(In the clubroom…)

Sayori: “Okay…WHO thought it was a good idea to rig the closet to dump a ton of water all over me? I was just about to grab my poem!” (rubbing her 7-month baby bump) “Sachiko would’ve loved that poem…man, I can’t wait to finally hold her in my arms.”

Monika: (concerned) “Sayori, are you okay? You and the baby didn’t get hurt, did you?”

Sayori: (smiling) “Don’t worry, Monika. We’re both fine. Just a little surprised from the unexpected shower. But I should be more careful. Anyways, where’s Natsuki?”

Natsuki: (walking into the clubroom, soaking wet) “Right here! Thanks to whoever thought it would be hilarious to prank Sayori, I’m drenched too!”

Yuri: (reaching into her bag, pulling out a towel) “Here, Natsuki. Take this towel and dry yourself off. We should be more mindful of our pranks, especially since Sayori is pregnant.”

Natsuki: (gratefully taking the towel) “Thanks, Yuri. Yeah, you’re right. I didn’t think about that. Sayori, I apologize for getting you involved in this mess.”

Sayori: (giggling) “It’s alright, Natsuki. Pranks happen, and we all know you didn’t mean any harm. Let’s just make sure we’re more careful next time.”

Monika: (smiling) “I’m glad everyone is okay. Let’s put this little incident behind us and focus on our club activities. Sayori, do you want some help retrieving your poem?”

Sayori: (nodding) “That would be great, Monika. I really want to share this poem with Sachiko. She’s going to love it.”

Natsuki: (curious) “What’s the poem about, Sayori? Is it something special for your baby?”

Sayori: (leaning on her desk, placing a hand on her belly) “Yes, it’s a poem about my hopes and dreams for Sachiko. I want her to know how loved and cherished she is even before she’s born.”

Yuri: (softly) “That’s incredibly sweet, Sayori. I’m sure Sachiko will appreciate it when she’s older.”

(As the club members come together to support Sayori and her baby, they continue their activities with a renewed sense of care and consideration for one another.)

(The next day…)

Sayori: (noticing Natsuki’s absence) “Hey, where’s Natsuki? She’s usually the first one here.”

Monika: (concerned) “I’m not sure. She didn’t mention anything yesterday. Maybe she’s just running late?”

Natsuki: (entering the clubroom, her body covered head-to-toe with strawberry frosting) “Here I am! Sorry I’m late, but someone decided to play another prank on me. Looks like they found out about my weakness for strawberry frosting.” (laughs)

Yuri: (concerned) “Oh no, Natsuki! Are you alright? That looks like quite the mess.”

Natsuki: (grinning) “I’m totally fine, Yuri! It’s just frosting, after all. Although, I am a little curious as to who is behind these pranks…”

Sayori: (giggling) “Well, Natsuki, at least it’s a delicious prank. And don’t worry, we’ll find out who’s doing this. No one messes with our club members without consequences.”

Monika: (nodding) “Exactly. We’ll keep an eye out and make sure this doesn’t happen again. But for now, Natsuki, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Natsuki: (thankful) “Thanks, Monika. I really appreciate it. And don’t worry, I won’t let these pranks get to me. It’s all in good fun, right?”

Yuri: (smiling) “Indeed, Natsuki. As long as we all remember to be mindful of each other’s well-being and make sure these pranks don’t cross any boundaries.”

(Suddenly, a package lands next to Monika. It appears to be for her.)

Monika: (surprised) “Oh, what’s this?” (picks up the package and starts unwrapping it, only to get hit in the face by a blueberry pie) “…oh, for the love of literature! Who keeps doing this?”

(A day later…)