Question: How does one write like they're running out time? Write day and night like they're running out of time? Everyday they fight like they're running out of time?
Answer: Idk I guess history has their eyes on them or something...

Ayato decided to focus on one thing at a time. Right now, he needed to do something about Osana's extra lunch. Senpai was not about to have his pure aura tainted by Osana's disgusting pig food.

"-but then again no one likes spam mail every second of the day.."

Ayato groaned, trying his best to tune out Jonzu's constant chattering. Never had he met someone so... obnoxious. He stopped walking and turned to face him, causing him to go silent.

"Jonzu," he began. "Do you have any friends?"

He stared for a few moments before cautiously responding. "...Yes?"

"Then go and talk to them."

"But-"

"Bye." Ayato hurried down the hall, leaving the Photography Club leader behind. He wasn't important. He couldn't afford waste any time with him. He didn't need him. What he needed was a way to get rid of that lunch. Or maybe-

"Eeek!"

Ayato's thoughts were quickly interrupted by a sudden collision. He was now on the ground, face to face with another student.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry I- geez I've gone and dropped everything!" The girl began crawling around, gathering all of her scattered belongings.

Ayato frowned. "Are those.. weapons?"

It looked like just as much. The girl seemed to be traveling with a large assortment of dangerous objects. Knives, a hammer, a wooden bat, and many more. There was even a katana in the mix.

She nodded, causing her twin-drills to tumble and bounce. "But don't worry, they're fake. Could you just..?"

Ayato extended his arms and allowed the student to place the large amount of "weapons" in his hands.

"Thanks! Sorry again for bumping into you, I'm in a bit of a rush." She explained. "I need to get these props to the drama club asap!"

The girl seized Ayato's wrist and lead him down the hall, into dimly lit room.

"You can just leave those on the table there-"

Suddenly the bell for the morning classes rang. Ayato was officially late, fortunately for him, he wasn't in any sort of rush to get back. Attendance was never really a major concern for him. The girl, however, seemed extremely concerned by this.

"Oh gosh!" She cried out. "You're late because of me! Oh I've just ruined-"

She suddenly gasped. "Wait! This can work!"

Ayato watched as the student ran around the room, fumbling with different items and rearranging the scenery. She handed Ayato a plastic knife.

"You can help me practice scenes!" She gushed. "That way you can miss part of class and I can get our club leader to write you a pass! It's a win win.. kind of..."

There was a small moment of silence.
"So," the girl began again. "What do you think of that?"

Ayato looked around the room, taking in the various assortments of masks, costumes, and props galore. It was... cluttered. Nothing about this place stirred any emotions within him. The girl's brightness and enthusiasm brought him no sort of sympathy or motivation. Ayato considered walking out and going back to class; at least there he could sit and think in peace.

But then again, he could really use a hall pass, and he was quite certain that whatever was going on in class wasn't half as interesting as this set up the girl had arranged.

"What sort of scene are you working on?" Ayato questioned.

The girl's smile brightened. "It's a murder mystery!"

She lead Ayato to the stage. "Just act as though you're going to kill me. I'm playing the first victim."
Ayato paused for a moment, then raised the toy knife and brought it down, tapping the girl's head lightly. "Like that?"

"Kind of." She repositioned the weapon in his hand. "Hold it like this, and the script says we have to struggle for a while. Let's do it again."

They tried the scene again. Then again. And once more. Each time Ayato would attempt to attack, and each time he would get critiqued.

"More force this time! You have to overpower the victim."

"Hold the knife firmly, you can't drop the murder weapon before you kill them!"

"Alright this time I'm going to fight back."

"C'mon you act like this is your first time! Ha, I'm joking."

The process went on. Sometimes they would switch weapons, other times they would change settings, every time, the girl would get "killed".

"You're getting really good at this," she beamed, "but it doesn't feel like you're really getting into the role."

Ayato frowned. "Getting into the role?"

She nodded. "I mean, immersed. Isn't there anyone out there you really don't like- I mean, not to the point of wanting to kill anyone- but someone you could visualize while we practice?"

"..."

"Just try it!" She urged.

They went through the scene once more, but it was different this time. This time the scene felt new. It felt better.

As he brought the knife down, he could hear Osana's screams. As they struggled with the weapon he could practically see her pathetic body crumpling to the ground. Then finally, as the girl fell to the ground, gasping for air and clutching at her chest, Ayato saw Osana's worthless corpse, bleeding out onto the floor. The thoughts made his heart skip a beat.

"That was great! That felt so real! You really nailed it.. Uh.. Wow, I never asked what your name was." The girl rose from the ground, extending her arm. "My name's Kokona Haruka."

Ayato took a deep breath, regaining his composure. He shook Kokona's hand. "I'm Ayato. Ayato Aishi."

Kokona smiled. "Thanks for all your help." She glanced at the clock hanging above the door. "Oh it's already lunch time!"

Ayato turned towards the clock as well. "It's.. already..."

"Yeah, time sure does fly." Kokona grabbed her belongings and headed towards the door. "I'll make sure they don't mark you absent for class. Other than that, I guess we're done here. Thanks again Ayato."

Kokona left the room, leaving Ayato alone. He stood quietly for a moment, thinking. The image of Osana's corpse was still fresh in his mind.

That was.. He couldn't possibly...

Ayato stared at the toy knife in his hand. Osana needed to die. Surely, no one would miss her. Senpai would be sad, yes, but he'd get over it. He'd have to. Without him.. everything would be so… empty… and meaningless.

"Don't be so rash," he told himself. "Let her get rejected first, then you can kill her."

He left the drama club's room and headed to the nurse's office.

It was lunch time.