The fifth night of the deserted island exam.
Not long after Tennoji Kaede and Ryuen Kakeru met.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Class D's Base Camp, a young man and woman were secretly meeting too.
"Why did you ask me to come out so late?"
Horikita Suzune was in a foul mood. The awful weather on the deserted island seemed to have made her illness worse, and all she wanted was to return to her tent and get some proper rest.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, leaning against a tree, turned around with an impassive expression.
"Horikita, it's about time you came clean. There's something wrong with your health, isn't there?"
Horikita swallowed. "...I don't know what you're talking about. I know my own body."
Ayanokoji slowly approached, and a chill crept through Horikita.
"Do you remember the question I asked you when everyone gathered on the cruise ship's deck?"
Horikita didn't answer.
"I asked what you'd been doing in your room. You said you'd been reading."
Ayanokoji stopped in front of her and stared at her coldly. Her body trembled slightly. The night wind was cold and biting.
"But during lineup, your breathing was erratic, and your hair was uncombed and messy. It looked very much like you'd just crawled out of bed and hurried over at the last minute."
"You'd been feeling so unwell that you stayed in your room and slept, hadn't you?"
Ayanokoji grabbed her by the shoulders. His grip was surprisingly strong.
"So what if I did!? The exam ends in just over a day, and I'm the leader. I've managed to hold on this long—do you expect me to give up now!?"
Horikita was stubborn, and Ayanokoji knew she wouldn't give up easily.
"Let go. Your hand hurts."
Ayanokoji loosened his grip. Horikita immediately swung at him,