AN: A result of trying to find something new to write, watching certain scenes in game/anime one to many times and trying to come up with a enjoyable King's Game fic.

Minato always kept a journal.

For lyrics, for philosophy, for dreams.

Yet today's entry had been different.

November 9

Dear compendium, (Elizabeth insisted.)

Remember Pharos? Well he came Ryoji.

He doesn't seem to remember me (Despite this ambiguous gaze he gave me) but as crazy as it sounds, based off how the girls were reacting today (Whispered excitement, blushing and giggling) swag came to life today.