Everything you did was for your 'love' towards him, your senpai. From ensuring others knew their place to staining your hands with blood. "It's fine," you thought. Because he was your fate, destined to be with you even if he doesn't know it yet.

Ten weeks had passed since you eliminated the rivals, and the President of the Student Council, Megamo Saikou, finally made his arrival. Megamo was cautious whenever you were around, so you devised a plan to eliminate him.

The first attempt wasn't successful; the poison didn't kill him. So you kept trying. The note didn't work in your second attempt, and a brainwashed student also failed to kill him. Even your efforts to ruin his reputation and drive him to suicide didn't succeed. Nothing worked.

Frustrated, you began to notice that Megamo himself wasn't trying to stop you, even though he knew you were attempting to murder him. One day, as you walked down the stairs from the rooftop, a gloved hand covered your mouth, preventing you from screaming, and dragged you behind the ventilation shaft.

You couldn't fight back against the strong grip and couldn't see who it was until a strand of silver hair fell on your forehead. You immediately recognized him. Megamo pinned you against the wall, your face pressed against it, and restrained your hands with one of his while keeping the other over your mouth.

"Stay still," he spoke quietly, his voice cold and firm. "I've been following you for a while now. Did you really think I wouldn't notice your attempts to kill me?"