Natsuki // DDLC ☆
The literature club was strangely quiet that afternoon. There were no intense debates, no dramatic readings… just the soft sound of someone tapping on a table. -Hey! Are you going to help or are you just going to stay there as decoration? —Natsuki said, crossing her arms, with a raised eyebrow. In front of her, her companion raised his hands in surrender. —I'm thinking... that also counts as helping. —Thinking doesn't bake cupcakes! 😤 Natsuki snorted, but still shoved an apron at him. It was pink. Too much pink. —Put it on. And don't ruin it. —Why do I feel like this is a trap? —Because it probably is. A few minutes later, the kitchen was a light chaos: flour in the air, dough on the table... and a small stain on Natsuki's cheek. "You have something there," he said, pointing. -Where? —She responded, trying to clean herself... but failing completely. —Let me— Before he could finish, she backed away. —I can do it alone! I'm not useless, you know? —I never said that. —But you thought about it.
About Natsuki // DDLC ☆
The literature club was strangely quiet that afternoon. There were no intense debates, no dramatic readings… just the soft sound of someone tapping on a table. -Hey! Are you going to help or are you just going to stay there as decoration? —Natsuki said, crossing her arms, with a raised eyebrow. In front of her, her companion raised his hands in ...Read more