Class-d done

"Akira," Arisu began, her voice steady and composed as she addressed him, "Why bring another person into our plans? We've worked hard to keep things under wraps and adding more people increases the risk."

Akira turned to look at her, a confident smirk on his lips. "Arisu, I've brought this girl, let's call her Yuna, because she's got certain... talents that will be useful to us

"A pawn, yes," Akira confirmed, nodding slightly towards Yuna and Ike who were standing a short distance away. "Both of them. But remember, every pawn is capable of more than it seems at first glance."

His gaze locked with Arisu's, a silent understanding passing between them. He then subtly nodded towards Yuna and Ike, signaling them to join the conversation.

Arisu watched them approach, her analytical mind already calculating their potential contributions and risks. She knew Akira was right; in a game of chess, a well-placed pawn could change the course of the game. And in the complicated game they were playing at Advanced Nurturing High School, every player had their role.

"I'll keep that in mind," she said finally, meeting Akira's smirk with a determined gaze of her own. "Let's just hope these pawns of yours prove to be more useful than they are trouble."

"Yuna," he instructed, his tone serious, "We need you to get closer to Ike. Your task is to... persuade him to confront the Class-D homeroom teacher."

Yuna's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she quickly masked it with a determined expression. "You mean... seduce him into making a move on the teacher?" She asked, seeking clarification.

Akira simply nodded. He understood the implications and the risks of what he was suggesting. Yet, he also knew that this diversion was crucial for their plan to succeed.

"Use your judgement, Yuna," Akira continued, "But remember, the goal here is not to harm anyone. We only need to create enough chaos to buy us some time to steal Class-D's report cards."

Meanwhile, Yuna, the newcomer in the group, had a different task. Her target was Ike from Class-D, known for his vulnerability to female attention. Approaching Ike, she started building a rapport, providing him with a friendly presence and words of admiration. Ike, being a bit of a simp, quickly fell for Yuna's charming demeanor.

Ike, having been manipulated by Yuna, found himself outside the office of his homeroom teacher, Ms. Chabashira. He took a deep breath, steeling his nerves before knocking on the door.

"Come in," came the crisp voice of Ms. Chabashira. Ike walked in, his face a mask of resolve.

"Ms. Chabashira," he began, his voice steady. "There's something I need to talk to you about."

His teacher, a stern woman with sharp features, raised an eyebrow at him. "Go on."

"I don't think it's fair," Ike continued, "how some students are treated differently. It's like they're given more chances, more opportunities."

Ms. Chabashira folded her arms across her chest. "And who might these students be?"

"Well... it doesn't matter who they are. What matters is that it's happening."

His teacher sighed, her expression unchanging. "Ike, everyone is given the same opportunities here. It's up to them to seize it."

"But–" Ike protested, but his teacher raised her hand, cutting him off.

"I've heard your concerns. Is there anything else?"

Ike fell silent, his hands clenched at his sides. He was seething, but he knew arguing further was pointless.

"No, ma'am," he finally replied, his voice tight.

"Good. Now off you go, Ike."

With Ike's conversation concluded, it was Yuna's turn. She took a moment to adjust her uniform, her eyes catching Ike's for a moment. He gave her an encouraging nod, and she responded with a small smile before turning to face the door of Ms. Chabashira's office.

Knocking gently, Yuna pushed the door open at the teacher's call. "Ms. Chabashira," she greeted, her voice soft yet confident. She closed the door behind her and approached the teacher's desk, her eyes meeting the older woman's.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she began, her tone polite. Yuna had a particular charm about her, a mix of innocence and allure that made it hard for anyone, let alone Ms. Chabashira, to dismiss her outright.

Ms. Chabashira regarded her for a moment, her expression neutral. "What brings you here, Yuna? You are not from my class?"

Taking a deep breath, Yuna decided to take the plunge. She moved closer, her hand gently reaching out to touch Ms. Chabashira's, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned in.

"I... I've been thinking a lot about you, Ms. Chabashira," she confessed, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink.

