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~ - True love transcends records.
The morning light shone upon the observation diary lying open on the desk.
Shiori Novella was staring at the final page. Their short bob of black and white two-tone hair shimmered silver in the morning sun. Their large amber eyes slowly traced over the words written the night before.
*"I like Bijou."*
*"When Bijou laughs, I feel happy too."*
*"When Bijou cries, I feel pain too."*
*"This is love."*
Their fingertips traced over those words.
The scent of ink. The roughness of the paper.
A single tear fell onto the page.
It bled.
"…So I really wrote it."
Their voice trembled.
Deep in their chest, something tightened.
Terrifying.
But strangely, their heart was calm.
The seventh day since the genders had swapped.
Today was the deadline.
If what the old book said was true, once midnight passed tonight, they would live the rest of their life in this body.
"…It's fine. My feelings are real."
Shiori hugged the observation diary to their chest.
Their heart pounded loudly.
Their legs trembled.
But the weight of the diary alone was what held them up.
When they went down to the living room, the other three had already gathered.
Bijou Koseki and Fuwawa sat on the L-shaped sofa.
Bijou's black hair, reaching down to their waist, swayed softly. Their large violet eyes gazed at Shiori. On their wrist was the garnet bracelet from their grandmother.
Fuwawa's fluffy silver-white hair swayed in a side tail. Their light blue eyes darted around restlessly.
Nerissa Ravenkluft stood leaning against the wall. Their deep purple-black hair was tied back in a single tail, their left eye hidden by their bangs, and their sharp reddish-brown eyes stared steadily at Shiori.
"…You came."
Nerissa's low voice echoed through the living room.
"Yes. Sorry to keep you waiting."
Shiori stood in the center of the living room.
They met each of the three's eyes in turn.
Bijou's hands were clenched tightly. Their fingertips had gone white.
Nerissa kept their arms crossed, not breaking their gaze.
Fuwawa's legs swung back and forth on the sofa.
Silence filled the room.
Only the sound of the clock's second hand seemed unnaturally loud.
"…Shiori-chan."
Bijou spoke softly.
"Yeah."
Shiori opened the observation diary.
The final page.
*"I like Bijou."*
Those words sparkled in the morning light.
"…Everyone, will you listen?"
Shiori took a deep breath.
They filled their lungs with air.
And exhaled.
"I'm going to confess to Bijou."
Bijou's shoulders twitched.
"Bijou. Every time I saw your smile, I was smiling too."
Shiori lowered their gaze to the diary.
"The night you cried, I was in pain too. My chest hurt so much I couldn't sleep."
Their voice trembled.
But their eyes never left Bijou's.
"I am an archiver. Observing people's feelings and writing them down is my job. …But this feeling for you—I couldn't just file it away as a record."
Bijou's violet eyes were filling with tears.
"My true love is you, Bijou Koseki."
Shiori said it clearly.
"…Shiori-chan."
Bijou covered their mouth with both hands.
At that moment.
The votive doll displayed on the shelf beside the TV stand began to emit a faint light.
"Huh…?"
Fuwawa's eyes went wide.
"What is this?"
Nerissa pushed off the wall.
The light slowly spread throughout the room.
Warm.
A gentle light, like spring sunshine.
Shiori looked at their own hands.
The hands that had been male were returning to their original pale, slender fingers.
Their voice, their body—everything was returning to how it had been.
"…It's coming back."
Shiori touched their own cheek.
Soft.
A woman's skin.
"Yay! It's back! Everyone's back to normal!"
Fuwawa bounced on the sofa.
"…Yeah. We're back."
Nerissa's voice had returned to their original female voice.
"Nerissa, your voice is back!"
Shiori looked at Nerissa.
Nerissa's body had also returned to their original female form.
"Amazing! It really broke!"
Fuwawa flapped both hands in joy.
"…Bijou."
Shiori turned their eyes to Bijou.
Bijou stood there, staring intently at Shiori.
Tears streamed down their cheeks.
"Shiori-chan… I—I also, about Shiori-chan—"
They got that far.
Then Bijou's body swayed and tilted.
