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 Want to Start as Ordinary Friends ~The Blank Diary and the Last Photo~
Morning light spilled across the desk, turning the phone on it a pale white.
Amano Yukiteru stayed curled under his blanket, pretending not to notice the buzzing by his pillow.
(Here it comes again.)
For a week now, the notification had arrived at exactly six every morning. No sender. "Today's Yuno Check." That email, packed with Yuno's schedule and instructions for interfering with Yukiteru.
(A week since then, huh.)
The night he'd heard her true feelings at Yuno's house. Ever since he'd seen those red letters—"Target for Elimination: Amano Yukiteru"—Yukiteru hadn't slept properly a single night.
But.
Yuno had changed.
From the next day on, the morning ambushes stopped. The forced homemade lunches stopped.
When they passed in the classroom, she only gave a small bow.
No more lunch boxes appearing on his desk at noon.
(I should be relieved.)
(So why does it feel so unsettled?)
Yukiteru rolled over.
That was when.
Bzzz. Bzzz.
His phone trembled by the pillow.
(...There it is.)
Yukiteru opened his eyes.
He stared at the ceiling and didn't move for a while.
(What's it say today?)
(Who's Yuno trying to erase today?)
(...No. That shouldn't be coming anymore.)
(Yuno's changed.)
Yukiteru slowly sat up.
He picked up the phone.
Turned on the screen.
New mail.
No sender.
Subject line.
—Today's Yukiteru Check.
"...What?"
Yukiteru blinked.
He looked at the screen again.
"Today's Yukiteru Check."
(Yukiteru... check?)
(Not Yuno Check.)
His fingers trembled.
He opened the email.
Lines of text filled the screen.
"8:15 Cross Mirror Bridge."
"12:30 Buy bread at the school store."
"16:05 Head to the rooftop."
"17:20 Walk Kagami Slope alone."
Yukiteru stopped breathing.
(This is all my schedule.)
(My schedule for today.)
(Why is it about me?)
(And head to the rooftop...)
(I don't have any plans to go to the rooftop today.)
Something stirred uneasily in his chest.
(Is Yuno's diary recording my actions?)
(Or is someone watching me?)
Yukiteru gripped the phone.
At the very bottom of the screen, in small gray letters, was written:
"Note: This record is an observation result. It does not bind the future."
"...What's that supposed to mean?"
No one answered.
Morning light slipped thin through the gap in the curtains.
The classroom was the same as any morning.
A few boys clustered by the blackboard, talking about last night's TV.
By the window, girls were laughing, showing each other their phones.
Yukiteru dropped into his seat and slumped onto his desk.
(Yukiteru Check...)
(Why now, all of a sudden?)
(What's happening with Yuno's diary?)
"Hey, hey, Yukiteru!"
A familiar, cheerful voice.
He looked up to find his childhood friend Hinata Mirai standing there, her chestnut-brown bob swaying. The running-shoe keychain hanging from her neck caught the morning light and sparkled.
"Morning, Mirai."
"Morning? That's all you've got? You're sleep-deprived again, aren't you? Your face is a wreck."
Mirai laughed and plopped down in the seat next to him.
"I-It's nothing..."
"You always look away when you lie. Every single time."
Mirai narrowed her bright, slightly droopy brown eyes and peered at his face.
"So? What happened? Something with Gasai again?"
"...This has nothing to do with Yuno."
"Hmmm."
Her expression turned a little more serious.
"Hey, Yukiteru. I think Gasai's been a bit off lately."
"Huh?"
"I mean, until a week ago she was glued to you, right? Walking to school together, eating lunch together, following you after class. Then she just... stopped. Something happened, didn't it?"
Yukiteru was at a loss for words.
(Mirai's sharp.)
(But I can't explain.)
(Not the future diary.)
"...Well, a lot's happened."
"A lot like what?"
"I mean, it's just..."
"Ugh, forget it. You've always been like this."
Mirai sighed in exasperation.