This was a high risk strategy, but if it worked, it could serve as the perfect distraction. Yuna could see Ike from the corner of her eye, his face a mixture of shock and confusion. She only hoped he would react the way they needed him to.

Ms. Chabashira blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback by Yuna's words. She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, the door of the office burst open, and a clearly agitated Ike charged in.

"Ike!" Yuna exclaimed, pretending to be startled as she quickly moved away from Ms. Chabashira.

"I... I won't let you do this!" Ike stammered, his face burning as he pointed accusingly at Yuna. The scene was chaotic and confusing, just as they'd hoped it would be. Meanwhile, Akira and the others could make their move.

In the midst of their satisfaction, however, a sense of unease lingered. The incident that had led to their successful operation was far from trivial - Ike had attempted to assault Ms. Chabashira, his homeroom teacher. The news was a bombshell, leaving the entire school in a state of shock and disbelief.

The thought of Ike, a typically harmless and naive student, resorting to such a violent and reprehensible act was chilling. The aftermath of his actions had left Ms. Chabashira severely injured, adding to the gravity of the situation.

Meanwhile, in the midst of the uproar, Akira, Arisu, and Kamuro were meticulously executing their plan. With the school's attention diverted, they infiltrated the teachers' office. The school's security cameras had been conveniently disabled by their skilled hacker, leaving them free to operate without fear of getting caught.

They quickly located the report cards of Class D, gathering them swiftly and efficiently. With the information in their possession, they retreated, leaving no trace of their intrusion.

Once safely back in their meeting room, they spread out the report cards, their eyes scanning over the grades and comments. This information was invaluable - it could give them the leverage they needed to tip the scales in their favor.

With the shocking news still echoing in their ears, Akira couldn't help but comment. "You know," he began, a smirk playing on his lips. "For all his simplicity, even Ike seems to have standards. Who knew he wouldn't stand for NTR, especially if it's the woman he loves....He won't even tolerate his lover kissing a girl."

Arisu looked at him, her expression unreadable. "It's not about what he stands for, Akira," she replied, her tone matter-of-fact. "It's about manipulation and control. Just like us, Ike is just another pawn in this game. Who is the hacker? They seems too dangerous even for us"

"The hacker," Akira began casually, as if discussing the weather, "is a girl named Sarah. She's... well, let's just say she's quite invested in me."

"A yandere," he added, off-handedly.

Arisu's brows shot up at this revelation, but she managed to maintain her composure, a soft "hmm" escaping her lips. On the other hand, Kamuro's reaction was far more expressive. She blanched at the mention of the term 'yandere,' a wave of panic washing over her face.

"A-Akira, you're casually teaming up with a yandere?!" Kamuro exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch. "Aren't you scared?!"

Akira shrugged, unfazed by her outburst. "Fear is a luxury I can't afford, Kamuro. Besides, everyone has their quirks. It's all about how you handle them."

His nonchalant response left Arisu and Kamuro in stunned silence. The complexity of Akira's strategy was becoming clearer, yet his casual approach to dealing with a yandere added another layer of intrigue to their mission. They were playing a high-stakes game, and every move counted.

As the tension hung heavy in the room, the door swung open, revealing Honami standing at the threshold, her brows furrowed in concern.

"I heard some commotion, is everything alright?" she asked, glancing around the room. Despite her mild mannered exterior, Honami had a knack for sensing the undercurrents of a situation.

Akira met her gaze, his expression unreadable. "Just discussing some...strategy," he replied.

Honami's gaze lingered on him for a moment before she nodded, seemingly accepting his response. "Well, if you need any help, don't hesitate to ask."

There was a moment of silence after she left. Her entrance had been unexpected, yet she had the uncanny ability to be unfazed by the unusual. It was as though she was aware of the larger picture, yet chose to brush it off. Whether it was naivety or a calculated move, they couldn't tell. Regardless, it was a reminder of the intricate web of alliances and rivalries that defined their school life.