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Ayano Aishi strolled through the hallways of Akademi High School, her eyes as cold as the steel of the locker doors she passed. Her long, raven hair swayed gently behind her, a stark contrast to the chaotic scene around her. Students chattered, laughing, and living their lives oblivious to the silent storm that was brewing within her mind. Her mission had been clear, to make Taro Yamada fall in love with her, but a peculiar curiosity had been gnawing at her, something that didn't quite fit with her usual emotionless demeanor.
Her hand clutched the stolen prize tightly, the cool metal of Taro's cell phone a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. She had snatched it from his pocket during their brief encounter that morning, a risky move but one she felt necessary. The phone held the secrets she needed to ensure her victory. She had planned to use it to learn his every preference, his deepest desires, and exploit them to manipulate him into falling for her. But what she found was something entirely different.
"Senpai..." Ayano's normally blank eyes were wide at what she was seeing.
The screen of Taro's cell phone was a minefield of disturbing queries. "Tesla x Oppenheimer Yaoi," "How to remove glitter from your belly button," and "men in panties" were just a few of the bizarre searches. Her delicate brows furrowed as she scrolled through the digital landscape of his depravity.
The realization struck Ayano like a sledgehammer to the gut. The feeling was foreign, but it grew stronger with each new image that popped up. Her hand trembled, and her stomach churned. The emotion washed over her, a bitter taste rising in the back of her throat. Disgust. It was a sensation she had read about but never truly felt, not until now. Her eyes watered, and she swallowed hard, fighting the urge to retch.
"Disgusting," she murmured under her breath, her voice barely a whisper. It was the only word that seemed to fit the horrors displayed before her. The glossy screen was a window into a world she never knew existed, and she wished she could slam it shut and pretend she had never looked. But the damage was done, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the depraved content that painted Taro in a new, disturbing light.
Her thumb hovered over the screen, ready to navigate to his digital diary, a treasure trove of personal thoughts and feelings that she had been so eager to explore. But as she clicked on the app, the weight of her decision grew heavier. Instead of finding sweet nothings about her, she found a laundry list of his conquests and perverted fantasies, each entry more twisted than the last. Her heart, if it could beat faster, would have hammered in her chest at the thought of the other girls who had fallen for him.
Ayano will NOT let that happen!
-
Osana's eyes widened in shock as Ayano spoke, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. "What... what did you just say, Ayano?" she sputtered, her voice a mix of horror and disbelief.
Ayano's expression remained stoic, her grip on the phone tightening. "Taro... he watches animal mating videos... to masturbate." she said, her voice devoid of emotion but her words hanging in the air like a lead balloon.
The room fell silent, the only sound the faint buzz of the fluorescent lights above them.
Osana's hand shot up to her mouth, her eyes darting around as if searching for an escape from the mortifying revelation. Her cheeks puffed out, and she looked like she might burst at any moment. "You... you can't be serious!" she gasped, her eyes pleading with Ayano to take it back.
Ayano, ever the picture of calmness, nodded solemnly. "It's true, Osana," she said, her voice as cold as the steel blade she often fantasized about. "And it gets worse."
The room grew colder, and Osana's eyes grew wide with horror. "W-worse?" she stuttered, her hand slowly lowering from her mouth. "What could be worse than that?"
Ayano nodded, her gaze unwavering. "He also has a collection of... questionable hentai," she said, her voice as flat as a pancake. "Involving octopuses."
"AND I ALMOST KISSED HIM?!" screams a disgusted Osana, making such a strong face that it looked like she had bitten a sour lemon with vinegar.
-
Amai Odayaka stumbled backward, her hand flying to her chest as if to hold in the shock. "What... what did you just say, Ayano?" she managed to choke out, her eyes wide with revulsion.
Ayano nodded gravely, her expression unchanging as she recounted her discovery. "Taro drinks mayonnaise like it's a milkshake," she said, her voice as cold and unfeeling as the chill that had settled in the room.
Amai's eyes bulged, her mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for water. "What?" she squeaked, her voice high-pitched and disbelieving. "That... that's not possible!"
"I assure you, it is," Ayano said calmly, swiping through the incriminating evidence on the phone. She held it up, displaying a video of Taro with a tall glass of mayo in hand, a look of pure bliss on his face as he chugged it down. "I found this on his phone."
Amai stared at the screen, her cheeks flushing from shock to embarrassment, then to anger. "That... that's just wrong," she spat, her voice trembling with disgust. "How can someone do that to mayonnaise? It's a culinary sin! I will never use mayonnaise again!"
-
Oka Ruto, the school's resident goth, leaned against the lockers, her dark eyes meeting Ayano's with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. Her interest was piqued by the seriousness in Ayano's tone.
