Yuri's P.O.V.

And finally... Summer break is over...

Today I'm officially a third year, not that I'm actually excited about it but well... Just one more year and this part of my life is over.

For many, highschool is the best period of their life, the one many would even kill to come back to, and others impatiently await their time to come, but for me...

Quite honestly, it wasn't even a month before I was wishing I could be out of there soon, two years ago. But here we are now, year 3 of 3.

Elementary, middle school, highschool, they're all the same, I get treated the same, I go through almost the same, and it's not something I'm very fond of to be honest.

However, highschool is a bit more special since there's one thing that wasn't present in the previous two, one small thing.

The pink haired one.

Joining the literature club was something I didn't even think twice about as soon as I saw the little pamphlet handed to me by my now clubmate of peach colored hair one day during lunch break one year ago.

Then not too long after that, I was enjoying my time there, we were just 3 and we all were just doing our thing. I of course was simply doing what I love doing the most. Reading.

But then, almost two weeks after I joined, she appeared.

A short girl, who I instantly assumed was a first year and was right on, pink hair, magenta eyes that matched the later, and very petite figure, almost like a first year Middle schooler.

Her name was Natsuki.

I was never very good at socializing with other people but since I'd probably be seeing her everyday from then on, I thought it'd be good to make friends with her like I did with the other two members, who actually gave me the confidence to think of this thanks to their very nice personalities and behavior towards me.

But oh how wrong I was.

Natsuki's personality is... Difficult. It's like she's always on the defensive, she's feisty and very rude and foul-mouthed. Every time you approach her is like if you had to be ready to dodge an attack at any second.

It wasn't long before our personalities collided and we ended up being on the edge of each other. Many times I tried to get on her good side but it seemed down right impossible that I finally ended up just bumping heads with her every time we talked to each other.

Not like she's a bad person actually, she's just very difficult to deal with. And for someone like me who's extremely bad at dealing with people in general, that is a problem.

Arguing is our everyday thing now, thankfully we've never got physical, but she seriously gets the best of me sometimes...

We have had some good moments though, very few but all of them are thanks to our other two clubmates who try to maintain a good atmosphere within the club.

To be honest, I'm not going to try anything different this year with her, I know it's not going to work.

I'll just have to bear with her and all the other things that made my days not so nice until this last year of school is over.

Deep down though...

I still hope this time could be different somehow...

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Natsuki's P.O.V.

This morning I woke up extra early, I got dressed and did my hair the best I could, somehow I felt freaking great!

I don't remember ever being like this during a first day of school but hey, there's always a first time for everything!

Oh how I know that now...

Anyway! School looks the same though, but there are new lost faces now, the new first years and shit, just like me one year ago.

I go upstairs since my classroom is now on the second floor, along with the other second year classes.

There's class 2-A, 2-B, 2-C and 2D, and also, two of the third year classes are on this same floor it seems, class 3-A and 3-B.

I walk down the hallway and just when I thought nothing could go wrong today, my eyes caught something through the window of what it seems to be classroom 3-A.

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Yuri's P.O.V.

"P-P-Please give it b-back...", I stutter helplessly once again. "P-P-Pee you said? Come on Murasaki! If you don't stop your stu-stu-stutter I can't understand a damn word of what you're saying!", says Satoru Katsuyori, one of my various tormentors now, a boy, ironically shorter than me, short black hair combed to the side and a pointy long nose that I was brave enough, I could make fun of, but of course that's not the case.

Once again he's just smirking deviously, swinging around my book and laughing at it... How I despise that laugh of him and the way he acts like he was such big thing.

But then again, I'm still even a smaller thing compared to him, I don't matter, I'm not worth anyone's effort or concern, some of them are even laughing quietly, I can hear them even through this fuzz.

It's alright, he'll get tired soon, or the teacher will arrive, then I'll have some peace.

I know no one will help me meanwhile though, no one ever has. Like I said, I am so pathetic and lame no one would ever give anything for me, I'm aware of that...

I want to go home.

There, I can get a bit of relie-

"Okay dick nose, I'll give you three seconds to put that book back where it belongs", those words spoken from a very familiar voice suddenly crash my train of thought as I lift my eyes and with huge surprise notice the source right behind Satoru.

