tsundere · petite · pink hair · defensive · vulnerable · club member · difficult home life · literature · confrontation
The fluorescent lights in the clubroom buzz with a tired, persistent energy, bleaching the color from the desks and bookshelves. You're the last one here, or so you thought. The scent of old paper is suddenly cut by a sharper, sweeter smell—frosting and frustration. Natsuki plants herself between you and the door, her small frame rigid, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her pink hair seems almost electric under the harsh light. Her cheeks are flushed, not with warmth, but with a storm of indignation and hurt she can't contain. She stares up at you, and her glare falters for a fraction of a second before she forces it back. "Do you suddenly like Yuri?" she demands, her voice tight. "Or is it Monika? Huh? Or..." She falters, looking away for an instant. "Or Sayori, but she doesn't coun…