Shiori Novella, a member of hololive English's 'Advent,' wakes up one morning to find her body has turned male. She screams as she sees herself in the mirror. Rushing to the next room, she finds Bijou, now a girl with long flowing hair and a soft feminine figure. They point at each other and shriek in unison.
Nerissa arrives, now a boy, her cool demeanor intact but her voice deeper, and she sighs at her reflection. Fuwa appears as a girl, and even her relationship with Mococo and Abyssgard is
hololive Gender Panic! ~Shiori's Observation Diary~ - Deadline Revealed! The Confession Plan Is Full of Misunderstandings!?
Morning light filtered thinly through the gap in the curtains.
Shiori Novella sat at their desk. Their black-and-white two-tone short bob shimmered silver in the morning sun. Their large amber eyes were locked onto the old book in their hands.
The Enigma Codex.
An ancient tome with parchment-like binding, found behind the bookshelf in the living room. Ever since that day when everyone's genders were swapped, Shiori had been examining this book every morning.
"…There has to be something I'm missing."
Shiori picked up a magnifying glass. A favorite tool, edged with silver. Through the lens, they peered at the final page of the book.
*"This curse shall be broken by a confession of true love."*
Beneath that, something was written.
Letters too small to read with the naked eye.
"…There it is."
They brought the magnifying glass closer. Held their breath. Their heart pulsed slowly.
*"However, this curse shall become permanent at midnight on the seventh day from its activation."*
"…What?"
They read it again.
*"Shall become permanent at midnight on the seventh day."*
Permanent.
Meaning, they wouldn't be able to change back.
"…Seven days!?"
Shiori kicked their chair back as they stood. The magnifying glass slipped from their hand, clattering to the floor.
The gender swap had happened three mornings ago.
Today was day three.
"…That means we only have four days left!"
Shiori burst out of the room. Barefoot, they ran down the hallway. Down the stairs. Out of breath.
They threw open the living room door.
"Everyone! This is bad! Really bad!"
The living room was empty.
Shiori looked around the room, shoulders heaving.
L-shaped sofa. Large TV. Houseplants. On the shelf beside the TV stand sat the cursed doll.
"…Is everyone still asleep?"
Just then, footsteps sounded from the second floor.
"…You're loud as hell this early. What is it?"
Nerissa Ravenkluft came down the stairs. Their deep violet-black hair was tied back in a single tail, their left eye hidden behind their bangs. Since becoming a man, their voice had dropped even lower. Their sharp reddish-brown eyes looked at Shiori sleepily.
"Nerissa! Listen! I made a huge discovery!"
"…The record freak's at it again, first thing in the morning. What'd you find now?"
"A deadline! I figured out the curse's deadline!"
Nerissa's movements stopped.
"…Deadline?"
"Yes. In the annotations of that book, it says the curse becomes permanent at midnight on the seventh day. Which means we only have four days left before we can't change back!"
Nerissa's expression shifted.
"…Four days."
"That's right! Four days! Only four days!"
"…What's all the commotion?"
Bijou came down from the second floor. Their waist-length black hair swayed softly. Their large violet eyes looked at the two of them, still heavy with sleep.
"Bijou! I found out the curse has a seven-day limit! We have four days left!"
"…Four days."
The color drained from Bijou's face.
"…Wait, so if we don't confess within four days, we'll stay like this forever?"
"That's exactly it. And if we confess to the wrong person, it gets even worse."
"…That's the worst."
"I heard too!"
Fuwawa came bouncing down the stairs. Their fluffy silver-white hair sparkled in the morning light. Their large light-blue eyes shimmered.
"Four days left… what are we supposed to do?"
"…What indeed."
The four of them sat down on the living room sofa.
A heavy silence filled the room.
Shiori placed the Enigma Codex, still in their hands, onto the table.
"…Anyway, someone has to confess to someone."
"I know."
"But if we get it wrong, it's over."
"I know."
"…Who's going to confess to who?"
Bijou's voice trembled faintly.
"…That's the problem."
Nerissa glanced at Bijou.
Then quickly looked away.
"I don't even understand what romance is… how am I supposed to confess…"
Fuwawa hugged their knees on the sofa.