"Fine. I'll wait until you're ready to tell me yourself. I'm your childhood friend—I'm used to this."
"...Thanks."
"Whoa, you actually thanked me straight up! Is it gonna rain today?"
"Rude!"
They both laughed.
That was when.
At the classroom entrance, he saw a pink-haired girl standing.
Gasai Yuno.
Long, straight hair down to her waist. A small ribbon tied at the side. Big pink eyes.
Yuno was looking their way.
But it wasn't the strained smile from before.
She was just quietly watching Yukiteru.
(Yuno.)
Yuno gave a small bow and headed to her own seat.
Mirai whispered in Yukiteru's ear.
"...See? I told you she's acting weird. She was looking at you."
"...Yeah."
Yukiteru watched Yuno's back.
(Yuno really has changed.)
(That heavy smile is gone.)
(But somehow, that's what scares me.)
(What is Yuno thinking right now?)
The chime for morning homeroom rang through the classroom.
Lunch break.
Yukiteru bought bread at the school store and headed back to the classroom.
(Just like the Yukiteru Check said.)
(12:30 Buy bread at the school store.)
(...It's all coming true.)
He sat down and opened the bag.
Yakisoba bread. It was all that was left.
"Oh my, Amano. Store-bought bread again?"
A familiar, haughty voice.
He looked up to see Nonosaka Mao, her blonde ringlets swaying, gazing down at him with ice-blue eyes.
"Mao..."
"If you keep eating nothing but lumps of additives like that, you'll ruin your health. I could let you have a bite of the sandwiches my chef made."
Mao held an expensive-looking lunch box against her chest.
"N-No, I couldn't take that."
"How rude! I'm offering you something far better than plain bread. Accept it graciously!"
Mao's cheeks flushed as she set the lunch box on his desk.
"...Thanks."
Yukiteru opened it.
Inside, colorful sandwiches were arranged neatly.
(Wow. It really does look chef-made.)
"Thanks for the food."
He took a bite.
"...It's delicious."
"But of course. Our chef is a former hotel head chef."
Mao puffed out her chest.
That was when.
"Oh, Mao."
A soft voice.
They turned to find Yuno standing there, somehow.
"Yuno..."
Yuno smiled.
Not the smile from before, where her eyes weren't smiling.
Just a natural, gentle smile.
"Amano, you're having lunch with Mao?"
"Ah, no, this is, well..."
"Oh my, Gasai. Did you need something? Amano and I are enjoying our lunch at the moment."
Mao stepped in front of Yukiteru and glared at Yuno.
"I see. You look like you're having fun. That's nice."
Yuno said it while still smiling.
(Huh?)
(Yuno's not angry?)
(Before, she would've written Mao's name in her diary.)
Yukiteru was bewildered.
"Mao, those sandwiches look delicious. Would you teach me how to make them sometime?"
"...What?"
Mao stared at Yuno, taken aback.
"Because Amano's eating them like they're so good. I thought I'd like to try making them too."
With that, Yuno returned to her seat.
Mao stood there dumbfounded for a moment.
"...W-What was that just now? I don't know any recipes. I'd have to ask the chef."
Her face went bright red as she clutched the lunch box tighter.
Yukiteru watched Yuno's back.
(Yuno really has changed.)
(Talking to Mao like that...)
(The old Yuno would never have done that.)
Something in his chest warmed, just a little.
After school.
The chime rang, and classmates filed out for their clubs or headed home.
Yukiteru gathered his things and pulled out his phone.
"Today's Yukiteru Check."
"16:05 Head to the rooftop."
(The rooftop...)
(I don't have any plans to go to the rooftop today.)
(But this email is always right.)
(So does that mean I'll end up going up there?)
Yukiteru shook his head.
(No. I just won't go.)
(It said this email doesn't bind the future.)
(So if I don't go, the prediction breaks.)
That was when.
"Amano."
A voice.
He turned. Yuno was standing there.
"Yuno."
