The class was boring. Ayano has always pondered on the effectiveness of the institution of school, and she conceded that it was effective to some extent but vastly overrated the time needed to teach students material. She could be in and out of the classroom in fifteen minutes if the students around her weren't the completely dense rocks that they were. They really ought to make the entrance exam harder to weed out all of the idiots. Although, I suppose that makes my job easier. If they're too stupid to understand trigonometry and basic sentence structure then they definitely wouldn't be able to trace these murders back to me. Since she understood the material easily, Ayano had a habit of people watching during class. She noticed that Osoro hadn't bothered to show up, which didn't surprise her. That moron is probably out destroying what brain cells he has left. To her right, Osano was struggling to stay awake and if Ayano was being honest, she couldn't necessarily blame him. Ayano kept watching him, amused by his bright hair swinging back and forth as his head bobbed in a way akin to a pendulum. This perpetual motion was cut short by the lilting chime of the bell that signified lunchtime. Osano jolted up and realized that Ayano was looking at him. His face turned a more vibrant shade than his hair and he began to stammer like an absolute idiot.

"W-wh-what are you looking at!" He put his arms up defensively as if he were expecting Ayano to strike him for speaking to her.

Ayano gestured to the clock behind him. "I was just checking the time," she clarified. She didn't want Osano to think she was interested in being his friend.

"Oh." Osano seemed almost disappointed that Ayano hadn't been creepily staring at him sleeping. Ayano disregarded this and stood up to get ready for her job. She had missed the opportunity in the morning to summon the delinquent with a letter to meet her behind the school, but now it didn't really matter because she had prepared a disguise. Ayano ascended to the rooftop, looking around the grounds for her target. She spotted him hanging around the incinerator. Luckily, he was distanced from the rest of the delinquents while he smoked. Musume's stolen cigarettes were no doubt what he was smoking. How ironic. The thing he stole will be his downfall in more ways than one. Ayano raced down from the rooftop and to the supply closet that held her disguise. She donned the disguise and on her way outside, grabbed a box cutter from the art room. She walked outside, around to where the delinquent was.

Ayano leaned out from the corner of the school. Through the holes in her fox mask, she spotted her target. The delinquent spotted her almost immediately and walked towards her, no doubt to tell her to fuck off. She had counted on this.

"Hey, get outta here you creepy bitch!" The delinquent's eyes were sharp with anger. He was confident he would win this encounter. Ayano slowly inched back around the corner, pretending she was scared of him. He would follow.

"You think you can just provoke me and get off scot-free? I'm no pushover, and you're gonna learn that the hard way." Ayano backed off further. Soon they were both fully around the corner. Ayano backed up against the wall, letting the delinquent get in close. His cigarette was still in his mouth, and he puffed a stream of smoke at Ayano.

"Now, I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't soon forget." He shoved Ayano against the wall, trapping her there with both of his arms acting like the bars of a cage. Ayano stayed silent, waiting for the perfect moment. She smiled under her mask. It was as if a mouse was trying to intimidate a venomous viper.

"Let's start by seeing who you really are." The delinquent grabbed for her mask and Ayano neatly dodged to the side, letting his hand smash into the wall where her head had been.

"What the fu-" His exclamation was cut off by Ayano's swift and calculated strike. She knocked the wind out of him with a sharp jab to the solar plexus. He spit out his cigarette, which Ayano snatched out of the air. It was still lit. With a well-placed kick to the groin, the delinquent went down like a horse with a broken leg. Ayano loomed over the boy and put out the cigarette on the soft flesh of his neck. The beginnings of a cry were stifled by Ayano's hand clapping down over his mouth.

"Now it's my turn to talk. I'm sure you know why I'm here." Ayano rifled through the delinquent's pockets until she found Musume's cigarettes and a heavy chrome lighter. She took out one of the cigarettes and lit it. "I'm here to make sure this never happens again. Open your mouth."

The delinquent stubbornly kept his mouth clamped shut, as he knew as well as Ayano did what she planned to do. "Not cooperating? We have solutions for that." Ayano took her free hand and closed off his nose. It wasn't soon before he opened his mouth to gasp for air. Quicker than a snake's strike, Ayano grabbed the delinquent's tongue. "Now, now. You should know the dangers of smoking." Ayano took the cigarette and ground it out on the delinquent's tongue with strange savagery.

A/N:

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I decided to leave it on a bit of a cliffhanger! I also have an announcement! I'll be accepting requests for missions Ayano can carry out. You can request certain characters (canon only please) and their elimination methods! I do have a plan for the endgame, but we still have plenty of time to play around with missions while Ayano meets all of the male rivals.