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~ - Your Love Is Too Heavy ~The Photos in the Wall and the Vanished Smile~
April light slanted in through the classroom windows. Amano Yukiteru sat at his desk, tracing a small scratch on its surface with his finger. He couldn't get that lonely look out of his head—the one Mao had worn yesterday after school when he'd told her, "Stay away from Yuno for a while."
(What did I even say to her?)
But he'd had no choice. In Yuno's diary, Mao's name was written as an "elimination target." He still remembered the feeling of blood draining from his fingertips when he'd seen those words.
"Hey, you! Since when did you get so popular?!"
A sudden shout. Yukiteru looked up to find his childhood friend Hinata Mirai standing there, her chestnut bob bouncing. The running-shoe keychain hanging from her neck clinked with every move she made. The small piercing in her left ear caught the light from the window.
"M-Mirai... morning."
"Morning? That's all you've got?!"
Mirai planted both elbows on his desk and grinned. Her bright brown, slightly droopy eyes narrowed with amusement.
"I'm out sick for three days with a cold, and in that time you've got Gasai and Nonosaka fighting over you? The whole grade is talking about it!"
"F-fighting over me...?"
Yukiteru instinctively leaned back. Mirai's laugh was loud, and the surrounding classmates kept glancing their way.
"You're seriously too much! The quiet little Yukiteru, sandwiched between the prettiest girl in the grade and a rich young lady, flailing around—just picturing it is killing me!"
"It's not funny..."
Yukiteru sighed. Sorry, Mirai, but this situation is no laughing matter. The words "Get rid of anyone in the way" written in Yuno's diary. The four characters for "elimination target," scrawled over and over beside Mao's name.
(I can't tell Mirai. There's no way I could say this.)
"So? Which one's the real one?"
"Huh?"
"I'm asking whether you like Gasai or Nonosaka."
Mirai thrust her face close. The faint scent of soap drifted over.
"Th-that's not—it's not like that!"
"Hmm? Whatever. But hey—if you're in trouble, I'll help you out."
Mirai dropped the teasing grin and spoke with a serious expression.
"You've always been indecisive, easy to push around, and clueless about romance. Left alone, you'll definitely end up in way over your head."
"...That's a harsh way to put it."
"It's the truth."
Mirai clapped him on the shoulder.
"Anyway, if anything comes up, come talk to me. Your childhood friend here is pretty good at looking after people, you know."
Seeing Mirai's smile, Yukiteru felt his chest lighten, just a little.
(Mirai's always like this. When I'm in trouble, she sticks around—laughing the whole time.)
"Thanks, Mirai."
"No way—you actually thanked me straight up? Guess it'll snow tomorrow."
"Rude!"
They both laughed. Just for that moment, he felt like he could forget about Yuno, about the diary—at least a little.
But.
Yukiteru didn't notice the pink-haired girl standing in the classroom doorway.
Gasai Yuno was watching the two of them with a smile.
Her fingers traced gently along the silver bracelet on her left wrist.
After school.
The chime rang, and classmates filed out of the room. Yukiteru stayed in his seat, watching Yuno's back as she gathered her things.
(It has to be now. I have to say it now.)
Mirai's push had helped. But more than that, the words in Yuno's diary had made the decision for him.
"Get rid of anyone in the way. To protect Yukiteru-kun."
(If this keeps up, Mao-san is in danger. Even Mirai could become an elimination target at any moment.)
(I have to tell Yuno properly.)
Yukiteru stood on shaking legs.
"Yuno-san."
His voice cracked a little.
Yuno turned around. Her big pink eyes fixed on him.
"What is it, Yukiteru-kun?"
Her smile was the same as always. And that was exactly why it hurt so much.
"There's something I need to talk to you about."
"Okay. What is it?"
Yuno tilted her head. The little ribbon tied at her side swayed softly.
Yukiteru clenched his fists. Sweat seeped into his palms. His heart pounded loud enough to be annoying.
"...Yuno-san. I want to put some distance between us."
