A Lesson in Madness

Yuuka had been teetering on the edge for weeks.

Barely keeping herself together.

Barely restraining the violent, suffocating rage that threatened to consume her every time she saw Noa.

Noa, sitting there so smugly, hand resting against her stomach with that knowing little smile.

Noa, taking everything from her.

But she held it in. For Sensei’s sake.

For his sake.

Until Koyuki happened.

Until she made the musical.

Until the entirety of Millennium Science School was mocking her suffering in song form.

“Gomen Yuuka: The Musical!”

Koyuki’s announcement spread like wildfire through Millennium. The Seminar Hall was packed. Seats were filled. Students, faculty, and even Arona herself had shown up to witness the spectacle.

And in the center of the audience, Yuuka sat.

Her fists clenched so tightly her gloves threatened to tear.

Her nails dug into her palms, leaving deep, crescent-shaped imprints.

And the stage lights flickered on.

Koyuki danced onto the stage, her signature cocky grin on full display, microphone in hand.

And then—

The opening number began.

“🎵 Sensei knocked up Noa, oh what a sight! 🎵 🎵 Yuuka got NTR’d, it just wasn’t right! 🎵 🎵 She tried to run, she tried to hide— 🎵 🎵 But Noa stole Sensei and filled up with pride! 🎵”

Laughter erupted from the audience.

Yuuka’s eye twitched.

Koyuki pranced across the stage, twirling a fake pregnancy belly around her waist, dressed in an exaggerated parody of Noa’s uniform.

She pointed dramatically toward the crowd.

“AND WHO DID WE LEAVE BEHIIIIIND?!”

Spotlights exploded onto a cardboard cutout of Yuuka, placed off to the side of the stage, looking devastated.

The audience cheered.

Yuuka saw red.

Her breath came in shallow gasps.

Her vision blurred.

Her hand went to her holster.

And then, the final verse hit.

“🎵 Gomen, Yuuka, that’s how it be! 🎵 🎵 Sensei’s with Noa, not you or me! 🎵”

A slow, dramatic fade to black.

The crowd erupted into applause.

And then—

GUNFIRE.

The stage exploded into chaos as a hail of bullets ripped through the props, shattering lights and splintering the wooden backdrop.

Screams filled the air.

And at the center of it all—

Yuuka stood on the stage, her gun smoking, her eyes wide, wild, and utterly unhinged.

Breathing heavily.

Shaking.

Koyuki was on the ground, frozen.

The fake pregnancy belly had been shot clean off.

Yuuka took a slow step forward.

The entire auditorium was dead silent.

And then—

She pointed the gun directly at Koyuki’s forehead.

Her voice was low. Cold.

“Sing it again.”

Koyuki’s soul left her body.