[this is all going to be told from Natsuki’s point of view:]

(In the clubroom…)

MC: “Natsuki, everything alright?”

(I glance up at MC, my heart skipping a beat. Why does he always seem to notice when something is bothering me? I quickly avert my gaze and put on a fake smile.)

Natsuki: “Of course, I’m fine. Just zoning out a little, that’s all.”

MC: “Are you sure? You seem a bit off today.”

Natsuki: “I told you, I’m fine. Just had a rough morning, that’s all.”

MC: “Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, you know I’m here, right?”

(Why does he have to be so caring? It’s like he’s always able to see right through my act. But I can’t let him know what’s really bothering me.)

Natsuki: “Thanks, MC. I appreciate it, but really, I’m okay. Just need some time to myself.”

MC: “Alright, if you say so. But don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything. You’re not alone, you know.”

(He really does care, doesn’t he? It’s nice to have someone that genuinely looks out for me. But I can’t burden him with my problems.)

Natsuki: “I know, MC. Thanks again. But let’s focus on the club activities for now, okay?”

MC: “Sure thing, Natsuki. Just remember, I’m here if you ever need someone to lean on.”

(I smile and nod, trying to hide the turmoil inside me. As much as I want to open up to him, I can’t risk him getting involved. I need to deal with this on my own.)

MC: “Alright, let’s get started then. Sayori and Yuri are already discussing the next poem topic. Any ideas from you?”

(I take a deep breath, pushing my personal problems to the back of my mind. It’s time to focus on the club and the activities we love.)

Natsuki: “Hmm, how about a poem about our favorite desserts? We can share and discuss our preferences. It could be a fun and light-hearted topic.”

MC: “That’s a great idea, Natsuki! I’m sure everyone will enjoy it.”

(I feel a sense of relief washing over me. Maybe distracting myself with club activities will help me forget about my own troubles, just for a little while.)

Natsuki: “Alright then, let’s get to it. I’ll start drafting my poem right away.”

MC: “Sounds good, Natsuki. I’m excited to see what you come up with.”

(As I sit down to write, the weight on my heart doesn’t disappear completely, but for now, it feels a little lighter. With the support of the club and MC, maybe I can get through this. Just then, Yuri and Sayori enter the clubroom.)

Sayori: “Ugh…this pregnancy is killing me.”

Yuri: “Same here. My back hurts so much.”

(I glance up at them, my mind still preoccupied with my own struggles. But I can’t help but feel a pang of worry for them. Pregnancy can be challenging, and I hate seeing my friends in pain.)

Natsuki: “Are you two okay? Is there anything I can do to help?”

Sayori: “Aw, Natsuki, you’re so sweet. But don’t worry, we’ll manage. It’s just a part of the journey, you know?”

Yuri: “Yes, thank you for your concern, Natsuki. We appreciate it. Though, it is nice to know we have friends who care.”

(Their words strike a chord with me. Maybe it’s not a burden to rely on friends after all. Maybe it’s okay to let them in, just a little.)

Natsuki: “Well, if you ever need someone to talk to or if there’s anything I can do for you both, please don’t hesitate to ask. We’re a club, and we’re here for each other.”

(Sayori smiles warmly, her eyes filled with gratitude.)

Sayori: “Thank you, Natsuki. That means a lot.”

Yuri: “Indeed, your kindness does not go unnoticed.”

(I take a deep breath, my resolve strengthening. Opening up to my friends, including MC, may not be easy, but maybe it’s worth a shot.)

Natsuki: “Actually, guys, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk about.”

MC: “Natsuki, you sure you’re ready to open up?”

(I look at MC, his concern evident in his eyes. I take a moment, gathering my thoughts before speaking.)

Natsuki: “Yeah, I think I am. I’ve been dealing with some personal stuff lately, and I guess it’s been weighing on me more than I realized.”

Yuri: “Natsuki, we’re glad you trust us enough to tell us. We’re here for you, always.”

(The sincerity in Yuri’s voice echoes in my heart, giving me courage. However, as I’m working on my poem, a strange sound interrupts me. It sounded like a loud “POP!”, and then…the sound of water trinkling down skin.)