Yuno's smile stopped dead.
"...Distance?"
"Your feelings make me happy. They really do. But they're too heavy... I'm sorry."
The words were out. He'd said them.
For just an instant, Yuno's smile vanished.
She looked down, her long lashes casting shadows. Her lips trembled slightly.
(Ah...)
Yukiteru felt a tight, squeezing pain in his chest.
(I hurt her after all.)
But the next moment.
Yuno lifted her head.
And there was her usual beaming smile.
"Okay, I understand. I'm sorry, Yukiteru-kun. I'll do better."
"Yuno-san..."
"I'll make sure you never come to hate me. So please—don't abandon me, okay?"
Yuno said it and smiled.
That smile was far too ordinary.
Far too perfect.
And that was exactly why something stirred uneasily deep in Yukiteru's chest.
(Why? Yuno accepted it so easily.)
(Why do I have such a bad feeling about this?)
"Well then, see you tomorrow, Yukiteru-kun."
Yuno waved lightly and left the classroom.
Yukiteru could do nothing but watch her go.
That night.
Yukiteru lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
His phone screen still displayed today's "Yuno-chan Check."
"16:00 Amano Yukiteru tells Gasai Yuno he wants distance."
"Gasai Yuno accepts."
"Note: Gasai Yuno's mental state is unstable."
The last line was displayed in pale gray.
(Mental state unstable...)
Yukiteru gripped his phone.
(Is Yuno okay?)
(She was smiling, but maybe she was forcing it.)
(It's my fault.)
A dull ache throbbed deep in his chest.
He checked the clock—past nine at night.
(...I'll just go check on her.)
Yukiteru got up from the bed.
He wondered what he was even doing. He was the one who'd said he wanted distance.
But he couldn't get Yuno's smile out of his head.
So ordinary. So perfect.
(That wasn't real.)
Yukiteru threw on a jacket and left the house.
The night in Kagamihara City was quiet.
Streetlights lined the residential streets at even intervals, dimly lighting the asphalt. Far off, he could faintly hear the sound of a train on the Kagamihara Line.
Yukiteru had reached Yuno's house.
A perfectly ordinary two-story home. Yuno's room was on the second floor, south side.
(The light's on.)
White light leaked through a gap in the curtains.
Yukiteru hid in the shadow of the wall and looked up at the second-floor window.
(What am I doing?)
(I look like a stalker.)
I should go home. He thought it.
But his feet wouldn't move.
The wind blew, rustling the leaves of the hedge.
Then.
The curtain shifted, just slightly.
Through the gap, he could see inside the room.
Yukiteru's breath caught.
The wall.
The entire wall.
Was covered in photographs.
Dozens. Hundreds.
They were all photos of Yukiteru.
His back as he walked to school.
His profile laughing in the classroom.
Him eating his lunch.
Him running in PE class.
Him talking with Mirai on the way home.
Him sitting across from Mao at Café Millefeuille.
All of them. Every single one was a photo of Yukiteru.
From wall to wall, ceiling to floor.
Countless images of Yukiteru's face stared back at him.
"...Ah."
A soundless voice escaped him.
His legs shook.
His fingertips went cold.
In the center of the room was Yuno.
Kneeling on the floor, writing something in a small diary. Her hand never stopped.
In neat handwriting, over and over and over.
(That's... the diary.)
(Yuno's future diary—the original.)
Yukiteru swallowed hard.
Then.
Yuno's hand stopped dead.
Slowly, her face lifted.
Outside the window.
In the shadow of the wall.
Right where Yukiteru was standing.
Yuno's pink eyes looked straight at him.
Their eyes met.
Yukiteru's whole body went rigid.
I have to run.
His mind knew it.
But his feet wouldn't move.
Yuno stood up.
Slowly, she approached the window.
She opened the curtain.
She opened the window.
The night air flowed in between them.
Yuno's face was blank.
Her usual smile was nowhere to be found.
"...So you saw."
Her voice was low.
Not the sweet, soft voice he knew.
