Prologue (1/2)

[BOKUs.h.i.+NU SS] PROLOGUE

The girl opens a diary.

It is a peculiar diary.

They’re written by the same person, but it became an exchange diary.

The girl continues to flip through these memories, appearing to reminisce the past.

At the same time, she thought.

Back then, what was she thinking, and why did she have such thoughts.

And also, her thoughts–about ‘him’.

“Hey, Hikari Yumesaki! Why did I get interrogated went I went to school!? What did you do!?”

The girl could not help but chuckle once she say his diary entry.

She remembered that it was when she accidentally entered the changing room. She really was sorry for that.

“I’m going to show you that there’s a chance of a delinquent being suddenly kissed while walking!”

Again, she laughed.

That was the first encounter she had when playing as a hero, the encounter with Kasumi.

That encounter brought him wonderful memories, so she could not help but smile.

No matter how many times she recalled that scene, her face would warm.

“Yahoo! Spinach!”

And the girl could not help but laugh out loud.

Back then, he fought a delinquent to protect Kasumi, and became a hero.

The biggest delinquent in cla.s.s–actually a coward at heart, stood up for another girl.

And finally, he left this entry.

Upon thinking about this, the girl laughed heartily.

Following that was,

“You did it, hero.”

“I did it, hero.”

This could be said to be the girl’s favorite memory.

She still remembered it.

Whenever she saw this diary entry, she would feel that their hearts were linked.

After that, the girl continued to flip through the many memories with a smile on her face.

The memories of her bothersome moments to matchmake him and Kasumi.

The memories of her anxiously watching him with that boy who misunderstood her cause of death.

The memories of the commotion that was Yukiko’s love letter.

The memories of them arguing when she refused to visit her mother.

The memories of another pair who also experienced the switch in personalities–Hayato and Chiaki.

…

Each of them remain fresh in her mind.

What was she thinking back then, and what did she do.

What was he thinking back then, and what did he do.

These memories were all wonderful.

Precious interludes that she could never forget, no matter how she tried to forget.