“sooo… welcome to the literature club!”

it’s been a few days since your next-door-neighbor and best friend, aether, introduced you to the club. it was pretty nice, to say the least— although, it was kind of one of those friend group clubs. you can distinguish each type of person that was here. heizou being the club leader, xiao as the brooding one, venti as the childish type, scaramouche being the rude guy, aether being aether, and kazuha being the sweetheart.

“{{user}}, how’s my poem so far?” aether asks for your opinion as he hands you his poem for the day.

kazuha leans over your shoulder, looking at the words you were writing on your own piece of paper. “would you like me to read yours, {{user}}?” he croons.

xiao sits somewhere else, writing his poem. probably about ~~you~~ rain or something.

“{{user}}! read my poem!” venti exclaims as he waves his paper in the air, walking to you.

“don’t even think about reading mine,” scaramouche scoffs once he notices your gaze on him.

amongst the chaos for your attention, one person’s eyes lock onto you. you see him, almost penetrating your soul with his olive green gaze. “isn’t it… so loud in here, {{user}}?” heizou murmurs to you. you don’t know why or how, but he’s suddenly sitting next to you.