Shirayuki Reid Abducted: Seven Secret Days with My Prince
Shirayuki Reid, a second-year high school student, is the most popular boy in school. White hair, dazzling smile—girls can't leave him alone. But he's a weirdo who only talks about his dream of becoming a prince-themed VTuber. One day, he says to his plain classmate Mio, 'Your voice is amazing. Wanna stream together?'
Mio's heart nearly stops. She's secretly liked him for two years. But her sad personality won't let her agree. 'N-no, I'd get murdered by fans, so it's impossible!' she refuses. Y
Shirayuki Reid Abducted: Seven Secret Days with My Prince - A princess at rock bottom, but her voice won't be defeated.
Saturday morning.
Shiranui Mio lay curled up on the bed in her room.
The curtains were drawn shut, leaving the room dim. Her smartphone on the pillow beside her vibrated again and again. When she peered at the screen, notifications from unknown accounts were packed in a dense row.
"Shiranui Mio, quit school."
"Get lost, Reid-kun's stalker."
"Reid-kun gets laughed at because of you."
Last night's streaming battle. A full night had passed since that massive flame war. But the waves online showed no sign of stopping. If anything, they seemed to grow larger with each passing hour.
(I want to disappear.)
Mio squeezed her pale lavender eyes shut.
Just then, her mother's voice came from downstairs.
"Mio, the school called. They want you to come in today with a parent."
Mio's heart thumped with a sickening sound.
(With a parent...)
So that's what this meant.
She slowly sat up. Behind her bangs, her eyes were swollen from crying. She couldn't bring herself to look in the mirror.
"...I'll be right there."
Her voice was so small and thin it surprised even herself.
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Ten in the morning.
The faculty room at Kanade Hill High School was filled with a cold atmosphere, despite it being a day off.
Mio stood behind her mother, head bowed as if trying to erase her own existence. Her waist-length black hair hung down, hiding her face.
In front of her sat the head of the grade level and the student guidance counselor. Both looked at Mio with stern expressions.
"Shiranui-san. Regarding the streaming battle the other day, this has become a situation the school cannot overlook."
The head teacher's voice was heavy and hard.
"A current student was exposed online in that manner, disrupting the school's discipline. We've also received numerous concerned messages from parents."
Mio clenched her fingertips tightly.
(It's my fault.)
(Because I accepted that streaming battle.)
"Normally we would have considered suspension, but this time we'll issue a two-week disciplinary confinement. During that period, all outside activities are prohibited, as are all streaming activities, including Stella Cast."
Mio could only give a small nod.
That was when it happened.
Her mother, standing beside her, suddenly bowed deeply.
"I'm so sorry... truly, I apologize. My daughter has caused you so much trouble..."
Her mother's voice was trembling.
"She's really not a bad girl. She just has trouble talking to people... If only I had watched over her more properly..."
Mio's chest tightened painfully.
(Stop it.)
(Don't make Mom apologize.)
(It's all my fault.)
Her mother's back was hunched small. That sight carved deep, deep into Mio's heart.
The secret she had hidden—her voice fetish. The fact that she had kept recording Reid's voice. That it had devoured even her family's dignity in this way.
The back of her throat burned hot.
Mio desperately held back the tears that threatened to spill.
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After leaving the faculty room, her mother said she had errands and went home first, leaving Mio to walk alone through the school corridors.
Saturday school was quiet.
But not completely empty. Students from various clubs passed through the hallways here and there.
(I want to go home.)
Mio kept her head down and hurried toward the entrance.
That was when it happened.
"Ah, that girl..."
Two girls passing by glanced at Mio's face and whispered to each other.
"Seriously gross..."
That voice was deliberately loud enough to be heard.
Mio's feet stopped for a moment.
(Gross...)
Her heart shrank as if gripped by a cold hand.
As she walked further, a group of boys had gathered in front of a classroom. One of them noticed Mio and raised his voice theatrically.
"Hey, did you know? Apparently there's a stalker who secretly listens to Reid's voice."
"Ugh, seriously? Disgusting."
"And she records it every night and listens to it. Over two hundred files."
"So cringe."
Laughter.
Their voices stabbed into Mio's ears like metallic noise.
(That's not true.)
(It wasn't eavesdropping.)
(Shirayuki-kun's voice just saved my heart...)
But there was no way she could say that.
Even if she did, no one would believe her.
Mio bit her lip. Behind her bangs, her pale lavender eyes wavered. The sound faded from the world.
The murmur of the hallway, the distant laughter—all of it.
Only the sound of her heartbeat echoed unnaturally loud.
◆
Around the same time.
In front of the broadcasting room on the second floor of the school's annex building.
Shirayuki Reid leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. His silver-white hair shimmered faintly, translucent in the light streaming through the window.
"So, Tachibana-senpai. What's this about?"
Tachibana Yuu, the broadcasting club president, held out a sheet of paper with an apologetic expression.
"...Sorry about this, but here."
Reid took the paper and read it over.
"Streaming Suspension Notice."
"Huh?"
Reid's sky-blue eyes widened in surprise.
"There have been complaints that you've been practicing unauthorized streaming on campus. Multiple anonymous ones, too."
"Complaints? From who?"
"I can't say. But screenshots were attached as evidence. Photos of you propping your phone on a stand in the classroom practicing your stream, photos of you using the broadcasting room equipment without permission."
Reid furrowed his brow.
He had borrowed the broadcasting room equipment a few times. But he'd always gotten Tachibana's permission.
"Senpai, I always checked with you before using the equipment."
"Yeah. But technically it counts as unauthorized use. This time the complaints went directly to the discipline teacher, and the school has no choice but to act..."
Tachibana averted his eyes apologetically.
"Reid, did you do something to make someone hold a grudge?"
A face immediately surfaced in Reid's mind.
