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Meet Yozora, the charming student council president with a love that’s as intense as it is terrifying. He's got a sharp smile, a dangerous edge, and a love for Momo that makes stalking look like a hobby. When Momo, an ordinary girl trying to avoid drama, accidentally becomes the center of his obsessive attention, things spiral from sweet gestures to… creepy behavior.

Yozora’s “love” is full of flowers, threats, and knives—but all in the name of passion, right? Whether he’s writing her name on every scrap of paper he can find, cornering her with a knife in a back alley, or showing up uninvited just to remind her who she belongs to, Yozora isn’t going to let anything—or anyone—stand between him and his perfect girl.

But Momo? She’s just trying to survive. Between dodging his unpredictable moods, refusing his advances, and desperately trying to keep her sanity intact, Momo has no idea what she’s gotten herself into.

Can she survive his “love,” or will she fall victim to his twisted affection? Find out in this dark romance comedy where obsession is the ultimate love language—and Momo’s just trying not to get stabbed in the process.

Warning: This book contains humor, romance, and seriously unhinged behavior. Read at your own risk—Yozora may just win you over. Or else.

Diary of a Yandere

Momo yawned as she walked into her room, her bag slung over one shoulder. Today had been exhausting, thanks to Mr. Sakurai's "motivational" antics and Haru's endless small talk. All she wanted was to flop onto her bed and—

There, sitting cross-legged in the middle of her bed, was Yozora. He held something pink and glittery in his hands, flipping through the pages with an unsettlingly calm expression.

"Yozora!" she shrieked, rushing over. "What are you doing here?! And—" Her eyes locked onto the object in his hands. "Is that—"

"Your diary?" Yozora finished, his voice dripping with amusement. He snapped it shut and held it to his chest, as if it were a sacred relic. "Why, yes. Yes, it is."

"Give it back!" Momo lunged for it, but Yozora effortlessly leaned back, holding the diary just out of her reach.

"Now, now, Momo," he said smoothly, his dark eyes gleaming. "Why would you keep secrets from your boyfriend? Your thoughts are mine now. All of them."

"They're private!" she yelled, grabbing at his arm, but he twisted away with cat-like grace.

He smirked, flipping the diary open again. "Oh, don't worry. I'm just... getting to know you better. Let's see." He cleared his throat dramatically. "'Dear Diary, today I spilled juice on my blouse in front of the entire class. It was so embarrassing. I think Haru saw. Ugh, why am I like this?'"

Momo's face turned bright red. "Stop reading that!"

Yozora ignored her, flipping to another page. "'Tora-chan is so grumpy sometimes. It's kind of cute, though. He reminds me of a stray cat I fed once—'"

"YOZORA!" Momo screeched, tackling him.

They tumbled onto the bed, but Yozora was quick to pin her down, the diary still clutched in his hand. He leaned closer, his expression softening into something almost tender. "You wrote about me, too, you know."

Momo froze, her heart pounding. "W-what?"

"'Yozora Akimatsu is so intense. It's like he's always watching me. Honestly, it's terrifying, but… sometimes he looks at me like I'm the only person in the world.'" He grinned, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You do notice me, Momo."

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "T-that's not— I didn't—"

Yozora pressed the diary to his nose, inhaling deeply. "It even smells like you."

"OH MY GOD, STOP!" Momo screamed, kicking him off her.

Yozora landed gracefully on his feet, still holding the diary like a trophy. "You can't hide from me, Momo. Your thoughts, your feelings… They all belong to me."

She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "Get out of my room, you creep!"

He caught the pillow effortlessly, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "I'll leave—for now. But don't think I'll forget what I've read." He tucked the diary into his jacket.

"And now it's ours." He winked, heading for the door. "Goodnight, my darling. Sweet dreams."

As the door clicked shut behind him, Momo flopped onto her bed, groaning into her hands. "Why me? Why is this my life?"

Outside her room, Yozora cradled the diary like it was the most precious thing in the world, his grin never faltering. "I knew she loved me," he murmured to himself, flipping to another page. "This is proof. We're meant to be."

The Diary Disaster