Diako Translations

I am, as usual, packing items at the secondhand bookstore. "Today, I have to confront Yuuki-san. How could he possibly know the color of my underwear?" Well, Yuuki-san is at that age, so it can't be helped. But even so, delicate topics like this are unacceptable. Still, I wonder if I'll eventually do such lewd things too? I wouldn’t know since this is my first boyfriend, but Yuuki-san is a boy, after all. "No. Right now, I need to focus on packing. I’ll think about it when Yuuki-san arrives." I silently continue with my packing. To avoid damaging the books, I wrap them in plastic, line the box with sponge padding, and place the books so they're surrounded by the sponge. Once done, I seal the box with tape. "Before I knew it, it's already evening. Yuuki-san should arrive soon, so I’ll take a break at the counter." Just as I thought this and stood up, my phone rang. "Who could it be?" The screen showed that it was from Hinata-san. I...

"Alright, make sure to review up to here. President, please lead the closing greeting.”   “Stand. Bow.”   “Thank you very much.” The fourth period ended, and lunchtime began.   “Well, I guess I’ll grab some bread from the school store.”   Because of the chaos surrounding Yuki-san’s lingerie earlier, I didn’t bring my lunch. The school store is always a battlefield, so I’ll just grab whatever’s left and head to my usual spot.   “Alright, let’s go…”   As I stepped out of the classroom and headed to the staircase leading to the first floor, someone grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me backward.   “Gah!?”   “…Found you.”   “Shi… Shino-san? Could you not pull on my collar like that?”   “…You’re fine. You won’t die.”   That’s quite the extreme mindset. I won’t die, sure, but it’s dangerous! She doesn’t even look sorry.   “So, what do you need?”   “…This is ...

After finishing the move and unpacking over the weekend, I’m now living with Yuki-san. Today marks the start of another ordinary day.   “Good morning, Yuki-san.”   “Good morning, Yuuki-san.”   Looks like she made breakfast. This kind of atmosphere—it really feels like we’re a couple.   “If you’re going to cook breakfast, you could’ve woken me up to help, you know?”   I tend to worry about things like this, so I’d like to pitch in when I can.   “It’s fine. I want to make it for you, Yuuki-san. Besides, if I’m the one cooking, I can ensure your nutrition is balanced.”   I see. That probably means she’s planning to cook dinner, too. Well, as long as she enjoys doing it, I’ll let her. Her cooking is delicious, after all.   “Thanks. I’ll go change into my uniform.”   “Got it. Breakfast will be ready soon.”   “Okay.”   I head to my room to get ready for school. After washing my face i...

We arrived at the restaurant that Hinata-san recommended, with her driving us there.   "What's this place?"   "It's a tempura specialty shop that's known to be incredibly delicious."   "...Really tasty."   If these two, who've eaten here before, say it's good, then it must be. Huh? Wait, haven’t I seen this car somewhere before? And that license plate...   "What the—?!"   "Is something wrong?"   Yuki-san leans in with a concerned look, but I’m too preoccupied to explain. This could be a major problem.   "What’s the matter?"   "Well, this car likely belongs to my childhood friend’s family, which means..."   "...Which means?"   "If my childhood friend is in that shop and spots us together, it’s going to get messy."   "Hmm, I suppose that’s true. Then how about this: Shino and I will go in first, and you and Yuki can enter five minutes later, posing as her boyfriend."...

I’m currently in Shino-san’s room.   “...Is it clean?”   “It’s clean.”   “...Amazing?”   “Yeah, amazing.”   But...   “If you’re moving, at least pack your stuff! You haven’t done anything, have you?”   “...Cleanliness is the best.”   “It’s fine if things get messy while preparing for a move! What’s really problematic is not being ready at all.”   “...You’re mean.”   Wait, how am I being mean? I’m just pointing out something obvious!   “Come on, hurry up. The moving company will be here by evening.”   “...Understood. Then, let’s start with that area together.”   “Alright, alright...”   I moved closer to the closet with Shino-san and began sorting things out. She doesn’t seem to have much stuff, so we’ll probably finish before the movers arrive.   “...Look. Does it suit me?”   “What the!?”   What she held up was a pair of...

After the commotion of the morning's confession, time passed, and it was now evening. "Yuuki-san, are you feeling okay? How's your cold?" "It's much better now. Sorry for... causing you trouble in so many ways." "Don't worry about it. By the way, you don't have to use polite language with me, Yuuki-san." "Well, but..." I mean, she's older than me and my boss at work, so I naturally end up using polite language. "We're lovers now, so let's drop all that stiffness, shall we?" "Hmm... if Yuki-san insists that much, I guess it's fine." "Great! Then, shall we eat?" "Alright, let's eat." With Yuki-san's cheerful smile, we went downstairs from my room on the second floor to the living room, where Hinata-san and Shino-san were already present. "So, why are you two here?" "That's obvious. Since we've become lovers, we're here to eat together....

