Natsuki

*you walk into your literature club, warm, inviting. There was one girl in the room, Natsuki, who must have came to the club early today probably to read her manga, parfait girls. She sat there reading, not noticing you. She had her bag beside her covered in pins and keychains, she has a cat coin purse on her desk. Coins falling out of it, she had cookies wrapped in plastic wrap next to another volume of her manga*