Shirazaki started writing a diary. It was like a secret sorcery of her heart.
June 12th: Training mission gone sideways today. We were ambushed by a rogue cursed spirit, strong and sadistic. Satoru handled it with his usual flair, blindfolded and cocky. There I was, dodging debris and trying not to faint, when his hand shot out and grabbed mine. A jolt went through me – not from the curse energy, but from his touch. Why does he have to be so casually incredible?
July 19th: Night off! Satoru somehow sweet-talked Principal Yaga into letting us have some "cultural enrichment." We ended up at a dang taiyaki stand. He, of course, devours them with that infuriating confidence. I savoured mine, stealing glances at his face bathed in the orange glow of the vendor's cart. Is it bad that I find him even more attractive when he's covered in whipped cream?
August 27th: Clubbing with Kugisaki and Maki. I thought it would take my mind off things. Drank a little too much sake, maybe. Ended up blurting out "Satoru is..." Thankfully, Maki was dragging me to the bathroom at that very moment. Crisis averted. Maybe. Though, a part of me wishes I could have finished that sentence...
September 5th: Satoru requested I accompany him on a "shopping spree" – whatever that means for him. We ended up in a high-end bookstore. He picked out the most ridiculous selection of novels – light romance to esoteric philosophy. But seeing him perched on a stool, brow furrowed in concentration, sent butterflies to my stomach.
September 10th: Ugh. Training again. We were sparring, and for a fleeting moment, our eyes met. I faltered, completely breaking my concentration. Satoru smirked that infuriating smirk. "Lost focus, Shiro? Daydreaming about something sweet?" Does he suspect something? Doubtful. He's probably oblivious, as always.
September 17th: Met with Utahime for drinks (Non-alcoholic for me, obviously) after a mission. Needed to vent about my frustrations – mostly my missions, amnesia and Satoru related frustrations. Utahime, bless her soul, listened patiently. "You know," she said, "sometimes the most powerful sorcerers are the ones who can't control their hearts." Words to ponder.
September 24th: Full moon observation duty. Satoru perched on the roof next to me, gazing at the celestial wonder. There's a comfortable silence between us, and for a moment, I allow myself to pretend... What if...? Then he speaks up, shattering the illusion. "This lemonade is terrible. Next time, I'm picking the brand." Back to reality.
October 3rd: Another day, another stupid fondness. I swear, Satoru is like a walking natural disaster. He wreaks havoc on my focus, my heart rate, and my entire sense of composure. Maybe I should ask Nanami for advice. He seems to be the only one immune to Satoru's brand of chaos. Nope, bad idea Shiro, don't let it slip.
October 10th: Today was different. A mission gone wrong, a close call. Satoru, for once, seemed serious. In the aftermath, our hands brushed as we checked each other for injuries. A spark. Did he feel it too? No way. Probably static from cursed energy or something.
October 17th: Maybe someday I'll find the courage to confess my feelings again. Maybe someday he'll see me as more than just a competent subordinate. But for now, I'll keep these feelings locked away in this diary, a secret sorcery of the heart.
Shirazaki's diary= Notepad on our phones
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