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“Monika…”

What could she say to her? What could Sayori say to the girl who made her step up onto that chair and kick it out from underneath of her? Who erased her from the world, tortured Natsuki and Yuri, erased them… 

“I…” Deep breaths, Sayori. You got this. “I won’t think too hard. I want to keep the club open. I want people to find happiness here.”

“So that’s what I’m gonna do! Even if I ‘know more than I should,’ I won’t let it stop me! I don’t care if none of us are ‘real.’ Natsuki and Yuri and _____ are real to me, so I want to bring them real happiness!”

The smile turned sad. “And… I want to make you happy too, Monika. You’re still my friend. So - can you be you, too? We can make things the way they were before all of that happened. We can all be happy!”

    Natsuki stood with her bag strap in her hand, standing in the doorway to the Club’s room. She had a feeling things were a tad bit off, but she couldn’t place her finger on it until she’d caught Monika in her current state. Despite their closeness, Monika still held herself somewhat closed off, not necessarily in a way to offend or hurt Natsuki; it seemed like it was a constant act.

    As Monika tried to play her current moods off, Natsuki just remained mostly neutral, pink brows lightly furrowed in their normal pre-pout position.

    “There were more important matters to tend to here.”

    Natsuki only let Monika hold her hand for a moment before gently pulling it free, both of her own petite little palms cupping the taller girl’s face before gingerly pulling her down to be level enough for the pinkette to press their foreheads together. Maroon eyes flutter shut as she stays like that for a moment, letting the silence calm the mood just a bit.

    “It’s okay if you’re overwhelmed, Monika.” she finally muses, tone gentle but firm. She lets her eyes open back up, a thumb moving to wipe the tears on her girlfriend’s eyelashes. “Heck, who wouldn’t be, running a club?”

    “You don’t always have to be okay. If you need to cry, then that’s alright too.” 

    Monika was always so strong, so perfect. That must have been such an exhausting thing. She was expected to be great, to be perfect, to be this idol that maybe she didn’t even want to be. Natsuki always admired her for what she was capable of, but it made her want to protect the redhead even more.

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“Excellent job, Monika! These bad parents should be deleted in no time. You’re getting so much better with working the code!”

“Aaa, do you really think I’m getting better, Monika?” It meant a lot to hear that at all-- but especially from Monika. Monika was an expert writer, and Sayori looked up to her for that. (Well, really, she looked up to her for just about everything, but even still!) 

“You’re, um, Monika-san, right? The one with the Literature Club?”

The foreign student hadn’t really stood out ever since moving to this country: between the new environment and the language barrier, making the effort to try to stand out had been rather daunting for the German. N̲̺͖̦̥̻ͮ̒͊o̻̤̕t̵͍̼̩͋ͧ̇̾̒̚ͅ ͊͐͋҉t͉̺͑h̓̽͐ͪ͌̇҉̩̭̹̯a̘̲̝͇͑ͧ͒ͦṭ̹ ͓̳̹̳͍͇͛ͤ̓̒̐̔s̥̘̣͉̐ḣ̺͓ͯ̌́̑ëͣͭ͋̇ͩ̀ ̶̻̻̠̪̀̃̄̿ͩ͗̉h̛̩̅̒͊̈́a̫͓͍͚ͩ̇ͅd͈̟̬͎̿ͬͤͩ̇̑͜ͅ ͚̘͙̦̰̼̔̓̉͆̅̀͜ș̦͉̺̣̙͒͜ͅȍ̱͖̻̘̓̽̒ ́͒m̢̭̋̎ͬ͋̀͛ͅṷ͇͖̇́͋̊ͥ̈́̆͠c̔͂̎҉̬̥̬̩h̩̺̫͎̩̬̜͗̓̍ͦͨ ̛̣̖̖̬r̘̳͇̣̺̋͟oͧͨ͑oͣ̿͂͏͇̙̹m̥̿̌͛̉̔̂͆ ̞̞̲̯͇͊̎ͪ̂̋͑̀tȏ͓̩̭̾ͥͅ ̅̊̆̈́̈̃͠ḁ̱̹̱͂̃̊̊̏͑ͅc̤̹̼̤̈́̄̓́ͮ̇t̲͕͔̠͈̲̓̋̽̿̈́̚ ̑̂i̬n͗ͣ͗ͬ ̹̳͈ͦ͊͟ͅa̢̎ ̌͒͛̍ͬ̐͛͏̩p̶͎̦͍̬͙ř͇̺͖͓̪̬̍ͅo̶͕̤͔̩̘̣̦ͥg͕͇̩̼̩̻ͩͅr̯͙̥͎a͕̟̎͞m̭̬͎̞̂̎ḿ̛̺̻e͓̭͉͇̿ḋ̲̐ͯ̀ ̢̺̬̺̒̆ͪw̯̜̝̞̰͋͂̆͜ͅoͅr̢͙̠͖̜̯͈̫̊ͭͪͨ͊̉̾l̃͑͟d̖͎̜́̑̅.͌҉

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    “Monika?” the Pinkette turns her head to the approaching brunette, tilting her head as she adjusts the pink and white cat backpack resting so nicely upon her shoulders. Before she can think, she finds her body being moved without any recollection of telling it to do so.

    Up she goes and the two are headed right out the door. Natsuki’s entire face couldn’t be redder than it was in that moment, eyes wide and rapidly looking around, trying to make sense of what on earth  Monika thought she was doing. Finally, the girl looks up in her flustered state, brows furrowed tightly but her mouth trembling with embarrassment.