The collar was put away.
No use for it right now.
The only person he might ever use it on—
was Kikyo Kushida.
But… why bother?
He didn't need to asure her "loyalty."
They weren't master and servant.
Compared to that—
physical attachnt mattered far more than so abstract emotional tric.
"..."
Co to think of it—
Did that pink dinosaur actually record the video?
…
For so reason—
maybe post-nut clarity, maybe just cooling off—
after yesterday's burst of motivation, Toru Asakusa now felt…
unmotivated again.
"..."
No—
He knew exactly why.
He couldn't get any.
With these band girls—
all their chaos, drama, emotions—
at the root of it all—
was just suppressed desire.
All that "feelings," "connections," "conflicts"—
Strip it down—
wasn't it just hormones?
Sure, part of him wanted to roast these walking disasters.
But more than that—
this frustration was the real issue.
So when his mood cooled down after a normal school day—
he realized sothing painfully clear:
He couldn't touch any of them.
This closed campus made it impossible.
He couldn't go watch the drama unfold live.
He couldn't step in at the right mont.
He couldn't "save" or "conquer" any of these beautifully broken girls.
Not that he had to—
but knowing that no matter how much he wrote—
he still couldn't act—
killed his enthusiasm.
But—
Words spoken couldn't be taken back.
Things written had to be followed through.
He might bullshit in his diary—
but when it ca to his own decisions—
he had standards.
So—
He checked the ssage.
"…'Don't want it to end,' huh."
Yeah.
That tracks.
At her core—
Anon Chihaya was still just a high school girl.
What she wanted—
was simple.
Fine.
Then he'd think about it.
How to show her—
a way forward.
May 31
The last day of the month.
The most restless day for the class.
Looking back—
Final exams were over.
No more fear of expulsion.
No more scraping by with zero points.
Looking forward—
Tomorrow, new points arrive.
Fresh funds.
Relief after drought.
For Hiyori Shiina—
Today was special too.
It marked—
her second full month with the diary.
61 reading points yesterday.
With today's update—
she would reach 62.
At 31, the comnt function unlocked.
Even if it was just one ssage—
it was still a change.
So she had been waiting—
for what would happen at 62.
But—
The closer it got—
The worse her mood beca.
Ever since the day her ssage got a reply—
with her na written clearly—
she had been waiting.
Waiting for him—
to write about her.
At first—
she was nervous.
Because anyone featured in the diary—
never got off easy.
Reading was fun.
Being the target?
Probably not.
But alongside that nervousness—
ca excitent.
Being part of the story.
Being seen.
Being interpreted.
She imagined—
What would he call her?
How would he judge her?
What future would he see?
But—
He never wrote about her.
Every day she opened the diary—
she only felt…
disappointed.
And then—
These past few days—
he even left school to watch a LIVE?!
"…?"
How could he?!
What about Advanced Nurturing High School?
What about her?
It felt like—
he had completely forgotten.
For three straight days—
nothing but band girl nonsense.
And if it were clear—
she could at least enjoy it as a story.
But no.
It was like encrypted ssages.
Penguin?
Pink dinosaur?
What the hell were those?!
I don't understand anything!
"Ugh…"
Slumped over her desk—
head resting on her arm—
Hiyori Shiina flipped through the diary.
Not being written about—
that was fine.
A little regret at most.
What truly bothered her—
was sothing else.
These recent entries—
felt like private conversations.
Like he didn't care about other readers at all.
Just writing things—
only soone else could understand.
Maybach.
Sakiko Toyokawa.
Band.
Widow.
Fragnts.
Broken context.
An incomplete story.
"He's watching."
"He finished watching."
Watching what?
ssages?
Then why couldn't she see them?
"..."
Her breathing slowed.
Her eyes stayed on the diary—
but her focus drifted.
Then—
a thought surfaced.
Her ssage.
At the ti—
she already felt sothing strange.
Everyone else's ssages—
had engagent.
Reactions.
But hers?
Nothing.
And even now—
no one had approached her.
Not other holders.
Not even—
Arisu Sakayanagi.
Putting it together—
The answer beca obvious.
It wasn't that people weren't interested.
It was that—
no one else ever saw her ssage.
And the reply—
with her na—
Sa thing.
Which ant—
These past few days—
soone in that "band group"—
had been communicating with him the sa way.
Through ssages—
only they could see.
"..."
Her thoughts clicked into place.
Clean. Logical.
But…
So what?
She couldn't control what was shown.
She couldn't influence what he wrote.
Her only chance—
her one ssage—
had already been used.
On the question she wanted most answered.
Unless—
She found out—
who he really was.
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