When you looked into your locker and saw that it had rotten eggs stinking up the damn thing; your expression scrunched up in disgust and disbelief.

“Oops, oops.” Ayato spoke causing you to immediately turn over to his direction.

He then fake-gasped— a hand over his own lips before snickering and winking, “1 point for me.” Ayato announced his victory.

The game of prank wars shall never cease without a proper victor, after all.