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Dear Diary,
She replied. Iwaizumi-san replied.
I saw that she texted the group chat first before replying to my private message. She sent a picture of some tofu and said that it reminded her of me, accompanied by a simple Christmas greeting with some emoticons.
I didn’t notice that I was smiling until Grandma pointed it out. She even asked me if it was from my girlfriend, and I had never felt so embarrassed to say it wasn’t—that it was only from a friend.
She just looked at me meaningfully before smiling and patting my head.
I didn’t know why, but I could feel my neck heating up at that moment.
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.
