Scheme

Heaven's Kiss Billiard Club, Shibuya

The familiar haze of cigarette smoke and the clack of billiard balls welcomed Miku as she stepped into the club. The dim lights, the thrum of jazz-heavy music, the low chatter, it was her sanctuary, her real world.

At their usual corner table sat Yumeko and Reine, the pair already halfway through a bottle of soda and a basket of onion rings. Yumeko, nails painted neon green, was scrolling through her phone with a bored expression. Reine leaned back lazily, twirling a cue stick like it was an extension of her left hand.

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

Miku frowned as she tossed her bag onto the booth seat before collapsing into the seat next to them.

“Don’t ask,” she groaned. “I got stuck having lunch with that annoying idol girl. I need some time to clear my head a bit.”

The mention of the idol girl caught their attention.

Yumeko raised her eyebrows. “Idol girl? Who the fuck?”

Reine’s head snapped up, her glossy pink lips curling in disbelief. “Wait, there’s a new bitch in your class?”

“Yep,” Miku muttered darkly, grabbing an onion ring and biting down as if it had personally offended her. “Her name is Chisa. Apparently, she’s a member of Love & Panties or some crap.”

"You mean Love & Partie?" Yumeko exclaimed, intrigued by Miku's misspelling.

"Uh, yeah- whatever their name is," Miku muttered, looking bored.

"No way! Isn't that the new idol group set to debut next month? The boys in my class can't stop talking about them," Reine said, her lazy smirk disappearing as she became more engaged.

“You mean her?” Yumeko added, showing a picture of Chisa from her idol debut website via her smartphone.

Miku stuffed another onion ring into her mouth and chewed vigorously.

“Yeah, that's the one. And now she’s in my fucking class, sitting next to Ryu. She’s always smiling like she thinks she’s the hottest bitch around.”

Reine let out a low whistle and shook her head. “Damn. So this girl’s really your typical perfect girl."

Miku's jaw tightened as she struggled to respond. The image of Chisa's untouchable smile flashed through her mind, and Miku crossed her arms, scowling at the table.

"Yeah, and the boys are all drooling over her. That fake personality she puts on for them is so annoying. Ugh... even Ryu is intrigued," Miku muttered, grinding her teeth in frustration.

Suddenly, a hand slid brazenly over Miku's chest. Her breath hitched, not from shyness, but from a surge of anger. The scent of cheap cologne and cigarettes clung to him like a second skin, and his low chuckle resonated against her back. He was a blonde with messy hair, as cocky as ever, wearing those flashy red-tinted sunglasses that made young girls weak in the knees.

“But Ryu is just one of the eight guys you’ve dated, right? Come on, Queen, you still have me~” he murmured, his fingers pressing where they had no right to. Miku’s jaw clenched, her whole body tensing like a coiled spring.

Kenta Todoroki.

One of Miku's... many boyfriends.

She quickly swatted his hands away, scowling.

"Oi!" Miku snapped. "Hands off the goods. You don't own these."

Yumeko and Reine snickered behind their manicured hands, finding the whole scene far too entertaining.

Kenta grinned wider, sliding into the seat beside Miku like he owned it.

“Aw, don’t be like that, your highness,” he drawled, voice dripping with smugness. “I know you love me.”

Miku shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass.

“Only for sex, dummy! I bet you’ve had a different taste each night, banging different hoes every single day! Heck, I even think you would sleep with a granny if she had big breasts and money!”

That earned a laugh from Yumeko and a dramatic gasp from Reine. Kenta, unfazed, just chuckled softly, leaning an elbow on the table as if he had all the time in the world. 

"Well, you got me. I love it when you mock me like that." Kenta added.

Miku, her lips curling into a sly smirk, pulled out her phone and tapped the screen. With a swift motion, she held it up in front of his face, the display showcasing Chisa’s perfect smile.

“Well, what about her? Would you hook up a Yamato Nadeshiko girl like her?”

