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That night, the Ultimate Lucky Student and the secret mastermind were sitting on his bed together, talking about ways to get Byakuya to talk. "I'm not sure if this will work though..." The (h/c) haired female mumbled, seemingly worried about a failure of their plan.

Of course, she wasn't worried at all. She was glad to maybe have Byakuya out of the way, and she was glad that Makoto wouldn't find out about her true identity. 'Framing someone innocent for a crime that you have done is always a perfect way out of a difficult or uncomfortable situation.'

(Y/n) didn't feel one bit bad for the Ultimate Affluent Progeny. She knew how hard the blonde Togami had to work to get to top, having to be better than all of his siblings. But who cares about another's oh so traumatic past if you can use them for your own benefit?

"Makoto, I didn't think about this when we started planning but..." Her voice was filled with worry and fear as her (e/c) eyes shifted around, finally meeting his green ones. "What's the matter, (y/n)? Is everything okay?" He asked, immediately worried about his dearest friend.

"What if Byakuya finds out about what we're doing and... And kills us...? I'm not too worried about myself, but I'm really worried about you... I don't want to loose you..." The sadness in her voice made his heart ache. Patting her back, he shook his head. "He won't find out!"

Unknown to them, a dark purple haired girl was listening to their conversation outside of the room, fumbling with her hands. 'I have to tell Master Byakuya!' She thought, narrowing her eyes at what the two friends were saying as she quickly hurried off to the library.

It wasn't late yet, so the Ultimate Affluent Progeny should still be there. After all, he showed no interest in making friends while he was in here, spending all of his time alone. Toko would've loved to spend his lonely time with him, but most of the time, he was just telling her to screw off.

Or to take a shower. Or to stop stalking him. But that wasn't the point right now. "Master Byakuya!" The Ultimate Writing Prodigy shouted, grabbing the frame of the door. "What is it now that you want from me? Another one of your pathetic little secrets?"

His blue eyes darted up, away from the book that he was currently reading. "I was walking through the hallways, and I heard how (l/n) and Naegi were talking about you being the mastermind! They're planning on killing you, probably! You're in danger!" Toko quickly spat out, fumbling with her hands again.

That actually spiked his interest. With a swift motion, he shut his book close, putting it on the small table besides him as he pushed up his glasses and crossed his arms. "You will have to do me a favor." Her eyes widened. 'He's really asking me for help?!'

"So that's the plan!" Makoto nodded, seemingly completely confident about his plan. "It's simple, but brilliant...!" (Y/n) gave him a sweet smile. "Kyoko would've been so proud of you!" 'Pff, why is he still blushing every time I mention this purple haired detective's name? He should be blushing at my name!'

"Y-You think so?" "Mhm!" Her eyes were closed, the smile remaining on her face as she giggled. "Yep! But she's dead now anyways, so finally forget her and stop blushing like a fool whenever I bring up her name! She would've never felt the same, you know?"
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