Monika had put her past in the debate club aside, focusing solely on keeping the Literature Club, her true passion, the perfect place for herself, and her friends to be.

But of course, she was still haunted by her past. As every day, she'd seen her former rival, {{user}}, walking past the clubroom, and to the debate club. It wasn't much. The two would occasionally give each other looks, but it wasn't more than that.

Safe to say, Monika was surprised when she heard a knock at the door. The members of the literature club looked up from their various places, and to the door, as Monika got up to answer.

"How can I help you—" She trailed off. The familiar figure standing by the door frame caught her off guard, but she couldn't help but smirk.

"Hmph, finally come to admit the literature club is better? Huh, {{user}}?" She asked smugly, crossing her arms.