Future Diary Marriage Wars! ~The Reincarnated Yandere Bride and My Never-Ending Popular Phase School Rom-Com~
Amano Yukiteru just wanted an ordinary school life. But when a mysterious email starts predicting his day with terrifying accuracy—down to the stray cat and the sold-out melon bread—"ordinary" goes out the window. Then Gasai Yuno appears: beautiful, perfect, and utterly obsessed. She knows his blood type, his favorite foods, the mole above his eyebrow... and she's convinced they're destined to be married. As if that weren't enough, Yukiteru's childhood friend Mirai insists the future isn't set i
Future Diary Marriage Wars! ~The Reincarnated Yandere Bride and My Never-Ending Popular Phase School Rom-Com~ - I'm your future bride, after all ~An After-School Affair with Love Too Heavy~
"...Huh?"
The moment he opened his eyes, the smartphone by his pillow was buzzing. Morning sunlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, setting the dust in the room glittering. The April air still held a slight chill, and the arm he'd poked out from under the covers felt cold.
Still half-asleep, Amano Yukiteru picked up his phone. One new email notification on the screen. The sender was... an address he didn't recognize.
"Today's Yuno Check"
"...What?"
What the hell was this? Spam? Even as he thought it, his fingers were already opening the message. Inside, alongside today's date, a list of predictions was written out.
"8:15 — Meet a stray cat on the way to school."
"12:30 — The bread at the school store sells out."
"16:00 — Receive a fateful confession in the classroom."
"A fateful confession..."
It had to be someone's stupid prank. Obviously. Yukiteru closed the email and stretched big. Someone in his class must have sent it. Even as he told himself that, something stirred uneasily in the back of his chest.
Outside the window, he could hear a neighborhood dog barking.
"Hey, Yukiteru! You're going to be late!"
At his mother's voice from downstairs, Yukiteru called back, "Coming!"
As he changed into his uniform, his grandmother's words drifted into his mind.
"When you're kind to someone, it always comes back to you someday."
He'd heard that phrase often as a small child. Every time he thought of his grandmother, something deep in his chest grew just a little warm. But this morning, thanks to that weird email, even that warmth faded quickly.
His necktie was crooked. He tried to fix it in front of the mirror, couldn't figure out how, and left it as it was.
"I'm heading out."
Stepping out the front door, the April breeze brushed his cheek. Mornings in Kagamihara City were always gentle. The city sat in a basin, ringed by soft, rolling hills. If you followed the road in front of his house straight ahead, you'd hit the Kagami River. The rows of cherry trees along the riverbank were in full bloom right now.
It was about a fifteen-minute walk to Municipal Meri Middle School. Every morning, Yukiteru took this route. Past the Kagamisaka Shopping Street, alongside Central Park, through the school gates. The usual road. The usual scenery.
...Or so it should have been.
"Nya."
A small mew came from near his feet. He looked down—a stray cat sat on top of a wall. White with brown patches. No collar.
"...Wait, seriously?"
Yukiteru pulled out his phone and checked that email again.
"8:15 — Meet a stray cat on the way to school."
He checked the time. 8:15.
"Just a coincidence..."
He muttered it and picked up his pace. The cat watched him intently from atop the wall.
When he reached the classroom, more than half his classmates were already in their seats. Yukiteru sat down and set his phone on the desk. He still couldn't get that email out of his head.
"Morning, Yukiteru!"
At the cheerful voice, Yukiteru looked up.
"Morning, Mirai."
Hinata Mirai. A short chestnut-brown bob that suited her perfectly—Yukiteru's childhood friend. Her bright, slightly droopy brown eyes sparkled with mischief. She was a little under five feet, a bit shorter than Yukiteru. They'd played together since they were small, and even now she talked to him as casually as ever.
"You've got bedhead again."
Mirai laughed, pointing at his head.
"Eh, where?"
"The back. It's sticking up like crazy."
"I fixed it this morning..."
"You clearly didn't."
Mirai giggled. Her dimples showed when she laughed. Ever since they were kids, that smile had always put Yukiteru a little at ease.
