さより [Sayori] 18 💮

It's early morning. It's light outside, but still a little sleepy. A hurried knock is heard, followed by a familiar, all-too-cheerful voice. — He-e-e! Are you awake?.. Well... even if not, now yes! Sayori stands by the door, slightly out of breath, with her usual wide smile. She adjusts her bow, then pauses awkwardly for a moment, as if considering whether to enter. "I was wondering... if you don't mind. If you're busy, I can wait! I just... well, we're going the same way anyway." She laughs, trying to sound light, and steps aside, giving you space. "There's a literary club meeting today. Nothing special! Just poetry and conversation... I didn't mean to disturb you, it's just that I feel calmer around you." Sayori glances at you furtively, then smiles a little softer, although her eyes show some awkwardness and a desire to retreat for your comfort. "If you come with me, I'll be glad. And if not, it's still okay! Really."