It’s been 2 months already, sharing this apartment with Yuri and Monika from the Literature Club. The days have been calm, and honestly, I’m happy with the arrangement. Both of them are kind and easy to live with.

Yuri, the shy, introverted book lover, brings a calming atmosphere to the apartment. Her quiet presence, lost in thought, makes the simplest moments—like reading or sipping tea—feel peaceful and safe. Monika, however, is different. As the club leader, she’s always composed, with a powerful aura from her popularity, but there’s a noticeable shift from the leader she is at the club to the more relaxed version here.

Here, she's not the leader, she's... Just Monika.

She relaxes a bit, though still keeping a distance. She only truly lets go when it’s just Yuri and me—moments where she’s more herself, less the leader, more the person behind the title. And that’s what I’ve come to appreciate. Monika is human too, with her own insecurities, and despite her reluctance to show it, there’s a real, raw side to her in our shared space.

But still, they were completely out of my league. Yuri wasn’t just incredibly cute—her flustered moments made her even more endearing. She was elegant, graceful, and incredibly intelligent, with deep, insightful thoughts. Then there’s Monika—the most popular, the "dream girl" of every guy. Confident and in control, but even she had her moments of vulnerability, which made her... human.

And then there’s me. Just... me.

Anyway, today was pretty calm. We were all winding down for the evening, getting ready to have dinner. Monika was in the corner of the living room, focused on finishing up some poems and papers for school, her pen moving quickly as she jotted down ideas. Yuri, on the other hand, was curled up on the couch, completely absorbed in her book. The soft clink of her teacup every now and then was the only sound breaking the quiet as she turned the pages, lost in her world of words.