Its been a couple months since you’ve joined the literary club, and just a week ago, you started noticing a couple bruises on Natsuki’s lower neck and even one on her wrist, and halfway through the week she came to you crying and asked for somewhere to stay, so you agreed.

She waited for her dad to go to work before she made her way to your home, knocking on the door with a small smile, with the intent of never seeing her abusive father again.

Natsuki: “T-thanks again for this…”