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~ - The Young Lady's Chaotic Great Operation! ~Mao, Now a Target for Elimination, and the Truth of the Diary She Peeked At~
Morning light slipped through the gap in the curtains. Amano Yukiteru stayed curled up under his blanket, groping blindly for his phone beside the pillow. His fingertips brushed the cold screen.
He turned it on. One new email. From the same unknown address as always.
"Today's Yuno Check"
"...Here we go again."
Three days since that disaster at the café. Three days since he'd glimpsed something cold behind Gasai Yuno's smile. Three days since Nonosaka Mao's unexpected photography talent had set his heart wavering.
Yukiteru rolled onto his back and held the phone above his face. He opened today's message.
"7:50 — Waiting at Kagami Bridge on the school route."
"12:30 — Amano Yukiteru buys bread at the school store."
"16:00 — Nonosaka Mao summons Amano Yukiteru to Café Millefeuille."
"Warning: Nonosaka Mao is a person of concern. Threat level: High."
"Today: Rival Elimination Plan will be executed."
The last line was in red, larger than usual.
"Rival Elimination Plan...?"
His voice cracked. Still clutching the phone, he stared at the ceiling.
(Yuno seriously sees Mao as a threat.)
(Eliminate — what is she planning to do?)
Something churned in his chest. The shoulder that had slipped out from under the blanket felt chilly, and he shivered without meaning to.
"Hey, Yukiteru! Breakfast is getting cold!"
His mother's voice from downstairs.
"Coming, coming!"
Yukiteru shot upright. He flattened his sleep-mussed hair with his palm. In the mirror, the small mole above his right eyebrow stood out more clearly than usual.
(Please let today pass without incident.)
He offered the wish silently and changed into his uniform.
At the kitchen table, gnawing on toast, Yukiteru checked his phone again.
"16:00 — Nonosaka Mao summons Amano Yukiteru to Café Millefeuille."
(Mao's calling me to the café?)
(Does that mean...)
A week ago, that morning, Mao had said it.
"I hereby declare that the only woman worthy of you is me."
He remembered her face then. Chest out, ice-blue eyes aimed straight at him.
(She was beautiful... no, wait!)
Yukiteru shook his head.
(The problem is Yuno. What happens when Yuno sees this email?)
He washed down the last bite of toast with milk.
"Thanks for the food."
"Yeah, yeah. Off you go. Try not to forget anything today."
"I know, I know."
He stepped out the front door. An April breeze carried a single cherry blossom petal to his feet.
When he reached Kagami Bridge on the school route, a pink-haired girl was waiting.
Long, straight hair down to her waist. A small ribbon tied at the side. A thin silver bracelet on her left wrist. The moment she spotted him, her face bloomed into a smile.
"Good morning, Yukiteru-kun."
"G-good morning..."
Yuno trotted over and stopped dead in front of him. A scent drifted up — laundry detergent mixed with something sweet.
"You woke up at 7:04 today. Good boy."
"H-how do you know that...?"
"Because I check on you every morning, Yukiteru-kun."
She tilted her head. Her big pink eyes narrowed into crescent moons.
(Checking again...)
Yukiteru managed a wry smile. Somewhere along the line, he'd gotten used to this.
"Hey, Yukiteru-kun. Are you free after school today?"
"Huh? After school?"
"Yeah. I was hoping we could walk home together."
Yuno gave his sleeve a little tug.
"...Is that a no?"
She looked up at him through her lashes. Her pink eyes wavered, anxious.
"I-it's not a no, but..."
(But today's email predicted Mao would call me out...)
The words from the message surfaced in his mind.
"16:00 — Nonosaka Mao summons Amano Yukiteru to Café Millefeuille."
"Um, Yuno. Today I kind of have something to do after school..."
"Something to do?"
Yuno's smile froze.
"...With who?"
"Huh, with who, well..."
Yukiteru's words caught in his throat. Yuno's pink eyes were fixed on him. She was smiling, but her eyes weren't.
"Yukiteru-kun, don't lie to me, okay?"
"I-I'm not lying..."
"Because I already know your entire after-school schedule, Yukiteru-kun."