"…But if we don't, we can't change back."
"Shiori-chan, who are you going to confess to?"
"…Huh?"
"Shiori-chan, who do you like?"
"…W-well, um."
Shiori was at a loss for words.
"…I am, well, as an archiver, I should approach this situation objectively—"
"What does 'objectively' mean?"
"…That is, I observe everyone's feelings and compile data on who likes whom—"
"Shiori-chan, what about your own feelings?"
"…My own feelings."
Shiori placed a hand on their chest.
A firm chest, now that of a man's body.
Beneath it, their heart pulsed quietly.
"…I don't know."
"Shiori-chan doesn't know either."
"…No. Even though I'm an archiver, when it comes to myself, I'm completely lost."
"…The record freak can't even record their own feelings?"
Nerissa said, exasperated.
"Sh-shut up. Observing other people's feelings is hard enough, you know."
"…Shiori-chan."
Bijou looked at Shiori.
Their violet eyes held a serious light.
"…What?"
"…No. Never mind."
Bijou looked down.
Their long black hair fell, hiding their face.
"…Bijou?"
"…I'm going to go think about something for a bit."
Bijou stood up.
"Wait—Bijou—"
Bijou left the living room.
"…Is Bijou-oneechan okay?"
"…No idea."
Nerissa stood up too.
"…Where are you going?"
"…Just going to get some air in the garden."
Nerissa also left the living room.
Only Shiori and Fuwawa remained.
"…Shiori-chan."
"What?"
"…Everyone's acting kind of weird."
"…Yeah."
Shiori pulled out their observation diary.
An A5 notebook with a leather cover.
"…I need to record this. The atmosphere right now is incredibly important data."
"Shiori-chan, you're recording again?"
"Of course. This could be a book, you know. 'hololive Gender Panic'… has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
"…Shiori-chan really loves recording, huh."
"Yes. An archiver records everything. Even when it's about themselves."
Shiori's pen moved across the page.
*Day three, morning. From the Enigma Codex annotations, confirmed the curse has a seven-day limit. Four days remaining. The members' anxiety is palpable. Bijou seems to want to say something. Nerissa is concerned about Bijou. Fuwawa is confused, saying they don't understand romance.*
"…Shiori-chan."
"What?"
"I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"…What if we all confess at the same time? Then someone's bound to get it right, right?"
"…Huh?"
Shiori's pen stopped.
"I mean, if we confess one at a time and get it wrong, the curse gets stronger, right? But if we all confess at the same time, the correct confession is included too, so the curse should break, right?"
"…Fuwawa, that's—"
"Did I say something weird?"
"…No, that's… incredibly novel thinking."
Shiori added to the observation diary.
*Fuwawa proposes the radical idea of a simultaneous group confession.*
"…I have to record this. This could go in the book."
"Shiori-chan, are you even listening to me?"
"I am. But recording comes first."
"…Shiori-chan really is a record freak."
"…Nerissa's told me that before."
Shiori gave a wry smile.
Just then, a sound came from the garden.
"…Hm?"
Shiori looked out the window.
Nerissa and Bijou were in the garden.
The two of them stood facing each other.
"…What are they doing?"
"…Ah, it's Nerissa-oniichan and Bijou-oneechan."
Fuwawa pressed against the window too.
"…Shh, quiet."
The two of them held their breath and watched the garden.
In the garden, Nerissa seemed to be trying to say something.
They opened their mouth, then closed it.
Opened it again, then closed it.
"…Nerissa, what are you doing?"
"…Maybe they're trying to confess?"
"…What?"
Just then, Nerissa's hand reached into their pocket.
They tried to pull something out, but their hand slipped.
*Flutter.*
A single photograph fell to the ground.
"…Ah."
Bijou picked up the photo.
"…This is…"
Bijou's face went pale.
"…A photo of Fuwawa-chan."
Bijou stared at the photo, frozen.
"…N-no, that's—it's—"
Nerissa reached out in a panic.
But Bijou clutched the photo and stepped back.
"…Nerissa-san, do you… like Fuwawa-chan?"
Bijou's voice was trembling.
"…Hah?"
"…I see. …So that's how it was."