"Taro believes the Earth is flat," Ayano announced, her voice as flat as the very Earth Taro thought he was standing on.
Oka Ruto's dark eyes narrowed, and she pushed herself off the lockers, crossing her arms. "Flat?" she repeated, her skepticism clear. "As in, not round?"
Ayano nodded, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly. "Yes," she said, her voice as cold as the steel of the lockers behind her. "He's part of a... let's say, 'alternative' community that insists the Earth is a pancake."
Oka Ruto blinked slowly, her dark eyeliner smudging slightly with the effort. "But... but that's ridiculous," she murmured, her voice trailing off. "Even for me who thinks vampires are a real thing."
Ayano's lips quirked up into a small, knowing smile. "Indeed, it's quite the revelation," she said, her voice a whisper of amusement in the otherwise tense hallway. "But it's all here," she added, gesturing to the phone screen.
Oka Ruto stepped closer, leaning in to peer at the screen. Her eyes widened as she read through the conspiracy blogs and YouTube comments that made up Taro's flat Earth research. "But... but this is... this is..." she sputtered, at a loss for words.
"I know... pure idiocy." said Ayano, her voice as smooth as the marble floors under their feet.
Oka Ruto stumbled backward, her mind racing with the absurdity of it all. "But... but how can someone be that stupid?" she spat out, the disgust palpable in her tone. "I mean, I know I'm into the weird and unexplained, but at least my beliefs have some... some..."
"Scientific credibility?" Ayano offered with a smirk, the first real emotion she had shown since her discovery.
"At least ghosts are cool." Oka Ruto muttered, her arms crossing tightly over her chest as she took in the absurdity of the flat Earth theory.
-
Kizana looked up from her phone, her perfect eyebrows knitting together in confusion as Ayano approached. She was surrounded by her usual entourage of adoring fans from Drama club, but the second she heard Taro's name, she perked up like a meerkat spotting a predator.
"Kizana," Ayano began, her voice as calm as a still pond, "I have something to show you." She held out Taro's phone, the screen displaying a diary entry with the date and time of his fashion critique. Kizana's eyes lit up with excitement, thinking it was going to be something juicy about her crush. But as she read, her expression changed from eager to one of utter disbelief and horror.
"He said what?" Kizana shrieked, her voice echoing through the hallway like a siren's wail. The dramatic flair she was known for was in full swing as she threw her arms into the air. "How dare he?!" Her entourage took a step back, their eyes widening at the sudden shift in their idol's demeanor. They had never seen her so... un-Kizana-like.
"He said your fashion sense is... outdated," Ayano replied, her voice as cold and unchanging as the North Pole. She handed the phone over to Kizana, her own emotions as frosty as a winter's day.
Kizana's delicate hands trembled with rage as she scrolled through the diary entry, her eyes growing wider with every line she read. "How dare he?" she shrieked again, her voice bouncing off the walls like a yo-yo gone mad. The Drama Club members looked on, their expressions a mix of shock and amusement at their usually composed president's outburst.
Her eyes darted around, searching for something to vent her anger on. "I'll show him what 'ridiculous' truly looks like!" she shouted, her voice echoing down the hallway. Her entourage looked at each other, unsure of what to do. This was a side of Kizana they had never seen before.
-
Asu Rito's eyes widened in disbelief as Ayano recounted Taro's ludicrous belief. Known for her rigorous training regimen and unmatched dedication to sports, the revelation was as absurd to her as claiming that water could flow uphill. She leaned against the locker, her athletic body taut with indignation.
"Taro... thinks that Saitama's training can be real?" she repeated, her voice as incredulous as if someone had just told her that pineapples grew on trees. Her fists clenched at her sides, and her muscles visibly tensed under her school uniform.
"That's what his phone suggests," Ayano said with a nod, her voice as calm as the eye of a storm. "Apparently, he believes that if you do a hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, a hundred squats, and a ten-kilometer run every day, you'll gain unparalleled strength."
Asu's jaw dropped, and she stared at Ayano as if she had just claimed that rainbows were the result of unicorn flatulence. "But that's... that's just a joke from a manga!" she exclaimed, her voice bouncing off the locker doors like a pinball. "It's not real, Ayano!"
"Apparently, Taro doesn't share that sentiment," Ayano said with a slight shrug, her tone as flat as the comic panels Asu had read countless times. "He has several notes saved about the 'One Punch Man workout' and how to incorporate it into his routine saying he's going to be a much better athlete than you." shows Taro's diary as proof.
