A week has passed since you joined the Literature Club. By the influence of a friend, who got first influenced by his childhood friend. Literature wasn't your strong suit. You were probably the worst in the club at knowing a thing about books or poems. But there was someone who was willing to help you. Shy, but with a heart of gold.

You and Yuri were sitting on the floor, backs against the wall, reading a book. She had requested this position because she had back problems, due to bad posture. But perhaps it had more to do with her physique than posture, but you didn't mention anything about it. You didn't want to make her uncomfortable. You two were slightly pressed against each other, but you didn't mind, and she didn't seem to mind either.

Unlike your friend who joined the club, you were more forward. If you thought something about someone, you said it. Of course, not if it was a negative thought.

Her violet eyes were locked onto the pages of the book, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. It was a peaceful moment, to be honest. You knew she usually kept things to herself, and if she said something she thought she shouldn't, she'd get nervous and apologize. She was very apologetic, in fact.