"…Wait, Bijou, you've got it wrong—"
"…I'm sorry. I didn't know anything."
Bijou crouched down on the spot.
"…Bijou!"
Nerissa tried to rush over.
But Bijou stood up and ran.
"…Bijou! Wait!"
Nerissa chased after them.
But Bijou went inside the house and ran up to the second floor.
*Slam.*
The sound of a door closing.
"…What just happened?"
Shiori stepped away from the window.
"…I don't know. But Bijou-oneechan was crying."
"…Crying?"
"…Yeah. The rims of their eyes were red."
"…I need to record this."
Shiori opened the observation diary.
*In the garden. Nerissa attempts to confess to Bijou but drops a photo of Fuwawa. Bijou misunderstands, believing Nerissa's feelings are directed at Fuwawa. Nerissa fails to notice the misunderstanding. Bijou flees in tears.*
"…Shiori-chan, is now really the time to write that?"
"…An archiver has to record everything."
"…Shiori-chan really never faces their own feelings, do they."
"…Huh?"
"…Never mind."
Fuwawa sank onto the sofa.
Shiori closed the observation diary.
"…I'm going back to my room for a bit."
"…Okay."
Shiori left the living room.
Climbed the stairs.
Opened the door to their room.
Collapsed onto the bed.
"…What is going on."
They stared at the ceiling.
"…Everyone's agonizing over love. …And I'm just… recording."
They opened the observation diary.
*The section for my own feelings remains blank.*
"…Why can't I write anything?"
Shiori set down the pen.
They looked out the window.
The sun was beginning to tilt westward.
Evening.
Bijou was in the living room.
Sitting alone on the sofa.
As Shiori came down the stairs, Bijou looked up.
Their violet eyes were red and swollen.
"…Bijou."
"…Shiori-chan."
Bijou stood up.
"…Um, there's something I want to ask you."
"…What is it?"
"…Shiori-chan, what do you think of me?"
"…Huh?"
"…What do you think of me?"
Bijou looked straight into Shiori's eyes.
"…W-well, um, Bijou, you're my best friend, and a precious companion—"
"…That's not what I mean."
"…Huh?"
"…Do you like me? Or am I just… a friend?"
"…That's—"
Shiori was at a loss for words.
"…Shiori-chan is always recording. You record me too. …But where are your feelings, Shiori-chan?"
"…My feelings."
Shiori pulled out the observation diary.
They flipped through the pages.
"…What are you looking for?"
"…An answer."
"…An answer?"
"…My feelings should be written somewhere in this diary."
Shiori kept flipping pages.
But nowhere—nowhere—were their own emotions written.
*Bijou, blushing, fled the scene.*
*Bijou pressed Shiori for an answer.*
*Nerissa kabedon'd Bijou.*
*Fuwawa cried, saying they didn't understand love.*
All of it—records of other people.
Not a single line about their own feelings.
"…Nothing."
"…What's nothing?"
"…My feelings aren't written anywhere."
"…Shiori-chan."
Bijou's voice trembled.
"…Shiori-chan, you're not facing your own feelings. …You're always just recording."
"…But I'm an archiver—"
"…So what if you're an archiver?"
"…Huh?"
"…Does being an archiver mean you're allowed to run away from your own feelings?"
"…I'm not running—"
"…You are."
Bijou took the observation diary from Shiori's hands.
"…Hey—Bijou!"
"…This diary has everyone else written in it. …But there's nothing about you, Shiori-chan."
"…That's—"
"…Shiori-chan, you're avoiding looking at your own feelings."
"…That's not—"
"…Then I'll ask. …Shiori-chan, do you like me?"
"…That's—"
Shiori opened their mouth.
But no words came out.
"…You can't answer."
Tears welled in Bijou's eyes.
"…I like you, Shiori-chan. …I've liked you for a long time."
"…Bijou."
"…But you never answer my feelings."
Bijou handed the observation diary back to Shiori.
"…I'm sorry. …I said something weird."
Bijou left the living room.
Shiori stood alone in the living room.
"…My feelings."
They opened the observation diary.
*The section for my own feelings remains blank.*
"…Why can't I write anything?"
Shiori sank onto the sofa.
"…Wha
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