Hello everyone, I hope March was lovely for you all. I had my birthday and a lot of school work, things got tight and busy. But I'm here to deliever another chapter! We're nearing the end, it's saddening!

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Chapter Three: The Letter and Diary

"Use magic to unlock... I suppose so. Yes, you're not as dense as you let on now are you (y/n)?"

"D-dense?! What... you know what. Forget it. Just unlock the damn door Arthur! How long do we have until time starts again?"

"Two hours tops."

"And how long has it been, ten minutes?"

"Around so," He nodded, knowing what she was getting at, "and since my magic is not unlimited we must make hast before I run out or time begins. Chances are he saw the door open and if no one is there he'll surely be suspiscious."

"Right..." You muttered, curious as to why he would be suspiscious and not curious. Had Arthur done this before? Did Kiku know that Arthur really wasn't just a strange bushy-browed guy?! He would have surely surpassed your knowledge then, not that he hadn't already. Kiku has a tendancy to have straight As while you lingered in the C to A range, A being a very lucky occasion or having Kiku help you study when he wasn't wrapped up in his manga creation. How was that guy so smart? Maybe that Asian stereotype had so truth to it after all, his brothers and sisters were all the same in grades. How strange...

Meanwhile the Englishman was chanting some peculiar words until the door snapped open, no sign of a lock at all! "My word, where is the lock?!" He cried. "How is that even possible?!" You gasped, but not at the mysterious door. No, at how small the closet had seemed at first to the actual size. There was cosplay galore, packed tightly together rack after rack. Wigs, cosmetics, props. Man Kiku went all out, right down to crossplay! The thought of him dressed as a girl man you blush, he was so cute with his apathetic yet caring eyes and baby face.

But there was still a huge problem...

This closet was immense. How would the two of you find a mere diary or box, anything that would have that letter! Why couldn't he be predictable like Gilbert Beilschmidt and his library of diaries? Do not even ask how you know about that. Don't.

Arthur was one step ahead of you, deciding to go to the back of the closet, leaving you to the front. A gulp could be heard from you while you looked through the cosplay and used Kiku's little ladder to get to the upper shelves. Height was a major issue for you as well as him, it was a bit depressing when your best friend was a giant compared to you. And don't even get you started on your classmate Ivan Braginski, he was bigger than Alfred!

This time when you spaced out you felt your hand touch a small box at the back of the shelf, it wasn't dusty in the least but you could barely grab it along with the little book at its side. To your tip-toes this met, reaching and reaching, not even with a firm grip you pulled it from the back of the shelf and into your arms. "Got 'em!" You cried when you noticed the hands that had shakily been on your legs this whole time. Quickly your (e/c) orbs darted in confused anger at the blond man who was blushing himself as he stuttered, "Y-you looked un-unstable, so I-I grabbed you. I-it's not that I care though! H-honestly, I just don't w-want to hear your complaints anymore!"

You sighed and shook your head, shaking his hands from your legs and climbing down, "Let's look at these!"

The two of you sat on the futon, it was very comfortable. Like a fluffy cloud of marshmallows, you could just lay back and fall asleep on it right now. Yet there was work to be done! Arthur opened the box and you the diary. These entries were very spaced, and no recent ones! Did he have the rest on his computer? That didn't matter though since you found the year and month easily in the more full part of the book. Ha! The exact day! He wrote about it! But... you couldn't read Japanese...

"Aha! The letter."

"Tell me it's in English..."

"Hmm? Why do you... oh dear, his diary is in Japanese isn't it?"

"Yes, yes it is. How can we learn about his thoughts on the matter if we can't read it?"

"...A translator app! Simple," he said suddenly, giving you his phone. You browsed it, for some reason you were able to scan the page into it and it translated into English. So high tech! "Wow! And it's accurate?" you exclaimed in amazement. "Yes indeed. Now, shall we read the letter?"

This made you hesitant.

The very letter that began your worries was staring you in the face. Why had Kiku kept this out of all of them? Was it that important...?

"Ahem...

Dear Honda,
I know many girls have been confessing to you lately, is it annoying yet? Your little friend (y/n) might be next you know! I'm not lying, she has the hots for you, and probably has for a long while. Why believe me? Because I'm a girl and would know such things better, obviously. Have you seen how close to you she always is? That's not just friends. The more you know~ 3 At lunch I'll stop by, you should tell her whether you're interested or not, 'kay?
- P.S. If you reject her and she starts acting weird, like skipping class or getting emotional, it just proves it.
XOXO

Signed (g/n). Well then, doesn't she sound obnoxious. Kiku probably believed she sounded irritating in this letter, although he'd never show it."

"N-now... let's see if he b-belived it..." You started, only to have more tears spring to your eyes. She knew, she knew it all along and planned it. "Hey," Arthur began, putting his hand gently on your back, "It's alright... here, I'll read the diary, just calm down. Well...

Dear diary,
Konnichiwa. I haven't written in a while, but today was urgent. (G/n)-san wrote me a strange letter today pertaining to (y/n)-chan, something about liking me as more than a friend. That's impossible, right? Regardless when (g/n)-san came over at lunch I said that I had no interest in relationships, since it must have been (g/n)-san's strange way of asking me out. But she said something strange to (y/n)-chan, it was about me not being able to see her as a lover. Weird... how did this pertain to me at all? (Y/n)-chan was silent, it was very mature of her since she normally lashes out at (g/n)-san.
When I saw Alfred-san after school he seemed worried for once, although his normal voice was sadly present. I wonder if it was able lunch. Whatever (g/n)-san meant surely...

((To be continued))