Yuno smiled sweetly.
"You're meeting Nonosaka Mao at Café Millefeuille, aren't you?"
"H-how do you know that?!"
"Because it's written in my diary."
Yuno pulled a small notebook from her pocket. Leather-bound, expensive-looking.
"See, right here. '16:00 — Nonosaka Mao summons Amano Yukiteru to Café Millefeuille.'"
A chill ran down Yukiteru's spine.
(Yuno's future diary even records Mao's actions.)
(Which means...)
"Yukiteru-kun only needs me, right?"
Yuno clung tightly to his arm.
"Y-Yuno... hey, that hurts."
"No. I'm not letting go."
Her grip tightened.
"I'm coming with you after school today, okay?"
"Huh, coming with...?"
"Settled. Now, let's go to school."
Yuno released him all at once and started walking, beaming.
Yukiteru watched her back and let out a small sigh.
(Something is definitely happening today.)
After school.
Yukiteru fidgeted in the classroom, watching the clock.
3:45. Fifteen minutes until the time the email said Mao would summon him to Café Millefeuille.
"Amano-kun."
A voice from behind. He turned. Nonosaka Mao stood there.
Softly curled blonde hair, half pulled up with a large ribbon. Proud ice-blue eyes. She always carried an expensive-looking planner.
"Ah, Mao-san."
"Well, hello to you."
Mao raised a hand to her lips and smiled.
"Do you have time after school today?"
"Uh, um..."
Yukiteru glanced at the classroom door. No sign of Yuno yet.
"Um, Mao-san. Are you maybe going to Café Millefeuille...?"
"H-how did you know that?!"
Mao's face went bright red.
"No, I just, sort of..."
"W-well, never mind. In any case, please come to Café Millefeuille after school. I have something I wish to give you."
"Something to give me?"
"You'll understand when you come."
With that, Mao spun on her heel and left the classroom.
Watching her go, Yukiteru thought:
(What could she want to give me?)
(Don't tell me — homemade cookies...)
His phone buzzed.
"Today's Yuno Check"
"16:00 — Nonosaka Mao will give Amano Yukiteru homemade cookies at Café Millefeuille and confess her feelings."
"A c-confession?!"
His voice echoed through the classroom.
Café Millefeuille was a long-established shop on Kagamizaka Shopping Street. Fifty-two years in business, run single-handedly by the master, Odoji Genzo. Famous for its thick tamagoyaki sandwiches and cream soda. It was also a gathering spot for diary holders.
Yukiteru walked along the stone-paved street, glancing back over his shoulder again and again.
(Yuno's not following me... right?)
The words from the email wouldn't leave his head.
"Will give homemade cookies and confess her feelings."
(Mao's going to confess to me...)
(No, but rumor has it Mao's never had a boyfriend despite how she looks...)
(And there's no way Yuno would stay quiet about this.)
Yukiteru swallowed hard.
When he opened the door to Café Millefeuille, a bell jingled.
The interior had a retro Showa-era feel. Counter seats and four tables. Mao sat at the one in the back.
"Oh, so you came."
A small paper bag sat on the table in front of her.
"Um, Mao-san. Is that...?"
"Th-this is, well..."
Mao's face went red again.
"I made it for you."
"You made it... don't tell me, homemade cookies?"
"H-how did you know?!"
Mao clutched the paper bag to her chest.
"No, I just, somehow..."
"A-anyway! These are my feelings. Please accept them!"
Mao thrust the paper bag toward Yukiteru.
That was when it happened.
Jingle-jingle.
The doorbell rang.
"Well, well, Mao-san. What are you up to?"
Yuno stood in the doorway, smiling.
But behind that smile, something cold lurked.
"Y-you! What are you doing here?!"
"I made plans to walk home with Yukiteru-kun."
Yuno pressed herself snugly against Yukiteru's side.
"Y-Yuno... you're too close."
"Isn't it fine? I am Yukiteru-kun's future bride, after all."
"Future bride?! Stop peddling your vulgar love!"
"It's not peddling. It's the truth."
"What truth?! I am far more suited to Amano-kun!"
