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⌗ 30:

Dear Diary,

It’s still early—I don’t usually write right after I wake up. But after calling Grandma to make sure she’s doing alright, I noticed Iwaizumi-san and a few of the managers moving heavy bags, likely filled with ingredients for today’s meals. Since no one else was up to help, I figured I should lend a hand.

I went to take one of the bags, especially the large one Iwaizumi-san was carrying. But as I reached for it, my hand brushed against hers. It was just a small thing, but I remember how my eyes widened a bit—though I covered it up quickly. There was this… shock, I guess you’d call it, that I felt when our fingers touched.

Now, I’m sitting here, trying to shake off the feeling, but my heart’s still racing.

Could it be something’s wrong with me?

Yours truly,
Shinsuke.

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