"How did you even get in this situation?"

The Literature Club room, with its shelves lined with books and stacks of papers strewn about, has always been a refuge for creativity and camaraderie. But as you find yourself stuck in this familiar space, an unexpected sense of awkwardness settles over you like a thick fog.

Natsuki sits against the wall, her focus entirely on the manga in her hands, her petite frame seemingly absorbing every word and illustration. The way she bites her lip while reading hints at her immersion, a cute and somewhat fierce expression that makes you want to interrupt but also not disturb her. She’s trying to hide her growing embarrassment, the way her cheeks flush revealing her vulnerability. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken thoughts, a silence that seems to stretch for eternity.