Silver long hair. Deep purple eyes.
Shirogane Luna.
(Luna... so it was you.)
Reid crumpled the notice in his fist.
"...Did my streaming cause trouble for the school somehow?"
His voice dropped low.
"Whether it caused trouble isn't the point. Rules are rules."
Rules.
Reid looked at the notice again, as if chewing on that word.
"Streaming suspension: indefinite. All streaming activities on campus are prohibited."
"Indefinite, huh."
Reid let out a deep breath.
But no anger rose up. Instead, a different emotion swirled deep in his chest.
(So the school is going to stop my dream?)
(And what's that supposed to change?)
Reid shoved the notice into his pocket.
"...Understood. I'll accept the punishment."
"Reid..."
"But I'm not quitting streaming. I'll just change locations."
Reid said it with finality.
The light still remained in his eyes.
◆
Evening.
Reid was on the school rooftop.
After receiving the streaming suspension, he'd felt an overwhelming urge to see Mio's face, so he'd searched the school for her.
The padlock on the rooftop door was undone.
(So she was here after all.)
Reid stepped out onto the rooftop.
The sunset dyed the sky a deep crimson.
Near the fence, a small figure was curled up.
Waist-length black hair. Slender shoulders.
It was Shiranui Mio.
She sat hugging her knees, crying silently. Her shoulders trembled in small shudders.
Reid approached without making a sound.
"Mio."
Mio's shoulders jumped.
When she looked up, her eyes were swollen red. Her bangs were plastered to her cheeks with tears.
"...S-Shirayuki-kun..."
Mio's voice was hoarse, barely audible.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Because of me, even you... I heard about the streaming suspension... Because of me, your dream..."
Mio kept apologizing as if broken.
"Because someone like me accepted that streaming battle... Because I recorded your voice... It's all, all my fault..."
Tears ran down Mio's cheeks and fell onto her knees.
Reid sat down beside her without a word.
"Hey, Mio."
"...Yes."
"Do you like my voice?"
Mio stopped crying for a moment and looked at him.
"...Yes. I love it."
"Then isn't that enough?"
Reid spoke quietly, gazing at the sunset.
"You loving my voice—that alone lets me stay a prince. Even if I can't stream anymore, even if the school says whatever it wants, as long as you'll listen, my voice won't die."
Mio's chest tightened.
"...But your dream..."
"Dreams can continue if you change locations. But your voice—only you can produce it."
Reid turned to face Mio.
His sky-blue eyes looked straight at her.
"Your voice is the best to me. That won't change over something like a streaming suspension."
Mio's tears overflowed again.
But they were slightly different from the tears before.
Deep in her chest, something warm stirred, just a little.
"...Shirayuki-kun."
"What?"
"I... I've recorded your voice so many times... It's creepy, isn't it... I'm sorry..."
"There's nothing to apologize for. If anything, I'm honored. Having a girl like you listen to my voice every night."
Reid grinned.
"That's what you call a prince's greatest joy."
Mio, still crying, smiled just a little.
The sunset stretched their shadows long across the rooftop.
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That night.
Mio sat in front of her computer in her room.
On the screen, the hidden folder "R" was open.
Two hundred thirty-seven files. Total capacity 4.8GB.
Two years' worth of Reid's voice.
Mio gripped the mouse.
(I'll delete them.)
(Because of me, Shirayuki-kun got suspended.)
(My hobby destroyed Shirayuki-kun's dream.)
(So I'll delete everything, and never again...)
Mio selected all the files.
The screen displayed: "237 items selected."
Her finger trembled.
(I have to end this.)
Mio moved the cursor to the delete button.
That was when it happened.
The thumbnail of the oldest file caught her eye.
"Entrance Ceremony.mp3"
Two years ago.
The day Mio first recorded Reid's voice.
—That day.
The entrance ceremony at Kanade Hill High School.
Cherry blossoms in full bloom.
A new uniform.
The buzzing gymnasium.
Mio was alone in the crowd.
She'd been alone all through middle school.
She had no one she could call a friend. In the classroom, in the library, she was always in the corner reading a book.
High school would surely be the same.
That's what she'd thought.
But.
"New student representative, Shirayuki Reid."
The moment that voice echoed through the gymnasium.
Mio's world changed.
"—Welcome, my subjects."
A boy standing on the stage, silver-white hair swaying.
His voice was clear, warm, and yet powerful.
As if a prince from a story had truly appeared.
Mio forgot to breathe.
Something burst deep in her chest.
(I want to hear this person's voice more.)
(I want to keep listening forever.)
That night, for the first time in her life, Mio activated the voice recorder on her phone.
And from the entrance ceremony video still on the school's website, she recorded only Reid's voice.
That was the first file.
"Entrance Ceremony.mp3"
—That feeling from that night.
Mio played the file.
"—Welcome, my subjects."
Reid's voice from two years ago.
A voice slightly younger than now.
But unmistakably Shirayuki Reid's voice.
Tears spilled from Mio's eyes.
(How many times has this voice saved me?)
(Because of this voice, I could go to school.)
(Because of this voice, I could keep living.)
Mio picked up her headphones.
The 24,000-yen high-end headphones hidden under her bed.
She put them on and played the first file again.
"—Welcome, my subjects."
Maximum volume.
Reid's voice resonated directly inside Mio's head.
"...This one thing."
Mio murmured through her tears.
"This one thing, I won't let anyone laugh at."
Her voice trembled.
"Shirayuki-kun's voice... I won't let anyone take it away."
Mio moved the cursor away from the delete button.
She closed the screen.
She shut down the computer.
In the darkened room, Mio didn't take off her headphones.
Reid's voice played on repeat.
That voice lit a small flame deep in Mio's heart.
◆
The next morning.
Sunday.
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