A Poor Boy's Diary

It started like any other ordinary day.
Iruma was busy with his own things, and Clara and Asmodeus decided to use the time to tidy up the club room.
Some strange objects, old papers, maybe a forgotten magical device-nothing seemed all that important.
Until they found the map.

A map that led them to a secret room, one no one was ever supposed to find.
And there, on a dusty, silent desk-waited a diary.

They weren't looking for secrets.
They didn't mean to step into something that didn't belong to them.
But the moment they opened the cover, they couldn't stop.

This wasn't an ordinary diary.
It was a diary of survival.
Of lies turned into protection.
Of a boy who didn't want to keep pretending-but didn't know how to be anyone else.

And as the pages unfolded, they began to understand:
Iruma had been hiding far more than just a smile.