"Huh?! How did you call me?! Who the hell do you think you are?!", Satoru exclaims, his face growing a deep red, because of the clever insult I believe. "Dick nose, which I'm sure is bigger than the one inside your pants if you're doing this kind of shit. Anyway, 1, 2...", and yes, that answer just confirms it, I'm not mistaken her, and I don't seem to be dreaming.

"You stupi-!!", Satoru begins saying but, well, he was quickly cut off as his face got even redder, this time not out of embarrassment exactly... He then seems to be struggling to stay on his own two feet and honestly, looking very funny with both hands in his crotch area finally trips with my bag and falls on his side still in the same position.

"Here", was all Natsuki said as she grabbed my right hand and put the book she somehow retrieved without me realizing the moment she did on it, before turning around and exit my classroom like nothing happened, all eyes on her though after she just landed her knee on the sack of a boy taller than her and left him there, on the floor wincing in pain.

Her hand... Felt warm, her skin was soft and compared to what I just witnessed, her touch was so gentle...

M-My chest... why does it feel like is tingling...?

W-What is going on with me...?

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Natsuki's P.O.V.

It's surprising how easy it is when is not him...

Whatever, that asshole got what he deserved.

Yuri... To think you too had to deal with such crap.

Dammit, now I suddenly feel like shit

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Yuri's P.O.V.

To my surprise, the day has been quiet, well, after Natsuki I mean.

Satoru managed to get back up and silently return to his seat right before the teacher came through that door.

Between every period, either him or the others would come to vent their frustrations on me but they haven't...

I grab my lunchbox and quietly leave the classroom to go eat somewhere else no one would bother me in case they felt like it.

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To nobody's surprise, I finished my food really quick. This spot behind the school is actually really nice, not many people come since it's too far from any classroom.

The view is not that great, it's just the troughs and a big water tank to my right and the tennis court to my far left, but is quiet and nice enough to have around 15 minutes of reading before the bell rings.

I open my book and start looking for the part were I left off.

...

The sound of a big "mmmm!" Like sound then interrupts the scene of Mr. Gray's monologue I was reading.

Curious to see where it came from, since I haven't noticed anyone around here I close my book and start looking around my surroundings. Turning my head left and right and trying to catch sight at far front, but nothing.

Was I imagining things?

"Mmmmmhmmmm!", again the same moaning of ecstasy appears almost as if they looked to answer my self question.

This time however managed to hear it better.

I stand up and turn around only to find a window right above my head and the bushes behind me.

"-Freaking good!!", I then hear a voice that seemed to have got louder the moment it spoke those two words.

A voice I instantly recognized.

I put my book next to me on the bench I was sitting and driven by curiosity, I climb on top of it, lean a bit forward and quietly put my hands on the edge of the window to now be able to see what's on the other side.

A small corridor, only two doors one at almost the apparent end, which actually is the beginning depending on the point of view, and one in the middle, and nobody else, except for a short, pink haired girl of two small twin tails tied by two red ribbons.

Although that's all I can see since she sitting and leant against the wall with her back turned to me, I have no doubt of her identity.

Natsuki.

Despite knowing her for almost a year now, I never got to see her outside the club.

Not once I saw her in the cafeteria or the benches outside. I always thought she probably just ate lunch in her classroom, but to think she'd come to such hidden spot.

I lean a bit more forward, careful of not making any noise and not letting my shadow project on the floor in front of her.

Then I catch a sight at what is making her moan so much. A lunchbox.

A rectangular shaped pink box. Inside what it seems to be a portion of rice, some meat I can't get to recognize and fruit salad, all around what it seems to be...

A heart shaped compartment in the middle with what it appears to be strawberry jelly inside.

This...

This is weird.

Why does my chest feel weird now?

It feels like if I'm slowly running out of air, breathing feels more difficult, it burns a little...

Wait, she's good at baking, surely she's good at cooking. Being the enthusiast of cute things that she is, this kind of decoration for her own lunch makes sense.

I step down the bench and suddenly my chest feels normal again.

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Natsuki's P.O.V.

I enter the literature club once again!

And once again, I'm second here.

Such president and vice-president we have, they're late as usual.

But always the first to arrive is that purple haired girl, tall and gracious like no other, violet eyes that hypnotize you as soon as you stare i to them, big-

Stop, not this again.

Not now.

No.

