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CHAPTER FIVE: UNNOTICED

KOCHO SHINOBUS POV

On the morning of Wednesday the 13th, I woke up at 6AM to an internal panic known to no other.

I rummaged through my bookbag, deciding to do some early-morning diary writing. There was so much to mentally unpack about yesterday — how I nearly fell off a fucking bench,

( which I totally blame the bench for, NOT mitsuri. )

the guilt I had about lying to Mitsuri about my biology test, and more importantly;

MY FUCKING DIARY?

I'm an organized and neat person, I'd like to say myself. My clothes are color-coordinated, I do all my homework the day it's assigned rather than waiting for the deadline — actually, on second thought, Kanae pretty much engraved that into my brain from an early age. but really, stay with me here.

So how would I lose a diary that was perfectly closed up in my locker at school? surely nobody could've stolen it. But there's no way I had brought it back home.

Once the sixth period bell had rang on Tuesday, i'd walked down the hall to my locker to grab my textbooks and diary, but hadn't even noticed that the small book had gone missing. I had walked home with Mitsuri and a couple of her friends completely unknowing, like an absolute idiot.

And it's not like I can ask Mitsuri if she's seen it, because she's too thoughtful and kind. She'd go out of her way to help me find it, but it's hard to stop her curiosity and intrigued nature once it's developed. There's no doubt in my mind that if she helped find it, she'd ask to read what was inside.

'Oh, yeah mitsuri can you help me find my diary with all my secrets and the fact i have a big fat crush on you written inside of it?'

I'd have to be either stupid or ready to die within an hour to ask that.

Kimetsu high isn't known for its top tier Grade-A students, obviously, but fights and thievery aren't very common. Then again, what typical highschool doesn't have its own accustomed petty thieves?

I took a few deep breaths, balling my fists up and digging my nails into my palms. If that diary got out, or some absolute bozo with grudges got hold of it, my social life is over more than it already is.

Letting out a deep sigh and unclenching my fists, I sat down onto my bed lightly, not wanting to mess up the perfectly-set duvet and pillows.

A notification dinged from my phone.

Talk about bad timing, holy shit.

I debated throwing my phone at the wall, but decided otherwise. Kanae wouldn't be happy if I threw my ancient stone age phone out of anger.

Speaking of Kanae, the notification was sourced from my dear elder sister.

Kanae

Will be leaving early today. Meeting. Take the bus, tell Kanao.

Sighing, I felt like flopping down onto my bed and skipping. There goes about ten minutes from my schedule because Kanae couldn't drive us today. Oh well. Back to worrying about the diary.