"Bijou!?"
Shiori rushed over.
But they wouldn't make it.
Bijou collapsed on the spot.
"Bijou!!"
Shiori lifted Bijou up.
Bijou's eyes were closed. They weren't moving.
"Bijou, Bijou! Hey, open your eyes!"
Shiori gripped Bijou's hand.
Cold.
"Hey, get a hold of yourself!"
Nerissa pressed their fingers to Bijou's wrist, trying to check their pulse.
"Why… why!? The curse was broken!"
Fuwawa's voice was on the verge of tears.
"A side effect of the magic…? That's impossible!"
Shiori held Bijou tightly.
Their heart ached.
Terrifying.
"Please, Bijou. Open your eyes. I finally told you how I feel. I haven't heard your answer yet."
Shiori's tears fell onto Bijou's cheek.
"…I like you, Bijou. I love you. When you laugh, I'm happy too. When you cry, I'm in pain too. …Please. Open your eyes."
The words written in the observation diary, spoken aloud, once more.
"My true love is you, and only you."
At that moment.
Bijou's finger twitched.
"…Bijou?"
Bijou's eyelids slowly opened.
Violet eyes reflected Shiori.
"…Shiori-chan."
Bijou smiled through their tears.
"Sorry. I heard Shiori-chan's voice, and I was so happy… my legs just gave out."
"…Huh?"
Shiori blinked in confusion.
"I didn't faint. I was just so happy, all the strength left my body."
Bijou giggled.
"…Ehhhhh!?"
Shiori shouted.
"You—! You made us worry like that!"
Nerissa glared at Bijou.
"Sorry, Nerissa. But I really was so happy."
Bijou smiled sheepishly.
"Geez! You scared me so much!"
Fuwawa laughed while wiping away tears.
"…Bijou. Are you really okay?"
Shiori was still holding Bijou's hand.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Shiori-chan's hand is warm."
Bijou squeezed Shiori's hand back.
Shiori turned bright red.
"…Honestly, this is no time for recording."
Shiori dropped the observation diary.
The leather-bound diary fell to the floor.
"Shiori-chan chose me over recording."
Bijou said happily.
"…Shut up. Right now, that's not what matters."
Shiori hung their head, hiding their face.
"…Hey, Shiori."
Nerissa stepped back and clenched their fist.
"If you ever make Bijou cry, I won't forgive you."
Nerissa's voice trembled.
"…Nerissa."
Shiori looked at Nerissa.
"You chose Bijou. I—no, I'm fine with that. As long as Bijou is happy, that's enough."
Nerissa glanced at Bijou for just a moment, then quickly looked away.
"Nerissa… thank you."
Bijou smiled at Nerissa.
"…You don't need to thank me. I just sorted out my own feelings."
Nerissa said that, then turned their gaze out the window.
"Me too! I think I finally understand what love means today!"
Fuwawa hopped.
"Liking someone means being happy, right! The face Shiori-chan makes when looking at Bijou is so gentle—it made me happy too!"
Fuwawa's light blue eyes sparkled.
"Fuwawa, you'll understand someday too. Your own love."
Shiori patted Fuwawa's head.
"Yeah! And things with Mokoko are back to normal too—today is the best day ever!"
Fuwawa beamed.
After that, the four sat back down on the living room sofa.
Everyone's bodies had returned to their original forms.
Shiori stared at their own hands over and over.
"…We really are back."
Shiori listened to their own voice.
A woman's voice.
"Yeah. Shiori-chan's voice—this is the voice I love most, after all."
Bijou snuggled up to Shiori.
"…Stop it. It's embarrassing."
Shiori turned red again.
"Shiori-chan's face has been red all day."
Fuwawa laughed.
"Even an archiving maniac turns into a mere maiden when in love."
Nerissa's lips relaxed just slightly.
"What's that supposed to mean! I've always been a maiden!"
Shiori pouted.
"Sure, sure."
Nerissa laughed.
Laughter echoed through the living room.
The seven days of chaos felt like a dream.
"…Hey, everyone."
Shiori stood up.
