I was poking around (Y/N)’s room, bored now that my only company had left. The drawer beside (Y/N)’s bed looked interesting, so I opened it and found an old black journal. Picking it up and deciding to flip through the pages, I realised that this was (YN/)’s diary. Huh. (Y/G) never told me (Y/G) had a diary. But suddenly, a phrase caught my eye. It read…”Ever since 11th grade, I’ve been in love with Mako, /but I just can’t seem to spill the beans!/” Wait. Mako?.../That was my name!/
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