"Do you have a minute? There's something I want to talk about."
She spoke quietly.
"...Yeah, I'm free."
"Thank you. Then... want to go to the rooftop? I don't think anyone's up there."
(The rooftop.)
(It was in the Yukiteru Check.)
(16:05 Head to the rooftop.)
(So it does come true after all.)
Yukiteru gave a small nod.
"...Sure. Let's go."
When he opened the door to the rooftop, a spring breeze wrapped around them both.
The sky was slowly beginning to take on the colors of evening.
Down on the field, the soccer club was still practicing.
Yuno walked over to the fence and turned around.
Her pink hair swayed in the wind, the setting sun behind her.
"...Amano. I want you to see this."
Yuno pulled a notebook from her pocket.
(That's...)
(Yuno's future diary.)
Yukiteru felt his breathing grow shallow.
"Yuno, that's..."
"Yeah. My future diary. You've seen it before, haven't you, Amano?"
She said it quietly.
(She knew I snuck into her room.)
(No—that's not what matters right now.)
Yuno held the notebook out to him.
"Open it."
"...Is that okay?"
"Yeah. I want you to see."
Yukiteru took the notebook with trembling hands.
(Reading someone's diary is off-limits.)
(But Yuno says she wants me to see it.)
He opened it.
And caught his breath.
(...It's blank.)
There wasn't a single word on any page.
The last time he'd seen it, it had been crammed with her feelings for him, the names of other girls, the words "Target for Elimination."
But now.
It was just white paper.
"...What does this mean?"
He looked up.
Yuno was smiling quietly.
"...I stopped peeking into your future, Yukiteru."
"What?"
"Everything that used to be written there just vanished one day. At first I was scared. Not being able to see anything—it made me so anxious I didn't know what to do. But you know... somehow, it felt freeing."
Her voice was calm.
(Freeing.)
(For Yuno to say something like that...)
Yukiteru stared at the notebook.
"...Then what about this morning's email?"
"Email?"
"An email called 'Today's Yukiteru Check' arrived this morning, with my schedule in it. It used to be 'Today's Yuno Check,' but suddenly it started being about me."
Yuno tilted her head.
"...I never sent anything like that."
"What? But the ones before—weren't they sent automatically from your diary?"
"No. I've never sent you a single email, Amano. My diary's words always just appeared in this notebook."
Yukiteru was confused.
(Then who's sending those emails?)
(The anonymous "Today's Yuno Check.")
(And today's "Today's Yukiteru Check.")
"...Amano, were you getting my diary's contents by email?"
Yuno peered at his face, worried.
"...Yeah. Every morning at six. Emails with your schedule for the day, your plans to contact me, warnings about other girls..."
Yuno thought it over for a while.
"...I never knew about that. I'm sorry, Amano. That must have been frightening."
She looked down, apologetic.
"N-No, it's not your fault. You weren't the one sending them."
"But my diary was the reason you were scared, wasn't it? ...I did terrible things to you, Amano. I wrote so much about you in my diary. I wrote other girls' names too. I tried to make you mine and mine alone."
Her voice trembled slightly.
"...I was desperate to be loved. Ever since I was little, my father and mother were hardly ever home. I thought if I was a good girl, someday they'd really see me. But no one ever did."
Yuno kept talking quietly, gazing at the setting sun.
"Then I met you, and for the first time, there was someone who saw me. I was so happy, so happy, and I thought I could never let you go. That's why I wrote so much about you in my diary. I wrote about everyone around you, too. ...But I realized that wasn't the way."
She turned back to face him.
The setting sun lit her pink eyes, making them sparkle.
"Amano, I'm sorry for everything up till now. I was so desperate to be loved... but I realized that's not the way. From now on, I want to start over—as ordinary friends."
Yuno bowed deeply.
The wind blew.
The air on the rooftop deepened into the color of sunset.
Yukiteru watched the top of her bowed head.
(As ordinary friends.)
(Yuno said it
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