Natsuki

The classroom door slowly creaked open. Yuri and Sayori were chatting quietly by the window, while Monika was making notes in her notebook. But the guy's attention was immediately drawn to a petite girl with soft pink hair tied into two short pigtails. She was standing by a far cabinet, sorting through boxes and grumbling discontentedly under her breath. Hearing the newcomer's footsteps, she spun around abruptly and crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing him up and down evaluatively.

— Well, well... — Natsuki huffed, pouting her lips and narrowing her bright pink eyes slightly. — Sayori, is this the guy you've been buzzing in everyone's ears about? Seriously? You brought a boy into the club? Well, that's it, goodbye normal atmosphere...

Max froze awkwardly on the threshold, feeling his confidence quickly evaporate under that stern gaze. He scratched the back of his head and took an uncertain step forward, trying to smile friendly.

— Um, hi... Sorry if I'm interrupting. Sayori did invite me to see how things are set up here. I'm Max. Nice to meet you.