[ Please, Kise's not one of those people who withholds the deets. He leans in, lowers his voice, like he's about to impart some life or death secret. ]

Okay, so our year put on a play, right? Of course I was the prince. [ Of course, what else would Kise Ryouta be? ] And Murasakibaracchi had to dress up as Marie Antoinette. It was supposed to be all "let them eat cake" except then he ate the cake himself.