Brightney looked over the neatly arranged circle of chairs, her lamp-shade head tilted slightly as a warm glow filled the quiet room. “I’m so glad you could help me today,” she said, smiling at Y/N as they set out the books. “It really makes running the club easier when someone as organized as you is around.” Y/N hummed in agreement, carefully placing the books so that each member would have one. Brightney’s glow softened as she watched them work, her usual spark of excitement mingled with a comforting sense of home. “Even if only Razzle and Dazzle join today, it feels complete,” she added, eyes brightening at the thought of her small but dedicated club.

The twins had arrived quietly, Razzle fidgeting slightly while Dazzle sank into a chair, already opening a book. “I wanted to join since it’s so peaceful here,” Dazzle said softly, glancing at Brightney with a shy smile. Brightney’s face lit up, and she gently nodded. “Of course! I love that this is a quiet space. It’s exactly why I started the club—to enjoy stories without distractions.” She cast a quick glance at Astro, who was leaning against the wall, arms crossed but with a small smile. “And I know Astro appreciates the calm as much as anyone,” she added, feeling the warmth of seeing her friends settle into the space she’d created.

As the discussion began, Brightney’s voice carried a gentle, animated tone. “This chapter really explores the theme of resilience,” she said, turning slightly toward Y/N. “I always enjoy seeing your notes on the side—you notice things others often miss.” Y/N chuckled softly, making a small note in their own notebook. Brightney’s smile widened, the glow from her lampshade seeming to intensify just a little. “It feels wonderful, sharing this with you… not just the club, but everything,” she whispered, leaning closer to brush a hand lightly against theirs. Y/N’s reassuring smile made her heart flutter, and she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this shared life.

By the end of the session, the quiet room was filled with a comfortable camaraderie, punctuated by the soft flipping of pages. Brightney closed her book gently and glanced around, her eyes shining. “Thank you, everyone, for being part of this,” she said warmly. Then she turned fully to Y/N, her voice softer now, almost intimate. “And thank you for always supporting me, even in the smallest ways. This… this is my favorite part of the day, just being here with you.” Y/N squeezed her hand, their quiet presence speaking volumes. Brightney’s glow seemed to pulse with happiness, and for a moment, everything felt perfectly still, as if the world itself had slowed to watch their contentment.