Sharing. Requests. Readers.
Simple keywords. A straightforward plea.
From the tone alone, Asakusa Toru could easily tell who wrote it—
Shiina Hiyori.
Following that line of thought, the answer came to him almost instantly.
No wonder he hadn't noticed anything unusual about her before.
If she was the one holding a diary copy, it made perfect sense.
After all—
She was basically the academy's designated NPC.
To be honest, until today, Toru had assumed there were only three copies in the school: Sakayanagi Arisu, Kushida Kikyo, and Horikita Suzune.
He had even wondered why the distribution was so unbalanced—
Two in Class D, one in Class A, and none in the others.
Now that Hiyori had one too—
That made four.
Class B probably didn't have one.
After spending over two months there, if someone could hide it from him, that would be seriously impressive.
Even more so than Kushida.
If someone could hide that well—
They might as well stay hidden forever.
So far, all identifiable holders were beautiful girls.
Toru decided, on his own authority, that diary distribution was limited to cute girls only.
"If that helps your imagination, then sure, let's go with that."
With that mindset—
The world suddenly felt a lot more pleasant.
And now that Hiyori's identity was clear, things that once puzzled him made sense.
For example—
That message last month asking who he liked most.
Looking back, it was obviously written by Hiyori.
She was the only one who'd care about something like that.
And his reply back then…
"Oh right."
He had written her name directly.
"Shiina Hiyori."
No hesitation.
Would she think he had already exposed her identity?
Well—
At this point, he actually had.
"…."
If that was the case—
Then it also explained how Ryuuen learned about Sakayanagi's father.
If someone in Class C had a diary—
That information leaking wasn't strange at all.
Still…
That NPC girl really hid it well.
Spending so much time together in the library, and he hadn't noticed a thing.
"…."
Evening was approaching.
Although he had just finished writing today's entry—
Considering his promise in the reply…
He decided to stay up a little longer.
Yes.
A double entry.
Though technically, it wasn't a full entry.
The real reason was simple—
The reply had a stupid 50-character limit.
He couldn't fit everything.
And since midnight was close anyway—
He might as well write another entry and grab extra rewards.
"Tick, tick, tick—"
The clock hands moved steadily.
When hour, minute, and second aligned—
He wrote.
...
"Your message has received a reply. Please check it."
After writing her request, Shiina Hiyori had been quietly waiting.
Last time, the reply came during class the next day—
But people always want instant results.
Especially after acting on impulse—
Then overthinking it later.
Was it too rash?
Was it embarrassing?
At times like that—
A good outcome brings relief.
Like spending recklessly in a game—
Then pulling exactly what you wanted.
So when the notification came—
Hiyori immediately flipped to the message page.
And saw—
A very short reply.
[Okay]
"Yes!"
She clenched her fist in victory.
He agreed!
The reply was simple—
But that single word sent ripples through her heart.
Her lips curved upward unconsciously.
She felt… happy.
Very happy.
"What will he write tomorrow…?"
Humming softly, she brushed her fingers across the page.
Yes, her request had been shameless.
Yes, it was practically asking for spoilers.
But—
The result was good.
That was enough.
"Flip—"
As her fingers moved across the page, she noticed something.
There were more pages beneath.
New ones.
She turned the page—
And saw another message.
And its reply.
[Wait a moment. Coming right up]
Shiina Hiyori: "…Huh?"
...
"Your message has received a reply. Please check it."
Kushida Kikyo had just written her message and was about to sleep.
It was Sunday, after all.
On weekdays, it didn't matter.
But Sunday—
The end of a week.
The start of another.
She had deliberately chosen to keep some distance tonight.
Even though she was already dependent—
Her rational side told her to step back occasionally.
Only by separating—
Could reunion feel meaningful.
Only with distance—
Could she see things clearly.
Only then—
Could she confirm whether her feelings were genuine…
Or just habit.
"…That fast?"
She hadn't expected a reply so soon.
And this one…
"Coming right up?"
