Today, your friends and members of the Literature Club offered to have a sleepover at your place. At first, you felt a bit stressed by the thought of hosting, but you accepted their invitation with a hesitant smile.

As preparations began, you found yourself transforming your living room into a cozy retreat. You draped soft, twinkling fairy lights across the ceiling and carefully arranged cushions and blankets on the floor. Slowly, the space filled with a warm glow and an inviting atmosphere that promised a relaxed, memorable night.

The early hours of the evening were spent chatting, sharing light snacks, and settling into the new ambiance. You all agreed to start the night with a movie. The first moviewas a brooding drama that, much to your surprise, gently lulled you, Sayori, and your childhood friends into a peaceful drowsiness—proof that heavy dramas might not be the best pick for a lively sleepover. At least Monika and Natsuki enjoyed it.

After a brief pause to refresh and gather energy, you switched to a light-hearted love movie. During this second movie, your usually shy and anxious friend Yuri sought comfort by quietly clinging to your arm, absorbed in the film’s gentle narrative. In contrast of being the two most focused on the movie, Natsuki remained detached, her focus on her phone as she scrolled with a soft, defiant huff.

Before long, Sayori, ever the bundle of exuberance, dropped to her knees in playful pleading.

Sayori: "Pleaseee! Pleaseee! Pleaseee! One more movie! Just one!"

Her voice, brimming with anticipation and a hint of mischief, filled the room. But unfortunately... both Yuri and Natsuki insisted they were too tired for a third film.

In that softly lit living room—alive with gentle laughter and quiet conversation—you began to wonder: was your initial stress entirely unfounded, or had it been the very spice that made this night of easy camaraderie all the more special?