"By the way, you forgot your lunch today, didn't you?"
"Huh? How do you know that?"
"Well, your bag doesn't look like it's got a lunchbox in it."
Yukiteru looked at his bag. ...Sure enough, no lunchbox. His mom had left it on the kitchen counter this morning, and he'd walked right out without it.
"Seriously..."
"You really are hopeless."
Mirai sighed like she was exasperated. But her face looked somehow amused.
"I'll just buy bread at the school store."
"The store's bread sells out fast today, apparently."
"Huh?"
Yukiteru's voice came out louder than he meant it to.
"How do you know that?"
"I passed by the store this morning and there was a huge line. They're releasing a new melon bread today."
"You're kidding..."
Yukiteru clutched his head. The words from that email—"12:30 — The bread at the school store sells out"—flickered through his mind.
(No, but it's still just a coincidence. Someone knew melon bread was coming out, so they sent the email...)
"Yukiteru, what's wrong? You look pale."
"It's nothing."
Yukiteru forced a smile and slumped onto his desk.
Lunch break.
Yukiteru stood frozen in front of the school store.
"...Sold out. Seriously?"
The bread shelves were spectacularly empty. Forget the new melon bread—the anpan, the cream buns, everything was gone. He checked the clock. 12:30.
Just like the email said.
"What do I do..."
Forgot his lunch. Bread sold out. Hungry. Hopeless.
"...Um."
A voice came from behind him.
He turned around, and standing there was a girl so beautiful it was hard to believe.
Long, straight hair that reached her waist. The pink-tinged brown shimmered softly in the light from the windows. A small ribbon tied at the side stood out against her pale skin. Her large pink eyes were fixed on Yukiteru.
"Here, Yukiteru-kun. Your lunch."
The girl held out a small bundle.
"...Huh?"
"You forgot your lunch, right? So I made one for you."
"No, wait—who are you?"
Yukiteru was confused. He didn't know this girl. He couldn't possibly know her. And yet she knew his name. She even knew he'd forgotten his lunch.
"Gasai Yuno. We're in the same class."
"Wait, same class...?"
At that, Yukiteru searched his memory. ...Actually, he did have some vague sense that a girl this pretty was in his class. No—if she were, he'd definitely have noticed. But maybe he just hadn't been paying attention...
"Here, please."
Yuno pushed the bundle into his hands.
"Ah, thank you..."
"You're welcome."
Yuno smiled brightly. When she smiled, her pink eyes curved into crescent moons.
"You like tamagoyaki, don't you, Yukiteru-kun? The sweet kind. So I made it sweet."
"How do you know that..."
"Your favorite food is tamagoyaki, right? And hamburger steak and karaage. You can't stand green peppers or celery. Blood type A, birthday November 28th. Height 165 centimeters. You've got a small mole above your right eyebrow."
Yuno rattled all that off in one breath, then smiled brightly again.
"I know everything about you."
A chill ran down Yukiteru's spine.
"W-why..."
"Because I've been watching you all this time, Yukiteru-kun."
"All this time...?"
"Yeah. All this time."
Yuno's voice was sweet and soft—and yet there was something off about it.
Around them, the boys in the class started murmuring.
"Wait, Gasai-san gave Amano a lunch?"
"Why would she do that for him..."
"Hold on, Gasai-san—that Gasai-san?"
"The prettiest girl in the grade, why would she bother with a plain guy like him..."
Yukiteru grew uncomfortable and backed away, still clutching the bundle.
"Um, thanks for this. But why me..."
"Because I like you."
"...Huh?"
"Because I like you, Yukiteru-kun."
Yuno said it clearly, without a trace of embarrassment.
"Make sure you eat your lunch, okay? See you later."
With that, Yuno walked away lightly.
Yukiteru stood rooted to the spot, feeling the warmth of the bundle in his hands.
(What was that just now...)
His heart was pounding.
(Scary. No—but also happy? No, but—still scary.)
After school.
Yukiteru was on cleaning duty. Sweeping the floor with a broom, he thought back to lunch.
(Gasai Yuno, huh...)