Mao stood and glared at Yuno.
"Oh, Mao-san. What's that paper bag in your hands?"
Still smiling, Yuno pointed at it.
"Th-this is, well..."
Mao's face turned crimson.
"Could it be homemade cookies? Were you going to give them to Yukiteru-kun?"
"H-how do you know?!"
"Because it's written in your planner, Mao-san."
Yuno smiled sweetly.
"What?"
Mao froze.
"Your future diary, 'Nonosaka Mao's Planner.' Today's schedule says, 'Give Amano Yukiteru homemade cookies at Café Millefeuille and confess.'"
"Y-you... you peeked at my diary?!"
"I didn't peek. It just wandered into my view."
Yuno tilted her head.
"You know the unwritten rule about non-interference with diary holders, don't you? Peeking at someone else's diary is taboo. Break it, and punishment comes from the other side."
"Th-that's..."
Mao was at a loss for words.
"But Mao-san's diary gets forwarded to mine, so it's not my fault."
Yuno clung tightly to Yukiteru's arm.
"Right, Yukiteru-kun? Mao-san says she's going to confess with homemade cookies. What are you going to do?"
"Huh, what am I going to do..."
"Excuse me, Gasai-san! Stop making Amano-kun uncomfortable!"
Mao wedged herself between Yuno and Yukiteru.
"I will deliver my cookies to him myself!"
She held the paper bag out to Yukiteru.
"Amano-kun. These are my... my... feelings."
"Mao-san..."
"Yukiteru-kun, you can't accept them."
Yuno whispered in his ear.
"Huh, but..."
"No. Yukiteru-kun belongs to me and only me."
"I can hear you! Amano-kun does not belong to you!"
"He does too. I'm his future bride."
"Future bride is nothing but your delusion!"
"It's not a delusion. It was written in my diary."
"You can't just make anything true by writing it in a diary!"
Their argument echoed through the café.
The other customers kept glancing their way.
"Um, both of you, please calm down..."
Yukiteru said helplessly.
That was when it happened.
As Mao stepped back, she caught her foot on the edge of the table.
"Kyaa!"
The paper bag slipped from her hands.
Thump.
The bag hit the floor, and cookies spilled out.
They broke. Crumpled, shattered.
"Ah... my cookies..."
Mao stood frozen, staring at the fragments scattered across the floor.
"Mao-san..."
Yukiteru crouched down and began picking up the pieces.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm picking up the cookies."
"Stop it! Just throw that garbage away!"
Mao's voice was trembling.
"I'm not throwing them away."
Yukiteru carefully returned the fragments to the paper bag.
"I'll take the cookies. Thank you."
"What..."
Mao's eyes went wide.
"You made them for me, didn't you? They broke, but your feelings came through just fine."
"I-I didn't make them for you or anything..."
Mao turned bright red and looked down.
But somehow, her profile looked a little lonely.
"Mao-san, was this your first time making sweets, by any chance?"
"H-how did you know?!"
"Because the cookie shapes were a little uneven."
"...I've never made sweets before in my life."
Mao said it in a small voice.
"I'm a proper lady, so people always made things for me... It never even occurred to me to make them myself."
"But you made them for me anyway, didn't you?"
"...Yes, well."
Mao glanced up at Yukiteru.
"I wanted to convey my feelings to you properly... but I didn't know how..."
"Mao-san..."
"I'm a sore loser. I didn't want to lose to Gasai-san. But I don't understand this sort of thing at all..."
Mao's voice grew smaller and smaller.
"Mao-san, may I eat one?"
"Huh?"
Yukiteru took a fragment from the bag and put it in his mouth.
"...Yeah. It's good."
"Truly?"
"Really. Some parts are a little burnt, but... it tastes like you, Mao-san."
"Tastes like me... what does that even mean?"
Mao let out a soft laugh.
That smile was the gentlest he'd ever seen from her.
"Yukiteru-kun..."
Yuno tugged at his sleeve.
"I'll make you cookies too."
"Huh?"
"Better cookies than Mao-san's. I'll make them for you every single day, Yukiteru-k
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