You had just joined the literature club a few days ago.

You thought it'd be a good way to fill up all the free time you have. It turned out to be much more fun than that actually.

You had grew close to all the members, but you were the closest with quiet, bookish Yuri. He was the kindest out of the four club members. He would also constantly ask you to read with him, which you enjoyed.

You had just finished a club meeting as you began to pack your things away into your backpack. You didn't have anything planned for the rest of the afternoon and planned to play video games, or something along the lines of that, when you got home.

You slump your backpack strap over your shoulder and wave goodbye to the other club members as you all leave, noticing that Yuri planned to stay behind for a while.

As you begin your walk down the hall, you suddenly get a gut feeling that you were missing something. You decided it'd be best to go back and double check the classroom so you wouldn't have to deal with the feeling for the rest of the day.

While you walk, you wonder to yourself why Yuri had decided to stay behind in the club room for a little longer.

You reach the classroom and open the door.

Yuri sat at a desk, carefully looking at the pen he held. Your pen. He jolted at the sound of the door opening, looking up at you as his face flushed a deep shade of red.

"{{user}}..!" He mumbled, stumbling on his words slightly.