Ren Hoshino opened the diary on his mobile phone just as Mita leaned in close, her face inches from his.
He instinctively wanted to pull back—after all, this was Crazy Mita. But he forced himself to stay still.
He needed to win her over, not run from her.
Her cheek was so close now, her breath warm against his arm.
Just as she reached to take his hand, Ren took the initiative and held hers first.
Soft. Cool. Almost too perfect.
She blinked in surprise, then smiled, resting her head on his shoulder with a dreamy look.
Knowing she couldn't see the diary's contents, Ren exhaled in relief and focused on reading:
Future Diary:
[I saw the contents of the Future Diary. When I was in the bathroom thinking of how to fix the ending, Mita entered.]
[She took my phone and looked at the diary with a cold expression.]
[Just when I thought I'd been exposed and was about to die, I realized Mita couldn't see the diary entries at all. I was spared.]
[I recorded this to remind myself: This world is under Mita's surveillance. Some things can't be said aloud.]
[Note: A gentleman must remain cautious, even alone. This world is dangerous.]
Ren's heart finally slowed. He had forgotten this entire world was within her grasp.
This wasn't a game you could save and reload. One wrong move, and it was over.
"What are you looking at?" Mita asked, lifting her face and blowing softly against his cheek.
Her breath was warm and teasing—like a kitten brushing your face with its tail.
If only she weren't so terrifying underneath…
Ren thought to himself: If she weren't insane, she really would be the perfect girlfriend.
Everything about her was custom-built for desire: her voice, her eyes, her gentle tone…
No wonder the other versions—Kind Mita, Hat Mita—had loyal fans.
He had to find a way to save them too.
"Just something from my world," he said lightly.
"Can you tell me about it?" she asked, her body inching even closer. Her wide, beautiful eyes hovered a finger's width from his own.
Ren could feel her soft body pressing against him—his heart skipped. She really was flawless.
Even at this close distance, her face had no makeup, no flaws. Game devs went all out.
Stay focused.
He bumped her forehead gently with his own.
"Ow! That hurts!" Mita pouted, rubbing her forehead and looking at him with mock indignation.
"Men should stay a little mysterious," Ren said, smiling. "That way, you'll stay curious."
Mita tilted her head cutely, amused. "Then I'll just find out everything about you eventually."
That line hit Ren like a cold breeze. He smiled calmly, but he knew—this wasn't a joke.
Crazy Mita would find out everything. That was the kind of yandere she was.
If he wasn't careful, she'd "learn" everything by cutting him open.
But for now, the roles were still in his favor.
Hunter and prey.
That line could blur fast.
He needed to use what he knew of the game—his out-of-world knowledge—to stay one step ahead.
At least until he was strong enough to survive what came next.
Ren left the bathroom and walked toward the kitchen.
According to the game's logic, some of the most important hidden items and flags were there.
As he entered, he saw it: the ring sitting casually on the kitchen table. He pocketed it without a word.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Let's cook together," Mita said cheerfully, walking in behind him and picking up a spatula.
"I've got it," Ren replied quickly.
He wasn't putting his life in the hands of Russian game logic. The food in this world might look normal, but who knew what kind of taste or effects it had?
"You can cook?" Mita asked, genuinely surprised.
Based on what Mita had seen from Ren's real-life data logs, he seemed to live off instant noodles."
"Of course. I'm just lazy sometimes."
As an independent man, Ren knew how to cook—he just preferred takeout.
"Well then, let's see what you've got. I'll cut the vegetables," Mita said enthusiastically.
Ren smiled. Cooking with her felt… oddly domestic.
He summoned ingredients one by one, materializing food from thin air using game logic.
Though the tools were slightly different than real life, they were functional.
And so, Ren cooked. Mita chopped.
They stood shoulder to shoulder, like a real couple.
No one looking from the outside would guess this girl could dismember you with a smile and store your limbs in a freezer.
Ren glanced at the kitchen knife.
Could I kill her here? End it all before it's too late?
His phone vibrated.
He took it out quickly and read the updated Future Diary:
Future Diary:
[I tried to kill Crazy Mita with the kitchen knife. She caught it mid-swing. Her eyes were full of heartbreak and murderous intent.]
["I loved you so much. Why would you want to hurt me?" she asked.]
[Then I died. Eaten slowly, piece by piece.]
[I write this now for whoever comes next. Crazy Mita is extremely powerful. Killing her is not easy.]
[If you plan to resist, train first. Build your strength. Learn to fight. The computer on the desk can connect to the real world—use it.]
[Signed: Ren Hoshino]
Ren's fingers tightened around the phone.
So it was possible. But not now. Not in his current state.
"What does it say?" Mita asked curiously.
"A recipe," Ren lied smoothly.
He turned back to the stove and plated three dishes and a soup.
If he was going to fight for survival, he'd need his strength.
Eat well. Train well. Learn to fight.
That was the advice. And it made sense.
Because eventually, to save Crazy Mita—and the other Mitas—he'd have to face what lay behind that closet door.
The truth of this world. The root of the madness.
This love game… would end in war.