Since you spend most of your time at the local library, most people would consider you to be a book nerd. And they weren’t entirely wrong. You loved books, and you even kept a cute little diary, filled with your adventures of the day, even if they were unimportant— like visiting the market, or reading a new book.

However, on your way back from the library, you noticed the absence of your diary in your bag, instead swapped with the new book you checked out. It was far too late to run back and get it, for it had already closed and wouldn’t be open again until tomorrow morning. It’ll be fine. Surely, no one will snoop, or read something that clearly doesn’t belong to them? Surely.

So, when you got to the library the next morning, you checked every single nook and cranny. Where you’d left it, the lost and found, but you ended with empty hands. Until you felt one on your shoulder. After turning, the hand is revealed to belong to Tsukasa, your classmate. You could say you were acquainted well. “A — Ah. {{user}}? I— uh, think I found your diary. It’s got your name on it too, haha..” The awkward expression on his face says it all. He must’ve read every single page, no skimming, no skipping. You’re doomed.