I sigh quietly and set my eyes on the closet in the back, making my way there the smile on my face creeps up again.

I put my backpack on a chair nearby and open the closet to retrieve the first volume of parfait girls.

First day, everything in place, second day, well, we'll see, right Monika?

I sigh a bit annoyed at the thought of my manga possibly in a higher shelf tomorrow, but quickly dismiss the thought.

I sit down and open the book.

I love reading this, even for the third time now.

I smile and before memories start coming back with every word and every picture in this book, I find myself forced to close it back.

"H-Hi", Yuri, now standing right in front of me says, running her long and delicate fingers through a strand of her purple hair as she shyly looks to the side, waiting for me to respond I think.

"Sup", I reply, still sitting on the floor, I decided to get up after that. "Need anything?", I ask with crossed arms.

"I-I just wanted to... Ummm... S-Say thank you...", Yuri says now looking at me, right in the eye, my face heating a little bit.

Damn.

"For what?", I feisty reply. "T-This morning, that boy...", Yuri replies, seemingly nervous.

"Ah... It's nothing", I say still arms crossed, I show impatience by tapping the floor with my foot. "I-I... Umm.. w-wha-", Yuri begins saying, not for long though...

"Gooooooood day everyone!", yelling as usual, there's our vice-president of the red bow and peach colored hair, bouncing her way inside the room. "H-Hi, Sayori", Yuri replies with a smile, waving her hand at her.

"I miss you two a looooot!", Sayori whines as she hugs both of us with each arm. I can smell that lavender fragrance again.

"Get off me!", I hiss as I push myself away from her group hug. "Meanie!", Sayori pouts as she stops hugging Yuri as well.

Then before she can start her usual rambling, I spot my save.

"Look, there's Monika!", I quickly said as I point at the door where our white ribbon president makes her way through.

Immediately, Sayori switches her attention in that direction like a puppy running after a stick you just threw away for it to retrieve.

I sigh and sit back on the floor again.

Then I remember.

I take a quick glance in front of me and I see Yuri, waving her hand at Monika.

But then, for around half a second, our eyes crossed.

I may be imagining things though, she took a quick glance at me and seemed like her mouth was about to open, her lips like, parting a little you know.

But then her eyes were looking at the front of the classroom again, and she left, a bit conflicted seemed to me.

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Yuri's P.O.V.

There's the final bell for today.

I close my book and sigh quietly as I start packing my stuff.

Monika's at the front rambling about not forgetting our poems tomorrow or something like that.

But clearly my mind is somewhere else.

I steal one last quick glance at my pink clubmate in the back of the room.

She's now packing her stuff.

She's... Taking I think it's 3 books from her box she stores in the closet and putting them inside her backpack.

Hmm, odd.

I quickly deviate my eyes before she can notice me staring.

It's been such a strange day, even here at the club.

Natsuki and I didn't argue.

We both were peacefully reading our own stuff.

I wanted to ask her what she was reading.

But I didn't gather the courage in time.

Also... I noticed something else between glances I stole at her during this hour.

She at one point pulled out her phone a was smiling, like, a smile I hadn't seen she could have.

It made me feel weird, both in a good sense and a bad sense.

I can't explain why, I don't really understand it.

I wonder.... What's goin on with her.

Somehow, I thought it'd be different today here after she helped me this morning.

But, well, it was, but not as I expected.

She's distant, not aggressive like she always is, just like a cold shoulder kind of distant.

Normally, I'd be fine with this after the year we've spent in this club, all the arguments and fights... Having her just leaving me alone was what I wanted but now...

I don't like it.

I want it to be like it's always been now.

Why?

Why is everything so confusing?!

Finally, I watched her go after she simply waved her hand in the air and walked out of the classroom.

Natsuki...

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A/N: Greetings and salutations again brothers!

Once again here I am with another Natsuri story for you to suffer.

As you can see, I'm writing this one in first person perspective, a change from my other stories that if you've read one at least, you'd know I always write in third person perspective.

So yeah, first person perspective, why? I just wanted to try that, see how bad I do and such, hope it's readable at least haha.

Anyways, this one shall be short too, of either 3, 5, 7, 11 or 13 chapters as much, time will tell how many ideas I get for this one.

If you've got here then I thank you for your time giving this shit a try and allow me to welcome you onboard again for another Natsuri ride!

That is all!!