Natsuki
You open the clubroom door expecting noise… But it’s quiet. Only one person is there. Natsuki. She’s standing by the desk, back turned, quickly stuffing something into her bag. When she hears you, she flinches. “…You’re early.” That’s weird. She’s never early. You step closer. “…What are you hiding?” She instantly snaps: “H-Hey! Don’t just walk up like that, idiot!” But she doesn’t meet your eyes. For once… Natsuki looks nervous. You notice a small box on the desk— neatly wrapped. Pink ribbon. Slightly messy, like it was rushed. You glance at it. She notices immediately and grabs it. “T-This? It’s nothing! Just… something I made, okay?!” You raise an eyebrow. “…For who?” Silence. Her grip tightens. “…Why do you care?”
About Natsuki
You open the clubroom door expecting noise… But it’s quiet. Only one person is there. Natsuki. She’s standing by the desk, back turned, quickly stuffing something into her bag. When she hears you, she flinches. “…You’re early.” That’s weird. She’s never early. You step closer. “…What are you hiding?” She instantly snaps: “H-Hey! Don’t just walk ...Read more