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~ - My Future Bride Came to My House! ~Overly Heavy Love Home Cooking and a Person of Interest Watchlist~
My phone buzzed on the pillow.
I didn't want to open my eyes yet. It was warm inside the futon, and the air outside was cold. April mornings were always like this. The basin city of Kagamihara had a peculiar chill that seeped up from the ground and crept into the room.
My phone buzzed again.
"...Mmph."
Amano Yukiteru stuck one hand out of the futon and groped around the pillow. His fingertips touched the cold screen. He pulled it close and cracked one eye open.
"Today's Yuno Check"
"Whoa—"
The words slipped out before he could stop them. Yesterday came flooding back all at once. What happened on the rooftop. His childhood friend Hinata Mirai standing on the other side of the railing. Him pulling her back. And then—Gasai Yuno's cold, cold eyes.
The email that had arrived last night said: "Hinata Mirai is a person of interest." He'd barely slept since. He'd tossed and turned under the covers, counting the stains on the ceiling.
Yukiteru rolled onto his back and held the phone above his face. The screen light stabbed at his eyes.
"7:45 — Waiting at Kagami Bridge on the way to school."
"...Hahh."
A sigh leaked out. Waiting. Who was waiting? No—he knew. He knew exactly who the sender was. And that was precisely why he didn't want to go.
Yuno's face from yesterday surfaced in his mind.
"Who is that girl?"
She hadn't been smiling then. Instead of a smile, she'd worn something else stretched across her face. She'd pulled a notebook from her pocket and written something down. Was that the so-called Future Diary?
Yukiteru set the phone on his chest and let out a long breath.
"...Do I really have to go?"
He muttered it to no one.
Morning light slipped through the gap in the curtains, laying a long, thin band of brightness across the floor. Tiny specks of dust drifted slowly through it. Yukiteru watched them for a while.
"Heeey, Yukiteru! Breakfast is getting cold!"
His mother's voice came from downstairs.
"Coming, coming!"
Yukiteru sat up in a rush. He flattened his sleep-mussed hair with his palm. Checked the mirror. The small mole above his right eyebrow seemed more noticeable than usual today.
(It's fine. I'm just going to school like normal.)
He told himself that and changed into his uniform.
In the kitchen, toast, fried eggs, and salad were laid out. His mother was already getting ready to leave.
"You're up early today?"
"Yeah, well, sort of."
Yukiteru glanced at the clock while chewing his toast. 7:20. Kagami Bridge was about ten minutes on foot from the house. Just right.
"Don't forget your lunch."
"I know, I know."
He'd forgotten it yesterday, though. The school store's bread had sold out, and Mirai had ended up sharing half of hers. Back then, he'd never imagined something like a Future Diary actually existed.
Yukiteru tossed the fried egg into his mouth and washed it down with milk.
"Thanks for the food."
"Mm-hm. Have a good day."
He stepped out the front door. The April wind carried the faintest scent of cherry blossoms. Walking straight down the road from his house brought him to the Kagami River. The rows of cherry trees along the bank had shed a few more petals than yesterday.
Kagami Bridge was an old stone bridge spanning the Kagami River. It sat at the entrance to Kagami Slope Shopping Street, right at the midpoint of the school route. The railing was inlaid with stones polished to a mirror finish, reflecting the light off the water. That was apparently how it had gotten its name.
At the foot of the bridge stood a girl with pink hair.
Long and straight, reaching her waist. A small ribbon tied at the side. A thin silver bracelet on her left wrist. And when she spotted him, her face bloomed into a smile like flowers opening.
"Good morning, Yukiteru-kun."
Gasai Yuno. Second-year at City Meri Middle School. The girl who, just yesterday, had suddenly declared herself his "future bride."
"G-good morning..."
His voice cracked a little.
Yuno trotted over and stopped dead in front of him. Seven centimeters of height difference between them. Close. Too close. He caught a scent like laundry detergent mixed with something sweet.
"You managed to wake up properly today. Good boy, good boy."
"Wait, how do you know whether I woke up on time—"
"You always get up at 7:15, right? Today you got up at 7:02, so you were a little early."
"H-how do you know that?!"
Yuno tilted her head. Her big pink eyes curved into crescent moons.
"Because I check on you every morning, of course."
"Check—"
"Here. Did you eat breakfast properly?"
What Yuno held out was a small bundle wrapped in a light blue cloth.
"What is this?"
"A bento. I made it. You forgot your lunch yesterday, didn't you? So I made one for you today."
"I mean, yesterday was just a coincidence—wait, how do you know about yesterday?!"
"I know everything about you, Yukiteru-kun."
Yuno smiled brightly. The smile was cute. But her eyes weren't smiling.
"...Um, Yuno-san."
"Just Yuno is fine."
"Yuno-san..."
"Yuno."
"...Yuno."
"Yes, what is it?"
Yuno leaned in eagerly.
"Look, I can't accept this bento. It's too much."
"Why not? I wanted to make it. You don't need to worry about it."
"But—"
"Besides, you're going to need a bento at lunch today. It was written in my Future Diary."
Yuno said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Future Diary..."
"My diary. It has the future written in it. I told you yesterday, didn't I? I'm your future bride, so I know your future better than anyone."
Yukiteru clutched his head.
"Look, Yuno. I barely know you, and being told you're my future bride..."
"It's fine. We'll just get to know each other more from now on. I want to know everything about you too. Your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite girl—"
Yuno's voice dropped, just for an instant.
"—Your favorite girl is only me, right?"
"What?!"
"Fufu, just kidding."
Yuno's face softened into that airy smile again. But it hadn't sounded like a joke.
In the end, Yukiteru accepted the bento.