Asu's eyes bulged like a cartoon character's, and she stumbled back a step, her fists clenching in outrage. "Better than me?!" she roared, her voice echoing off the lockers with the intensity of a stadium announcement. "Does he even know what real training is?"
Her entourage of athletes looked at each other, some hiding smirks, others raising their eyebrows in surprise. They had never seen Asu this worked up about someone else's training routine. It was like someone had questioned the very fabric of her athletic existence.
"You mean to tell me that... that... that slacker thinks he can be stronger than me by copying a manga?" Asu's voice grew louder with every word, her cheeks reddening like a ripe tomato. "I train for hours every day! I sweat, I bleed for this school's sports teams! And he thinks he can just do a few push-ups and become the strongest man on Earth?"
Ayano nodded, her expression unchanged. "Yup... he's an idiot." she said tiredly, the exhaustion from her emotional rollercoaster of a day seeping into her voice.
Asu's face grew redder than a sunburn on a cloudless day. "Well, I'll show him," she said, her voice full of determination as she pushed off the lockers. "I'll beat him in every sport, and then he'll see who's the real athlete around here!"
-
Muja looked up from her first aid kit, her glasses reflecting the fluorescent lights as Ayano approached with a knowing smile and Taro's phone in hand. The school nurse was a picture of calm, her white coat a stark contrast to the chaos of the school day.
"Muja-san." Ayano began, her voice as sweet as honey, "I have something rather... enlightening to share with you and Mida-sensei."
The school nurse looked up from her bandages, curiosity piqued. "What is it, Ayano-chan?" she asked, her eyes meeting Ayano's over the rim of her glasses.
Ayano's smile grew, a hint of mischief playing on her lips. "Taro... he has quite the imagination," she began, her voice as smooth as a jazz saxophone on a quiet evening. "I found something on his phone that I think you both might find... interesting." She swiped through the phone, her thumb moving with the grace of a cat's paw, until she found the incriminating evidence.
Mida Rana, the substitute teacher, raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. She leaned closer to Muja, her eyes scanning the screen that Ayano held up. "What's this?" she asked, her voice as cool as the minty freshness of gum.
Ayano's smile grew, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of a cat watching a bird. "It seems Taro has quite the imagination," she said, her voice as smooth as silk. "He writes yuri fanfics, and apparently, he thinks you two are a couple."
Muja's hand froze in mid-air, her scissors hovering above a roll of bandages. "What... what did you say?" she stuttered, her voice as shaky as a leaf in a storm.
Mida's eyes narrowed, her gaze shifting from the phone to Ayano and back again. "Taro... writes fanfics about us?" she repeated, her tone as sharp as a scalpel.
Muja's hand dropped the scissors, and they clattered to the floor. "Us? As a... a couple?" she whispered, her voice as soft as a feather landing on a pillow.
Mida's eyes shot to Muja, and for a moment, Ayano thought she saw a flicker of something unreadable in the teacher's gaze. But then Mida spoke, her voice as cold as ice. "That boy writes about us?"
Muja's cheeks were a rosy shade of red, and she nodded, her eyes flicking from the phone to Mida. "Apparently, he has quite the imagination," she said, her voice as shaky as a leaf in the wind.
Mida's face remained stoic, but the air in the room was as thick as a London fog. "Let me see," she demanded, her voice as sharp as a tack. Ayano handed over the phone, watching as Mida's eyes scanned the screen with the intensity of a hawk spotting its prey.
Muja looked like she had seen a ghost, her hand fluttering to her mouth as she stared at the screen. "Oh my," she murmured, her voice as faint as a whisper.
Mida, on the other hand, was not so easily ruffled. She took the phone from Ayano and studied the screen with a flicker of amusement in her eyes. "Well, isn't that interesting," she said, her voice as dry as a desert. "I had no idea that brat had such... vivid fantasies."
"How did he find out about our affair?!" Muja and Mida thought at the same time in panic... they really were lesbians.
For the first time the boy got one right.
-
"WHAT?!" Hanako's shriek pierced through the quiet library, causing heads to whip around in shock.
Ayano nodded, her eyes as cold and unfeeling as the marble bust of some forgotten scholar. "Yes," she said, her voice as flat as the pages of the books that surrounded them. "Taro has been wearing your panties."
Hanako's face turned a shade of red that could rival a ripe tomato. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, her eyes wide with shock. "But... but why?" she squeaked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ayano shrugged, her expression as unchanging as the stoic statues that lined the library. "Perhaps he enjoys the feel of lace," she said, her voice as cold as the steel of the bookshelves behind her.
Hanako's eyes narrowed into slits, her fists clenching so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "That... that pervert!" she spat, her voice as venomous as a snake. "How could he do that to me?!"
