Scheme

Heaven's Kiss Billiard Club, Shibuya - Afternoon

The haze of cigarette smoke and the clack of billiard balls greeted Miku as she stepped inside. Dim lights, lazy jazz, the hum of chatter—this was her sanctuary, her real world. 

In their usual corner, Yumeko and Reine lounged over fries and soda. Yumeko, with neon green nails, scrolled through her phone with a bored look. Reine twirled a cue stick between her fingers, gaze half-lidded.

“Finally,” Yumeko muttered, not looking up. “Where was your princess butt wandering around?”

Miku tossed her bag onto the booth and flopped down beside them with a groan.
“Don’t ask. I got stuck eating with that idol bitch. Needed to clear my head.”

That word—idol—snapped their attention.

“Idol girl?” Yumeko blinked. “Who the fuck?”

Reine sat up, lips curling. “Wait. New bitch in your class?”

“Yeah.” Miku snatched a French fry and bit it like it had wronged her. “Chisa. From some group called Love & Panties or whatever.”

“You mean Love & Partie?” Yumeko corrected, eyes widening.

“Yeah, whatever.” Miku waved it off.

“No way. That’s the group debuting next month!” Reine said, suddenly sharp.

Yumeko shoved her phone forward, Chisa’s profile glowing on the screen.
“You mean 'this' whore?”

Miku chewed, glaring at the picture. “Yeah. Now she’s in my class. Bitch was sitting right next to Ryu, too. Smiling like she owns the place.”

Reine whistled low. “Typical 'perfect' girl, huh?”

“Perfectly fake,” Miku snapped. “The boys are drooling. Even Ryu looked interested.” Her teeth ground together, the memory of his gaze tightening her chest.

Then a hand slid across Miku's chest. Her breath hitched—not from shyness, but rage. Cheap cologne stung her nose. A low chuckle brushed her ear. Kenta Todoroki. Messy blonde hair, cocky smirk, red sunglasses that screamed trouble. One of her many boyfriends.

“Relax, Queen,” he murmured. “Ryu’s just one of your eight guys, right? You’ve still got me.”

Miku slapped his hand away, eyes blazing. “Hands off my goods, Kenny. You don’t own me.”

Yumeko and Reine giggled behind their painted nails. Kenta slid into the booth beside her anyway, grin widening. “Aw, don’t be like that. You love me.”

She shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “Only for sex, dumbass. You’ll bang anything that moves. Heck, I’ll bet you even bang a granny with tits and cash. A hundred percent positive you’d go for it.”

Laughter erupted from the girls. Kenta just chuckled, leaning on his elbow. “I like it when you talk dirty like this to me, so arousing.”

Miku smirked, pulling out her phone. She thrust Chisa’s smiling face under his nose.
“What about her? Would you hit a Yamato Nadeshiko like her?”

Kenta squinted slightly, then burst into a crude laugh. “Her? I’d bang bitches like her in three seconds! She'll melt to me in no time! But nah—too fragile. I like my girls to have a fiery personality.”

Satisfaction tugged at Miku’s lips. Yumeko and Reine exchanged wicked grins. 

“So… will you do it, Kenta? I’ll make it worth your time. Do it for me, anata~.” Miku leaned closer, putting her childish voice to seduce him.

His grin faltered. “You mean… check her out?”

“No,” Miku purred. “Break her.”

The table went quiet. Kenta blinked, caught off guard by the venom in her tone.

“You… want me to break her?”

Miku rested her chin on her hand, nails tapping her cheek. The smirk never left. “What? Can’t handle one delicate little idol? Don’t forget—this club runs on my papa’s money. You still want to work here, right?”

Yumeko’s giggle cut sharply. “Yeah, Kenny, do it. Teach that bitch a lesson!”

Reine leaned forward, predatory grin flashing. “Relax. You won’t be alone. We’ll back you up.”

Their laughter rose—not playful, but commanding, like hyenas circling prey. Kenta’s face shadowed as if the weight of Miku’s demand pressed down on him. But he couldn’t disobey her, not when she threatened the club's operation with her father's money again.

Kenta’s grin returned, darker this time. “Alright. I’ll do it. Gonna make that cute angel cry.”

Yumeko clapped her hands, eyes glittering. “We’ll make it a show. I’ve got a tiny camera for the sexy clips, just what we need!”

Miku’s gaze gleamed, words barely above a whisper. “All you have to do is lure her to the Kabukicho Love hotel. We only need one fucking video, and her career’s finished.”

Reine clapped her hands together once, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Ooh, that would be fantastic! We’re going to blackmail the bitch until she…"

"Yes, she will end up like Haruna!" Yumeko added.

“No more 'cute idol' act for her.” Miku finished.

The club filled with their cruel laughter, echoing over the crack of billiard balls. Outside, Shibuya’s neon lights flickered on, the city alive and oblivious—unaware that a cruel scheme was already being set.