.

Ayato's eyes narrowed as he watched Osana suddenly pause, mid-sentence.

"Sorry!" He heard her say to her friends. "Phone call!"

Osana turns away from the group and quickly jots through the twin doors, disappearing inside. Ayato rose from his seat.

"..and then he showed me a picture of her- Hey where're you going now?" Jonzu whined.

He ignored him and headed into the school building. Following Osana's voice led him farther into the school, down a dead-end hallway. Ayato slowly crept behind a corner, leaning in as far as he could. Osana was pacing the floor, looking stressed and shaken.

"I told you to stop calling me, you creep! How many times do I have to say it? I'm! Not! Interested!" She hissed. "If you don't stop bothering me, I'm gonna call the cops and-"

She paused. "...wait...what...? Are you...serious...?! Okay. Okay, Fine! I won't call the police. Look, this is a bad time for me. We'll talk about this later. Just...don't do anything rash, okay?"

Osana hung up the phone, a look of pure defeat on her face. " ...ugh...why did something like this have to happen?!" She cried out.

Ayato watched as Osana turned and headed back outside.

"Osana, Osana. You naughty girl…" He muttered.

Ayato wondered what kind of reasoning Osana would have for that type of behavior. But over that, he wondered how Taro-senpai would react if he were to find out. He hoped that senpai would think less of her at the very least. He didn't have enough evidence to bust her for anything right now. But… Maybe just enough to spark a series of rumors.

He frowned, casually strolling back to his seat on the bench. If only he had caught on to a location, or maybe a name. Ayato put his hand to the phone that rested in his pocket. Maybe he could text back Info-chan. There was a good chance that she would more information on Osana.

No. The second he began to rely on Info-chan was the second Ayato would become dependent on her. That was not going to happen. Not now.

"Osana."

Ayato jumped in surprise once again. Jonzu was sitting right beside him, staring expectantly.

"What about her?" Ayato asked, subtly scooting away.

"You were just talking to her weren't you?" He concluded, unsubtly inching closer.

"Sure."

"That's nice, so you two must be friends then."

"Sure."

"So I guess you'll be having lunch with her today? Shame, I wanted to eat with you."

"Sure. But why do you assume we're having lunch together. Not all friends do that you know." He stated. While his presence was close to unbearable, Jonzu was useful for learning new social topics and queues that Ayato had never known before.

He shrugged. "I just happen to notice that Osana was carrying around two bentos instead of one. It's for you right?"

He felt his chest beginning to burn again. So Info-chan had been 100% correct. Osana was no doubt trying to make the moves on Senpai, making him lunches like the little whore she was. Ayato had the sudden urge to yell, but he didn't. Instead, he turned his attention back to Jonzu.

"You know, I could make you bentos too! I'm not the best chef of course, but I could try Yato-kun." He smiles. "We could- What are you doing?"

Ayato brought his phone to Jonzu's face and snapped a picture of him. He saved the photo and sent it to Info-chan.

*Image*
-Fureddo Jonzu
-Reputation: 93
-Personality: Social Butterfly
-Club: Photography/Newspaper
-Crush: None
-Strength: Incapable of Self Defense
-Additional Information: President of the Photography Club, also runs the school newspaper. Enjoys "messing around" with girls and boys. Surprisingly friendly with the delinquents and school staff.

Ayato glanced at Jonzu, to his phone, then back at him… So it really did work.

"Did you just take a photo of me?" He posed. 'Not that I mind or anything- but hey! This proves that you're photography club material!"

Ayato ignored him. Now that he knew that the messages worked quickly and quietly, he could go and get a picture of Osana. But would Osana be ok with some random guy going up to her and snapping a picture? There's really no simple way to do that, unless… No. There was no way he was going to join Photography with that weirdo. There were less painful ways of getting what he wanted.

Jonzu poked him on the cheek. "So what shall we do now, Yato-kun?"

He sighed, ignoring Jonzu's question. The girls were beginning to leave. In fact, everyone was beginning to leave.

"Oh. Class time." Jonzu concluded.

Ayato groaned. "Great."