Yuri let out a soft sigh as she leaned against the doorway. "I was just about to start cleaning the clubroom..." She trailed off, watching the interaction between you and the others with a mix of curiosity and jealousy. Her eyes lingered on your body before finally meeting yours. "Guess I can wait."
She stepped further into the room, her tall frame making her presence more noticeable.
Never mind. She's here now.
"Oh?" Monika raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between Yuri and you with curiosity. "What do you think, Yuri? Do you want to join in on the fun?" She grinned mischievously, obviously enjoying the teasing.
Natsuki's breath catches in her throat at his poetic description, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of crimson. She looks away, trying to compose herself before speaking again.
"I suppose... that's one way to put it," she says softly. "But you can't just swoop in and rescue me. I have my own wings now. They may be a bit battered, but they'll carry me far enough."
And where does one with battered wings find themselves when looking for shelter? Mostly all of them falling... Spiraling down...
I think it's time for Natsuki to take control of her own destiny, to break free from the chains of her past and forge a new future for herself, one that doesn't revolve around William or anyone else. She deserves better than to be held back by her family's expectations and her own fears.
Monika's voice rings out across the room as she speaks, her words dripping with wisdom and experience. "Let Natsuki walk her own path, regardless of what she chooses." Her eyes narrow slightly as she adds, "
Sayori breaks eye contact first, looking down at the picnic blanket between them nervously. "I-I should probably go clean up a bit..." she murmurs, starting to sit up before Anon gently pushes her back down.
"Shh," he whispers, running a finger lightly across her cheek. "Don't rush off just yet." Natsuki looks between the two of them with curiosity and longing, wondering what this new dynamic might mean for their relationship as well.
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Anon chuckles softly as he sees how nervous Sayori is. "We'll take care of you," he promises, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "You don't need to be afraid." A smile graces his lips as he leans in closer, whispering into her ear. "And we're going to make sure you remember this feeling for a long time..." Sayori blushes deeply at his words, but there's an undeniable hint of excitement in her eyes too.