"Wait here a moment. There's something I want to give you."
Shiori returned to their room and brought back the books stacked on their desk.
Four books.
Handmade bindings.
On the covers were Shiori's hand-drawn illustrations of the members before and after the gender swap.
*"hololive Gender Panic! ~Shiori's Observation Diary~"*
"This is the book I wrote based on my observation diary! I'm giving one to each of you!"
Shiori handed one to each of the three.
"Wow! It's a real book!"
Fuwawa's eyes sparkled.
"Shiori-chan… can I read all of it?"
Bijou hugged the book carefully.
"Of course! As an archiver, this is my finest work!"
Shiori puffed out their chest.
"…You never change, do you."
Nerissa gave a wry smile.
"But it's not just as an archiver. This is the story I lived."
Shiori said quietly.
The three looked at Shiori.
"These seven days, I observed everyone and recorded everything. …But in the end, I realized. I myself was a character in this story."
Shiori's amber eyes glinted.
"Not as an archiver, but as a single person—I lived through this story. …And that makes me so happy."
Bijou took Shiori's hand.
"Shiori-chan. I'm happy too, that I got to live this story."
Bijou smiled.
"…Thank you, Bijou."
Shiori squeezed Bijou's hand back.
"Hey, let's take a commemorative photo at the end!"
Fuwawa pulled out their smartphone.
"Good idea. Proof of these seven days."
Nerissa nodded.
The four lined up in front of the shelf beside the TV stand.
The votive doll quietly watched over them.
"Okay, taking it now! Three, two—!"
Fuwawa held up the smartphone.
"Smile, smile!"
"…I'm not used to this kind of thing."
"Shiori-chan, come closer."
"An archiving maniac getting shy—what's the point."
"I'm not shy!"
*Click.*
Fuwawa pressed the shutter.
"Got it! Everyone's smiling!"
Fuwawa showed the screen to the four of them.
There, the four of them were smiling.
"…It's a nice photo."
Shiori smiled.
"Yeah. I'll treasure it."
Bijou said happily.
"…I'll save it too."
Nerissa had the photo transferred to their smartphone.
"Me too! I'm going to show Mokoko!"
Fuwawa bounced up and down.
Outside the window, the morning sun had fully risen.
Soft light streamed into the living room.
Shiori gazed at the votive doll.
A small cloth doll.
Dolls modeled after the five members, holding hands.
On the base was embroidery.
*"May everyone become their true selves."*
"…Thank you."
Shiori spoke softly to the doll.
"Your wish—it reached us."
The doll no longer glowed.
But to Shiori, the doll seemed to be smiling.
"Shiori-chan, what are you doing?"
Bijou stood beside Shiori.
"…I was thanking this doll."
Shiori looked at Bijou.
"These seven days this doll gave us—I'll never forget them."
"Yeah. Me neither. Because of these seven days, I got to become this close to Shiori-chan."
Bijou gently wrapped their arm around Shiori's.
"…Bijou, everyone's watching."
Shiori whispered.
"It's fine. I've decided not to hide it anymore."
Bijou looked straight at Shiori.
"Shiori-chan. I like you. I've loved you for a long, long time."
Warmth spread deep in Shiori's chest.
"…Me too. Bijou. I like you too."
The two gazed at each other and smiled.
"Oh boy, rubbing it in, aren't you."
Nerissa let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Nerissa, are you jealous?"
Fuwawa teased Nerissa.
"I'm not jealous. …I'm just a little frustrated, that's all."
Nerissa muttered.
"Nerissa. I know how you feel. …Thank you. For stepping aside for me."
Bijou walked over to Nerissa.
"…I just wanted to see you smile. You looked truly happy when you were with Shiori."
Nerissa looked at Bijou.
"Nerissa… I love you too. As a friend, as a comrade."
Bijou took Nerissa's hand.
"…Yeah. That's enough."
Nerissa smiled just a little.
"Everyone's so close! I love everyone too!"
Fuwawa hugged both of them.
"Hey, Fuwawa! You're squeezing too hard!"
Shiori laughed, trying to pry Fuwawa off.
"No way, no
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