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Kikyou Kushida was a gossip girl. Well, not really, but to learn the secrets, ins and outs of every single person was a rather big achievement for her. To have everyone rely on her and tell them their biggest and darkest secrets was an enjoyment that was so salacious to her that she desired more of it.

To have her big secret be ousted by someone else was something she could never have happen to her. No matter what. Something she'd rather take to the grave and defend with all her might. No matter the cost, even if it costs her to lose her friends, to evidently ruin and sever those links to keep her darkest secrets to herself, she would do that. If anything, the desire to learn more secrets about others was already dangerous in itself. That's what caused the incident in her last school. Everyone else turned on her after they found out about her blog post where she would anonymously talk behind their backs. They hated her for it.

But to protect herself, she counterattacked. She told every single secret that was told to her, not even sparing a single detail out. The secrets that were told to her by former friends, the most personal of secrets were let out. And soon enough, instead of berating her, they turned on each other. All while the girl whom had let everything out was left relatively unharmed.

The attention, the clout, the secrets. All of those had become her weapon. Social interactions were her biggest tools in order to protect herself and eliminate others. It was perfect. Perfect to get whatever she needed to suit her needs.

However, she learned a big secret about a particular boy, and she thought she could use this as an advantage to her. Already having figured out his true nature from the few interactions they had. At first, she was surprised and elated to see that they shared a kindred nature. But then she learned that he may eventually possess a potential obstacle in her future, she made quick use of it to figure out a dark secret that he didn't wish for anyone to know. And she thought it would be that hidden, true persona of his. In a way, it was something that he didn't wish to show everyone, however, unlike her, where she wanted to keep it locked away no matter the cost, the boy will show his true colors the moment it is needed. The moment he needs to establish himself as the person in a position of omnipotent power and get what he wants.

She made a terrible mistake. To think she would be in his crosshair like a fly, easily caught in the spider's web. He had easily overpowered her, staring down at her like she was nothing. Nothing but the lowest of things. And she couldn't escape. She was in his grasp, unable to do anything, given a choice that could end her career here in ANHS.

Part of her wants to eventually go against him later down the line. To try and free herself from this prison that she found herself in. But at the same time, something was telling her that she shouldn't.

[Chapter XI | Confrontation]

That night, Asahi arrived back in his room rather peacefully. A rather quaint and accepted smile on his face, the keys jingling in his hands as he unlocked the door and pushed himself through.

Gently placing his bag on the table, he waltzed into the kitchen like nothing was wrong, as if the previous act that had transpired that night had not happened at all. Propping open the fridge door, he grabbed the ingredients to make a pork cutlet bowl. Beating some eggs, seasoning it with salt and pepper, he dredged the small pork cutlet into the flour bowl before submerging it in the egg pool. Once fully covered, he removed it and put it in a small container filled with seasoned breadcrumbs.

A good shake to have the cutlet covered completely, he took a pair of chopsticks and lowered the cutlet into a pot of heated oil that he had previously prepared on the stove ten minutes ago. The vivid sloshing and bubbling of the oil deep-frying the piece of pork, accompanied by a popping noise every now and then, the kitchen soon began to fill with a delicious aromatic smell. His nostrils were quite pleased with the spices that he had put in the meal, the boy then moving to grab another pot from the cupboard below. Filling it with some washed rice from the sink, pouring in two cups of rice into the pot and filling it in with two and a half cups of water.