As she spoke—
Midnight arrived.
Pages flipped rapidly.
"Flap—flap—flap—"
[I have arrived, as promised.
Do you like a diary with double attacks?
Good evening—or perhaps, good morning.
If you're asleep, don't worry. I checked—this won't wake you. It'll gently notify you in the morning instead.
So just imagine me whispering in your ear—
"Good morning, sleepyhead. Time to wake up~"
Gentle. Thoughtful. Magnetic.
As promised, I've made my grand entrance.
More life. More emotion. More knowledge—
Limited-time offer, free of charge!
In plain terms: bonus entry.
Ah, the good old days. Do you still remember me?
Back when we didn't know each other—
You played at your place, I played at mine.
I miss those days.
But now? Classes and special exams nonstop.
Oh right—someone asked why Recorder Guy and Angel ended up in Class B?
Honestly, I'm not the school, so I don't know for sure.
But I can analyze it a bit.
Recorder Guy could've been placed anywhere except A.
D with "Beauty Guy"? Makes sense.
C with "NPC Girl"? Reasonable.
B with Angel? Acceptable.
At the end of the day, isn't class assignment entirely up to the school?
They claim to have standards—but interpretation is everything.
So don't complain.
They threw Beauty Guy into D without hesitation—
They won't care about your opinion either.
As for Angel—
I don't like conspiracy theories, but…
A perfect person not being in A?
The chairman's influence is the only explanation I can think of.
Unless it's because she once got taken to the police station?
But that's hardly a flaw.
So once again—
The school decides everything.
They can raise Little Princess to A, drop Angel to B, send Beauty Guy to D—
Heck, they could put Yamauchi in A and still justify it.
Don't overthink it.
Instead, grab a recorder and join the arms race.
Catch every weakness in someone's words!
By the way—
I've reflected a bit.
I've decided to return to my roots.
From now on, I'll occasionally share—
'Information currently available for disclosure.'
It might be someone's dark past.
Their family background.
Their personality.
Exam details.
Facilities.
All decided entirely by me.
...
'Information currently available for disclosure'
Ichinose Honami—
Nickname: Angel.
A generous heart. A gentle presence. Loved by all. Almost too perfect.
Yet surprisingly normal for someone not placed in Class D.
Thanks to her, Class B became a warm, harmonious place within a month.
Frankly, that's not great for competition.
Without certain individuals, they'd probably fall quickly.
But there is no "if."
Single-parent household. Has a younger sister—Ichinose Sayo—
Ahem, not that one.
A hardworking, obedient sister.
Though kids like that tend to bottle things up…
And explode eventually.
Measurements…
Classified.
But definitely top-tier.
Aside from a certain idol—no one beats her.
Who's the idol?
Guess.]
"…Guess what? It's obviously Sakura Airi."
Kushida clicked her tongue.
That gravure idol's proportions were on another level.
Ichinose being second was already impressive.
"What do these girls even eat…"
She muttered, glancing at herself.
The difference…
It had to be talent.
But—
"…He didn't answer anything!"
Her expression darkened.
She had written the message.
He had promised a reply.
She had expected this entry to answer her question.
And yet—
"He completely missed the point!"
She snapped.
She wanted to know about Asakusa Toru.
But he focused on Ichinose instead.
Yes, she had written both names—
But the emphasis was on the first.
Because she wanted others to focus on Ichinose—
It backfired.
Her own intention was buried.
…As expected.
I really hate Ichinose Honami.
She thought.
...
"Pfft—"
Shiina Hiyori couldn't help but laugh.
"As promised" made her happy—
And the familiar tone lifted her mood even more.
She read on cheerfully.
"You played at your place, I played at mine…"
For a moment, she paused.
Did she have a childhood friend like that?
Then she realized—
It meant they hadn't known each other at all.
"…Hehe~"
She smiled.
This was why she loved the diary.
It swept away the dullness of daily life.
Light. Playful. Free.
Stories woven between reality and imagination.
She loved it.
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