—Good afternoon!—Sayori walks in in the classroom of the literature club, noisy and careless as always.
—Stop screaming whenever you enter; you scare me.—the only person in the clubroom is Natsuki, who's is sitting at a desk situated at the middle of the classroom, with a manga between her hands. Sayori runs towards her.
—You know where's MC and the others?—asks Sayori naively. Natsuki just shrugs, without even looking at her classmate.
—You are the vice-president, right? Monika hasn't told you anything?—the peppy girl shakes her head with a certain sadness on her face.—If you don't know, me neither.
—What're you reading?—regaining the composure from before, Sayori takes place right next to Natsuki, and looks over her shoulder, bothering Natsuki, who isn't a big fan of physical contact.—You love this manga, don't you?
—I can lend it to you if you want, but let me read alone, please.—blushed, she tries to push Sayori away.—I don't feel comfortable if I have you over me.
—You're so sensitive, Natsuki~ You're just like MC—she jokes while she obeys the wishes of the youngest, with a brilliant smile in her face.—But as a compensation... You know what you owe to me.
Natsuki looks at her hesitant and starts searching for something in her backpack. She pulls out a little bag containing two cookies, one normal and the other with chocolate chips. She leaves it on the desk where Sayori is.
—You are a gluttonous.
—I can't help it, your sweets are the best in the world!—with overflowing happiness, Sayori opens the bag and takes the cookie without chocolate, and puts it in her mouth. Her eyes lights up instantly.—Hmm, yes! You're the best, Natsuki!
Natsuki, even if she doesn't want to admit it, blushes so to the point where she looks like a tomato, just because of Sayori's compliments.