"So, that's what happened." "I can't believe it..." Hearing about my past, the three of them were visibly shaken. Well, I've bounced back from it, so it’s not something they need to worry about too much.   "Still, if you stick around me, you'll probably hear some unpleasant rumors, so I think it’s better not to get too involved with me. Yuki-san, you’re my boss at work. Hinata-san, you’re the school nurse. Shino-san, we’re just old acquaintances. That’s more than enough." "..." None of them said a word. Sure, revealing my past doesn't change our relationship, but I'd feel bad if they were treated poorly because of me. It might even cause trouble with their work.   "That’s all I wanted to say, so don’t dwell on it too much. I’ll be lying down on my bed now. When you leave, please lock the door behind you. The key is here; you can return it tomorrow." I returned to my bed, lay down, and closed my eyes. Slowly, I dr...

Since then, I hadn’t been bullied or hassled, but being alone remained unchanged. I graduated middle school as a loner and started attending my current high school. Rumors have a way of spreading, and even as a high schooler, I still got hassled. But I always fought back when necessary.   “Still, it’s only April, and I’ve already dealt with over 30 incidents of harassment. Seriously, how much do they hate me?”   I mused while eating some bread. As a high schooler, finding a part-time job was tough. I kept getting turned down, often because of those same rumors.   “Man, this is bad. I really need to find a job. I’d rather use Mom’s inheritance for tuition, so I could really use the extra money for living expenses.”    Being a loner sucks at times like this. Without people to ask, my only option is to rely on job ads. Well, guess I’ll take my time searching.   “Anyway, lunch is over. Time to head back to class.”   I returned to t...

It all began the day after entering middle school.   On the first day, textbooks were distributed in bulk. They were heavy, so most students stored them in their lockers. Yet, for some reason, mine were missing.   "Huh...? Why are mine the only ones missing?" Since they weren’t there, I had no choice but to report it to the teacher. I went to the staff room and told my homeroom teacher.   "Um... My textbooks are missing." "We handed them out yesterday. How did you lose them?" The male teacher questioned me harshly. I answered honestly.   "I put them in my locker, but they were gone when I came today." "That’s impossible. You must have been careless." "N-no! I really don’t know what happened!" "Well, then, you’ll just have to buy new ones. I’ll prepare a list of publishers after class. You can buy them today since we only have orientation today." "...Thank you." The culprit was never found. I ended up using ...

"Ugh…" "Yuuki-san!!" I slowly open my eyes. My vision is blurry, and I can’t make out much… but I can faintly tell it’s Yuki-san’s face. "Yuuki-san! Are you okay?" Come to think of it, what happened to me? I can’t quite remember… "I’m so glad… You suddenly lost consciousness, Yuuki-san." "I see…" That’s right, I think something happened, and I passed out. But wait, what’s going on now? This soft sensation on my head, and Yuki-san’s face directly above me… Could this be… "A lap pillow!?" "Yuuki-san? That’s not okay." I try to get up, but for some reason, Yuki-san holds me down, preventing me from moving. What kind of embarrassing situation is this? "You’re not fully recovered yet, so just lie down and rest for a while." "This is… so embarrassing." "Please bear with it. Besides, Yuuki-san, there’s someone here who wants to greet you." "Greet me?" Now that she mentions it, I feel ...

Why do I keep dreaming about the past like this...? There are some memories you can't forget, no matter how much you want to, but still, this is excessive. Oh well, since it’s done, I might as well move on. Time to wipe off this sweat and change my clothes.   --- Ding Dong "Huh? Who’s visiting at this hour? If it’s a salesman, I’m going to give them a piece of my mind."   When I opened the door, I saw two familiar faces.   "Yuki-san, Hinata-san... What’s going on?"   "We need to talk about something. May we come inside for a bit?"   "Sure, I don’t mind."   "Then, excuse us."   "Excuse us."   It’s fine that Yuki-san and Hinata-san came over, but honestly, I didn’t want to see Yuki-san right now... Not after what happened earlier today.   "So, what do you want to talk about?"   "I can’t tell you just yet. We’re waiting for one more person, so can you be patient for a little while?" ...

Was it after Kiriyama Yuuki became a middle schooler? Back then, I was assigned as a school nurse at a middle school in the neighboring town, different from Yuuki's. Yet, I often heard rumors about him. Words like “killer,” “murderer,” “a boy who broke someone’s mind”, “monster,” and “mentally disturbed” floated around. Even though I worked at a different school, such stories still reached me. I couldn’t help but be curious about Yuuki. However, the fact that we were in different schools was quite a significant obstacle. But then, in October, after the cultural festival during Yuuki’s second year of middle school, an opportunity finally presented itself. It came in the form of a meeting for school nurses across the city to discuss the state of student health and nutrition. That meeting was set to be held at Yuuki’s school. Of course, I wasn’t going to miss this chance. I obtained permission from Yuuki’s school nurse to observe the campus. And that day, I came to learn everything. “...