Diako Translations

"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...