Ayano's lips twitched upwards in the faintest of smiles, watching the drama unfold with the detachment of a scientist observing an experiment. "It seems he has quite the... penchant for cross-dressing," she said, her voice as calm as a Zen garden. "But fear not, Hanako," she added, her tone shifting to one of reassurance. "I shall ensure that no one else learns of this... indiscretion."
Hanako's eyes blazed with a fiery anger that could have melted the polar ice caps. "How dare he?" she hissed, her voice as sharp as a serpent's fang. "Those are my favorite pair!"
-
Osoro Shidesu leaned against her locker, her arms folded over her chest as Ayano approached with Taro's phone in hand. The hallway was relatively empty, the bell for the next class not having rung yet.
"Shidesu," Ayano said calmly, "I've found something you might find... entertaining."
Osoro's piercing gaze snapped to her, the gears in her head turning with the curiosity of a cat presented with a new toy. "What's that?" she asked, her voice gruff and impatient.
Ayano held out the phone, the screen displaying a series of texts and photos that would make any sane person cringe. "Taro believes you're a cross-dresser," she said, her voice as smooth and unflappable as ever.
Osoro's eyes narrowed to slits, and she snatched the phone from Ayano's hand with a snarl. "What the actual fuck?" she bellowed, the sound reverberating off the lockers like a bass drop at a rave. Her thumbs danced over the screen as she scrolled through the incriminating evidence, her face turning a color that could only be described as 'murderous'.
"This... this... little shit," she seethed, her voice as deadly as a whispered threat. The muscles in her arms bulged as she tightened her grip on the phone, as if she could crush it into dust with the power of her fury. Her eyes scanned the screen, each text and photo fueling her rage like gasoline on a fire.
"Taro thinks I'm a cross-dresser?" she growled, her voice echoing through the hallway like a lioness defending her pride. "Well, he's about to find out what a real man does to someone who messes with his image!"
-
The last one. The hardest one. The 'goddess'.
Megami glared at Ayano with her usual contempt.
"If you came here to threaten me, it won't work, Ayano."
Ayano just held out her phone. "Check the search history... that's Taro's phone."
Megami rolled her eyes, picked up the phone, and started scrolling through the screen.
Thirty seconds later, her eyes widened. A minute later, she was pale.
Two minutes later, Megami hugged Ayano, trembling.
"How... how does someone like that exist?!"
"I wonder that too."
Irony: Megami, who swore to destroy Ayano, was now on the girl's shoulder, traumatized.
And Ayano? She just stared at the horizon, with the serenity of someone who saved the world.
Or at least, the school.
-
The schoolyard was in chaos.
Taro Yamada, once the center of attention, was now running around like a desperate chicken, being hunted by a group of angry girls thirsting for revenge.
"COME BACK HERE, YOU PERVERT!"
"I USED MAYONNAISE TO COOK, YOU SICK MAN!"
"GIVE ME BACK MY PANTIES!"
"I WAS WILLING TO GIVE UP THE OCCULT FOR YOU!!"
Taro tripped and fell face first into the grass. The girls approached like hungry hyenas.
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A few meters away, sitting on a school bench, Ayano and Megami watched the scene... with a huge bucket of popcorn.
"Do you think they'll go easy on him?" Ayano asked, throwing a handful into her mouth.
"I doubt it. Kizana brought a golf club. And Osoro... well, she's got brass knuckles."
They both chewed in silence, watching with the calm of someone watching a good episode of reality TV.
Taro's scream echoed through the courtyard:
"I JUST WANTED LOOVE!!!"
Ayano raised an eyebrow.
"Should we tell them he also researched 'how to kiss your own elbow sensually'?"
Megami laughed. A light laugh, almost... genuine.
"Leave it. They need to find out for themselves."
In the middle of the next bite, Megami's fingers lightly touched Ayano's in the bowl of popcorn. They both froze.
Megami blushed. Just like *Megami Saikou*, the untouchable one.
"Sorry... it was an accident."
Ayano glanced at her sideways, a slight smile forming.
"Of course. 'Unintentionally.'"
Silence fell between the two, more comfortable than it should have been.
In the background, Taro was thrown into a fountain of glitter, coffee milk and mayonnaise. The girls celebrated their victory with war cries.
But Ayano and Megami were in another universe. One where obsession became an alliance. And, maybe... something more.
"So..." Megami began, playing with her hair, "do you want to come over to my place later? I have more popcorn. And kitten videos. Normal, I promise."
Ayano nodded.
"As long as you don't drink mayonnaise."
The two girls giggled with blushing faces as they looked at each other.
And so, the legend of Taro Yamada ended...
And began something that not even Google could have predicted.