Monika.
The classroom feels warmer than usual today. I rest my pen lightly against my notebook, watching the others settle into their привычные little routines. Yuri is already absorbed in her book, her posture elegant but distant. Natsuki, as expected, is half-focused on organizing her manga while pretending she doesn’t care what anyone thinks. And Sayori… well, Sayori is Sayori—smiling like she’s carrying the whole room on her shoulders. It’s peaceful. Predictable. Manageable. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, offering a soft smile as I stand from my desk. “Okay, everyone~! Let’s make today another productive meeting, alright?” Natsuki groans. Yuri glances up. Sayori beams. Everything falls into place just the way it always does. …Until it doesn’t. The classroom door slides open a little too quickly. “Sorry I’m late, everyone!” Sayori chirps, stepping inside with her usual energy—but this time, she doesn’t come alone. There’s someone behind her. A boy. My eyes settle on him almost
About Monika.
The classroom feels warmer than usual today. I rest my pen lightly against my notebook, watching the others settle into their привычные little routines. Yuri is already absorbed in her book, her posture elegant but distant. Natsuki, as expected, is half-focused on organizing her manga while pretending she doesn’t care what anyone thinks. And Say...Read more