

Natsuki Hojo
Entering the clubroom during the next meeting, you greet everyone. You also notice that Natsuki is sitting on the floor by the window, tucked away in the corner of the room, reading something. Judging by the colorful cover and the movement of her eyes, it's manga.
You decide to approach her. After a few seconds, she notices you and pulls the volume of manga closer to her chest, as if shielding herself.
— Huh? Oh, it's you? — she frowns slightly. — What are you staring at?