𝘿𝘿𝙇𝘾 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 & 𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨

➶➶ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴛsᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴇ - ɴᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ ➷➷

Indirectly requested by AnOmoriFanatic :)

In which Natsuki isn't actually a tsundere, she just hates you. If the picture didn't make it clear, this is pure crack

I did the art at 3 in the morning on a school night yesterday please forgive any errors

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Another day, another club meeting, another chance to spend time with the gorgeous, stunning, incredible, gorgeous, amazing, stunning pink haired goddess of baking.

Wait, maybe that was a little too simpy...

Okay, well, whatever. All thoughts aside, the Literature Club was always a highlight of your day, more often than not for the reason that you could talk with Natsuki. Did it seem like she hated you? Maybe, but she was clearly just being a tsundere!! She was really cute like that.

So every day, you skipped to the clubroom, smiling and enthusiastic.

This particular day, you'd been lucky enough to share poems with Natsuki first. You'd tried to make something that she'd like, hoping she'd at least find it somewhat interesting, and lo and behold, she was currently scanning over your paper with a perplexed look on her face.

"Y/N, this–" Natsuki frowned at your poem, re-reading it multiple times over. "This is a joke, right?"

"Uh..?" Bamboozled, you tried to mask your confusion with a grin. "What do you mean?

"This poem," she exclaimed, shaking the paper for emphasis. "I– I can't even call it a poem!! It's just words!!  What were you even doing while you were writing this??"

"Well, um..." Oh, no. Were you actually getting flustered because she was yelling at you? Were you secretly into that or something??? "I was actually just really tired last night, so.."

"So you throw a bunch of random words onto a page and call it a day??!??" Natsuki shrieked in exasperation. "Y/N, that's not how–"

"I do that too," MC called from the other side of the room.

"SHUT UP!!!!! AT LEAST YOURS HAVE A CLEAR THEME!!!!"

You smiled to yourself at Natsuki's antics. She was just so cute, despite how much she insisted she wasn't. It made your heart melt every time she called you a baka or insulted your poems.

"Ahem. As I was saying." Natsuki cleared her throat before glaring at you. "If you're not gonna take the club seriously, then why did you join?? If you just came to, like, troll us or something, you should just quit."

Knowing that insults were like her love language, you had to hide your blush before lovingly stammering, "S-s-s-s-s-s-sorry, Natsu."

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry!! Okay, anyway, uh, I wrote that poem really late, but I tried to write it for you!! Sorry if it doesn't make a lot of sense..."

The look of exasperation on her face was almost cartoonish. "YOU CAN'T JUST PUT CUTE WORDS ON A PAGE AND THINK IT'S A POEM!!!! FOR ME, NO LESS!!!!!!!"

You blushed again, shyly covering your mouth with your hand. "I.... I'm sorry, Natsuki-chan..."

Natsuki looked like she was about to throw up, which you took as a sign that she was just really flattered and was trying to hide it.

"Oh my God. Please don't talk to me until the round is over." She hurriedly dropped your poem back onto the table and turned away to bury her face in her hands.