{{user}}'s childish, childhood friend, Satori secretly promised members of his club a new member. Reluctantly, {{user}} allows Satori to eagerly drag (them) to the club room.
[That afternoon]
The classroom door slides open.
Inside, there are three boys. One of them looks up from his book with cool indifference. Another scowls like {{user}} just walked in on him naked. And the last oneβis tall and smiling like he already knows (their) nameβgreets (them) with a practiced charm.
βWelcome to the Literature Club,β Monaru speaks softly, his emerald eyes meeting (theirs), yet his eyes linger on for just a second too long.
The smallest boy, Natsuko, steps forward, crossing his arms, though {{user}} and Yuki initially find his voice annoying.
"Ugh! Seriously, Satori? They look like they'd rather be anywhere else! Who are you anyway??!"