"Yuno-san, what is this..."
"You want to leave me, don't you, Yukiteru-kun?"
Yuno kept her hand on the window frame, gazing down at him.
"But you know..."
Her lips moved slowly.
"You belong to me. I won't let you go."
That voice was quiet and cold.
Like it was echoing up from the bottom of the night.
Yukiteru ran.
Desperately, blindly.
His heart pounded in his ears.
He couldn't breathe.
His legs nearly tangled beneath him.
Still, he ran.
Ran and ran and ran.
He stopped around the corner.
Hands on his knees, gasping for air.
"Hah... hah..."
Sweat poured down his forehead.
(What was that?)
(That face of Yuno's...)
(I've never seen her like that.)
Yukiteru pulled out his phone with trembling hands.
He lit the screen.
One new message.
From an address he didn't recognize.
"Today's Yuno-chan Check."
"22:15 Amano Yukiteru visits Gasai Yuno's home."
"22:17 Amano Yukiteru peers into Gasai Yuno's room."
"22:18 Gasai Yuno notices Amano Yukiteru."
"Note: Gasai Yuno's mental state is in the danger zone."
"Warning: A shadow from the other side is approaching."
"...A shadow from the other side?"
Then.
From the shadow of the utility pole behind him.
Something black, like a stain.
Began to seep out.
Yukiteru spun around.
From the base of the pole, something black was spreading slowly.
It looked like a shadow, like smoke, like liquid.
Its shape wouldn't hold.
But.
At its center—two things like eyes.
A cold gaze fixed on Yukiteru.
"...Ah."
No voice came out.
From his fingertips, from his toes, the warmth drained from his whole body at once.
He couldn't move.
He couldn't look away.
The black stain crept slowly toward him.
Then.
His phone buzzed.
An incoming call.
The name on the screen.
"Hinata Mirai."
Yukiteru pressed the call button with shaking fingers.
"Hello?!"
"Whoa, you scared me! What's wrong, why are you so panicked?"
Mirai's voice.
Her usual bright voice.
The instant he heard it, the black stain vanished.
Nothing was there in the shadow of the pole.
"...Mirai."
"What? Where are you right now?"
"Where..."
Yukiteru looked around.
An unfamiliar residential street.
Streetlights lined up at even intervals.
"...I don't know."
"Huh? What's that supposed to mean? Are you lost?"
"...Yeah. Maybe I am."
"What are you even doing at night?! You're seriously too much!"
Mirai's laughter felt good against his ear.
(I'm saved.)
(Mirai's voice saved me.)
"Want to walk to school together tomorrow? You've been acting weird lately."
"...Yeah. Please."
"Okay. Then let's meet at the usual Kagami Bridge. Seven forty-five!"
"Got it. Thanks."
"You're welcome. Good night."
"Good night."
The call ended.
Yukiteru clutched the phone to his chest.
His heart was still racing.
But he was a little calmer than before.
(Hearing Mirai's voice brought me back to my senses.)
(What was that shadow?)
(Why would Yuno do something like that?)
No answers came.
Yukiteru staggered off toward home.
The next morning.
Yukiteru was curled up under his covers.
He'd barely slept all night.
Every time he closed his eyes, the wall of photos, the blank-faced Yuno, and the black stain surfaced behind his eyelids.
(Maybe I'll skip school.)
He thought it.
But his phone buzzed.
"Want to walk to school together today?"
A message from Mirai.
(...I have to go.)
(I can't make Mirai worry.)
Yukiteru dragged himself up.
The mirror showed a terrible face.
Dark circles under his eyes. His hair a mess from sleep.
"...Guess I'm going."
Yukiteru changed into his uniform and left the house.
When he reached Kagami Bridge, Mirai was waiting.
"Morning, Yukiteru! Whoa—you look awful!"
"...Morning. Sorry for looking awful."
"Did something happen? Couldn't sleep?"
"...A little."
Mirai studied his face.
"Well, if you want to talk, just talk. I'll listen."
"...Thanks."
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