He hadn't been able to refuse. Yuno's smile had simply overrun him. Too kind for his own good, too indecisive. He disgusted himself sometimes.
The two of them walked side by side along the school route. The shutters of Kagami Slope Shopping Street were still half down. The greengrocer was opening cardboard boxes out front. The fish shop smelled of ice. The usual morning scenery.
But the girl walking beside him—that alone was different from usual.
"You walk fast, Yukiteru-kun. You're usually a little slower."
"...You think?"
"Yeah. About ninety-five steps a minute. Today you're doing around a hundred and ten. Are you matching my pace?"
"No, not really..."
(Scary. How does she know my step count?)
Yukiteru felt a prickling itch along his back. Yuno's way of showing love was a hair's breadth from stalking. No—maybe not even a hair's breadth. Maybe it was already fully in stalking territory.
But the Yuno walking beside him would glance up at him now and then, smiling so happily. That smile was genuinely cute.
(Dammit, her face is stupidly cute...)
Yukiteru cursed inwardly.
"Hey, Yukiteru-kun."
"What?"
"Are you free after school today?"
"Uh, I don't have any particular plans..."
"Then it's settled."
"What's settled?!"
"I'm coming to your house."
"What?!"
Yukiteru stopped in his tracks. Yuno turned back two steps ahead and grinned.
"Is it okay if I organize your fridge?"
"Why the fridge?!"
"Because your fridge has a bunch of expired stuff in it, right? Your mom's busy and doesn't cook much. I'll clean it out and make dinner while I'm at it."
"How do you know what's in my fridge?!"
"It was in my Future Diary."
Yuno said it without a trace of guilt.
"The Future Diary says what's in my fridge?"
"Yep. 'In Yukiteru-kun's fridge there's milk bought last Thursday and eggs three days past their expiration date.'"
"That's not the future, that's the current situation!"
"Don't sweat the small stuff."
Yuno gently looped her arm through his.
"Come on, it's okay, right? Going to your house has been my dream for so long."
A soft warmth pressed against his upper arm.
"Y-Yuno, hold on—"
"Is it a no?"
Yuno looked up at him through her lashes. Her big pink eyes wavered, glistening.
"...It's not a no."
"Yay! Then I'll wait for you in the classroom after school."
Yuno released his arm and started walking with a skip in her step. The hem of her skirt fluttered.
Yukiteru watched her back and heaved a huge sigh.
(Swept along. Swept along again.)
His grandmother's words drifted through his head.
"When you're kind to someone, it always comes back to you someday."
But this wasn't him being kind. This was him being on the receiving end. And he hadn't even been able to refuse.
When he got to school, the classroom was already buzzing.
The moment Yukiteru walked in, every eye in the class turned. No—more precisely, they turned to Yuno walking behind him.
"Hey, Amano and Gasai came to school together."
"For real? So yesterday's confession was serious?"
"Gasai-san really is cute..."
The whispers reached his ears. Yukiteru felt like his face was on fire.
"See you later, Yukiteru-kun."
Before heading to her seat, Yuno waved at him. The eyes of the entire classroom skewered him.
Yukiteru fled to his desk and slumped face-down over it.
"Morning, Yukiteru."
He looked up. Hinata Mirai was standing there. Chestnut short bob. Bright brown eyes with a slight droop. His childhood friend's smile.
"G-good morning."
"You were with Gasai-san this morning, weren't you."
"...You saw?"
"Saw? I could see you from the classroom. You two were talking at the bridge, right?"
Mirai grinned and planted herself beside his desk.
"What, are you two dating already?"
"N-no! That was, well, it just kind of happened..."
"It just kind of happened that you walked to school together?"
"That's not what I mean!"
Mirai burst out laughing. Dimples appeared when she laughed.
"You've always been a pushover, haven't you? When a beauty like Gasai-san comes at you full force, of course you can't say no."
"...Well, yeah."
"Ahaha, honesty is a virtue."
Mirai patted him on the head.
That was when he felt it—a gaze like a needle in his back.
He turned. Yuno, sitting near the classroom entrance, was watching him.
Smiling.
But her eyes weren't smiling.
She was writing something in the notebook open on her desk.
"...Yukiteru, what's wrong? You look pale."
"N-nothing."
Yukiteru hurriedly turned back around.
(She's definitely writing Mirai's name in there...)
He remembered yesterday's email. "Hinata Mirai is a person of interest."
(Bad. This is really bad.)
Lunch break.
Yukiteru set the bento Yuno had given him on his desk. He untied the light blue cloth, and a pink bento box emerged.
"...What is this, a character bento?"
He opened the lid and lost his words.
On top of the white rice, a tiny bear face had been made with nori, rolled egg, and ketchup. And not just one—two bears, nestled close together.
"Whoa..."
"My, that looks delicious."
A voice came from behind him.
He turned to find a girl with loosely curled blonde hair in a half-updo. A big ribbon. Proud ice-blue eyes. And in her hands, an expensive-looking leather-bound schedule book.
Nonosaka Mao. The class's resident ojou-sama.
"M-Mao-san..."
"Good day, Amano-kun. That bento—could it be that Gasai-san made it?"
Mao covered her mouth with her hand and smiled.
"Uh, yeah. Something like that."
"Oh, is that so. The great Gasai-san, making a homemade bento. And a character bento at that. It's practically a loving-wife bento."
"L-loving-wife bento..."
"But you know, Amano-kun, the bentos my family's chef makes are far more refined. Caviar and truffle omelets, foie gras terrine, and then—"
"W-wait, that's not middle schooler food!"
"Is it not?"
Mao gave a little sniff.
"Well, fine. I shall walk my own path. Good day to you."
Mao spun on her heel and returned to her seat.
Yukiteru felt a w
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