Kenta squinted at the photo. Suddenly, a loud, unfiltered laugh burst from his mouth.

“Her?” he scoffed, tossing his head back. “I’d bang bitches like her in three seconds. She'll melt to me in no time.” Kenta leaned back in his chair, a smirk etched across his face.

“Besides… I like my girls with attitude, not some fragile doll like her. Though I wouldn’t mind being with someone like that," Kenta added.

Miku's lips curved into a satisfied smirk. Yumeko and Reine exchanged knowing glances, wicked grins spreading across their faces in unison.

Miku leaned in, her voice pitched soft and sugary, the kind of tone she knew Kenta couldn’t resist.

“But… will you do it, Kenta? I’ll give you uhmm… extra payment....for your trouble.” She tilted her head, eyes wide with an almost childlike plea. “Do it for me, anata~.”

Kenta let out a low grunt, playing the part of the reluctant boyfriend. “You mean… check out this bitch?”

“Of course,” Miku shot back without missing a beat. “What else would I ask?”

He sighed, weighed down by her request. But they both knew the truth: he could never deny her, especially when she looked at him with those puppy eyes and the extra payment she promised him.

"Fine," he muttered at last, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Across the desk, Yumeko and Reine exchanged glances, their hands flying to their mouths as they tried to stifle their giggles.

“Girl… you’re seriously sending one of your men for the idol slut? You're the sickest bitch ever!” Reine chirped, her tone dripping with amusement.

“This is some four-dimensional chess move from Miku!” Yumeko added, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Kenta smirked, a low chuckle escaping his lips. “I’ll go see what your perfect little idol is all about.” 

But before his laughter could fade, Miku’s voice sliced through the conversation. 

“Not just to check her out, Kenny. I want you to break her.”

The smile faded from his face, and he blinked, caught off guard by the heaviness of her words.

"You want me... to break her?"

Miku leaned back in her chair, resting her chin gracefully on her hand. Her nails tapped lightly against her cheek, and her smirk remained unwavering.

“What? Can’t handle a delicate little idol, Kenta?” she drawled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel sort of mischief. “Don’t forget that this precious billiard club exists thanks to my papa's money. You still want to work here, right?”

Yumeko’s giggle turned sharp. “Yeah, Kenny, just do it. We need to teach this bitch a lesson.”

Reine leaned forward, her grin predatory. “Don’t worry, Kenny boy. You’re not acting alone. We’ve got your back.”

The laughter that followed was no longer lighthearted; it carried a commanding tone, like a declaration of war from a dictator to her subordinate.

Kenta’s face shadowed, jaw tight 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.

“Okay,” he muttered, a cruel grin creeping onto his lips. “I’ll do it. I’m gonna make Ms. Perfect Angel cry.”

Yumeko and Reine exchanged a knowing glance, a spark of wicked delight passing between them.

“Oh, we definitely want to see that,” Reine said, leaning across the table, her smirk stretching from ear to ear.

“So… how exactly are we going to do this?”

Miku's smirk widened, her voice turning both sweet and venomous at once.

“Bait her to the love hotel in Akiba… and end her career? And then, as usual, girls. Spread the video to everyone at school.”

Kenta chuckled, the idea igniting a twisted spark in him. “Alright. Gonna show her you don’t mess with the queen of the school without paying a price.”

Yumeko's grin was sharp as glass as she leaned forward on her forearms, lowering her voice while sliding her phone across the table.

“I’ve got the perfect video equipment to capture the whole thing. Photos, videos… whatever we need.”

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 finished.

Miku's eyes sparkled with intensity. She whispered, almost to herself, “You're dancing on my palm, bitch. No more 'cute idol' act after this.”

The billiard club echoed with their dark laughter. Outside, the neon signs of Shibuya flickered to life, and the city buzzed with its usual chaos, completely unaware that a cruel scheme was about to unfold.