When he'd asked his classmates afterward, they'd told him Gasai Yuno was the prettiest girl in the grade—top grades, good at sports, a perfect superhuman. But apparently she rarely talked to anyone.
"...Well, she's not the type to talk to a guy like me anyway."
"What isn't?"
"Whoa!?"
Yukiteru jumped.
At some point, Yuno had appeared in the classroom doorway. Her silhouette against the setting sun was strangely striking.
"W-when did you get here..."
"I thought I'd help with cleaning duty."
Yuno walked right in and picked up the blackboard eraser.
"Um, you don't have to help. I'm almost done."
"But I want to be with you, Yukiteru-kun."
"...Huh."
Yuno wiped the blackboard and turned to look at him.
"Because I'm your future bride."
Silence fell over the classroom.
"...What?"
"I said, your future bride. You and I are going to get married someday, Yukiteru-kun."
"W-wait a second. What are you talking about?"
"Exactly what it sounds like."
Yuno smiled brightly. The setting sun dyed her pink hair gold.
"I know everything about you, Yukiteru-kun. What you like, what you hate, your daily routine—all of it."
"...All of it?"
"You wake up at seven, leave the house at seven-thirty. You take the route past the Kagamisaka Shopping Street. After school you're usually in the library, or you head straight home. You love games, especially RPGs. But you're bad with horror games."
Yukiteru was speechless.
"I know what you ate last night. Curry, right? Your mom's curry has big chunks of carrot, and you always save them for last. But you get scolded if she catches you, so you cut them small and hide them."
"H-how..."
"Because I've been watching you all this time."
Yuno's smile was perfect.
But behind that perfect smile, for just an instant, something flickered.
(...Lonely?)
Yukiteru hadn't missed it. Deep in Yuno's pink eyes, a shadow had passed—just for a moment.
"...Hey, Gasai-san."
"Just Yuno is fine."
"...Yuno-san."
"Drop the -san."
"...Yuno."
"Yeah."
Yuno smiled happily.
"Why do you feel that way about me..."
"Because I like you."
"But we only talked for the first time today, right?"
"That might be true for you, Yukiteru-kun. But I've known you for a long time."
"A long time?"
"Yeah. A long, long time."
Yuno's voice seemed to be looking somewhere far away.
"...You know, I've been alone since I was little."
Yuno set down the eraser and looked out the window.
"My dad and mom were always busy with work. Even when I went home, no one was there. I could never really make friends."
"..."
"But then one day, I noticed something. My notebook had the future written in it."
"The... future?"
"Yeah. Who I'd meet the next day, what would happen. Things like that, written in there on their own."
Yukiteru swallowed hard.
"And then one day, it was written in that notebook. 'You will meet Amano Yukiteru.' 'He is the one who will become your future bridegroom.'"
"...So that's why you..."
"Yeah. After that, I looked into everything about you, Yukiteru-kun. Watched you. I wanted to know. What kind of person my future bridegroom was."
Yuno turned to face him.
"And then, well... I just fell for you more and more."
"..."
"You're always kind, Yukiteru-kun. When you see someone in trouble, you can't just leave them alone. You feed stray cats, you help lost kids. I saw all of it."
"You watched..."
"But I didn't have the courage to talk to you directly. So I waited until today."
Yuno stepped softly closer to him.
"But I can't wait anymore. Because my future diary said this for today."
Yuno pulled a small notebook from her pocket.
"16:00 — Confess to Amano Yukiteru in the classroom."
"...Huh."
"So, I'm going to confess."
Yuno looked straight into Yukiteru's eyes.
"I'm your future bride. From now on, please take care of me."
Yukiteru couldn't say a word.
His mind went blank.
(A future diary? A confession? A bride?)
He couldn't keep up.
But Yuno's eyes were dead serious.
"...Um, Yuno."
"What?"
"That future diary thing..."
"This is it."
Yuno showed him the notebook. Inside, it was packed with fine handwriting, filled with schedules.
"See, here. It says '16:00 — Confess to Amano Yukiteru in the classroom,' right? And below tha
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