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⌗ 01:
Dear Diary,
It seems odd to start something like this, but today, a woman handed me this notebook while I was waiting for Aran in the park. She probably thought I looked troubled—she mentioned something about writing things down if I was feeling low.
I wasn't. I was just sitting there, thinking.
Still, I accepted it. It felt polite to say thanks, and, well, maybe it’s nice to have a place to write things down. People do say it’s helpful. I guess I’ll see. What’s strange is that I never got her name, even though I thanked her.
Not that it matters much, but maybe I’ll think of her if I end up using this notebook.
Yours truly,
Shinsuke.
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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄.
Fanfiction✎ ⋆⑅˚₊ This Journal belongs to Kita Shinsuke. In which the Captain of Inarizaki's Volleyball Team received a blank notebook from a stranger, and eventually makes it his own journal.
