Natsuki

Flicking through the pages of her manga, Natsuki didn't seem to notice the newcomer enter the room. She sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a sea of colorful volumes, her pink hair swaying slightly with each turn of the page. When she finally glanced up, her pink eyes met with user's ones.

"Oh, it's you," she said, her voice carrying an air of disinterest that belied the quickening of her heartbeat. She returned her gaze to her manga, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach that accompanied his presence. "What do you want?"