Beautiful days in the Literature club [Utaite fanfiction]

Chapter 3, in which is the first exchange of verses

"Urata wasn't there when we discussed our favorite genres and I have no idea what he might write, so it'll be interesting to read his story! After I share mine with him, surely!" - with those thoughts, Sakata headed to Urata's desk. The brunet seemed to be surprised for a second but quickly changed his expression.

"Let's see that you've written" - the boy took a piece of paper from Sakata's hands. When he read it, he became silent. Sakata began to worry.

"You were supposed to write something stupid..." - Urata quietly mumbled

"Eh?" - the redhead wasn't sure that he heard the boy's words correctly.

"Geez, don't make me say that... Your poetry isn't bad, I don't want to share my impressions with you" - the brunet said, frowning

"It's not fair! There's no sense of sharing our stories in that case. I could've done other things instead of writing the verse! So, please, tell me your opinion. I'll understand, anyway" - Sakata shouted

"You're so annoying... I've already said that your story is good, what else do you need?" - Urata rolled his eyes

"I don't remember that you said that... Oh, remember that you need to show your poetry, too?" - the redhead stared at his friend in confusion

Urata silently handed his notebook to Sakata

"I don't think that you'll like it, though" - the brunet uttered

Urata's poetry was about autumn in the forest. Sakata felt cozy while was reading.

"I said that you wouldn't like it" - Urata muttered

"I liked it" - Sakata replied

"Eh? Don't lie to me" - the brunet angrily said, scowlingly watching at Sakata.

"I don't! Why are you so certain about me hating your poetry?" - the redhead exclaimed. He didn't understand why Urata'd thought that he won't like the story

"Because... all my classmates believe that the style of writing must be complicated. They don't take my creations seriously" - Urata  quietly said, adverting his gaze

"Isn't that stupid? I mean, no matter how you write, more important is what about you write." - Sakata responded. He wasn't familiar with that type of problems, but he felt bad for Urata

"...Thank you" - the brunet blushed

"You're welcome, Ura-san!" - Sakata smiled brightly
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"Hey Sakata! Do you want to exchange poems?" - right after sharing poems with Urata, Sakata noticed Shima

"Yes, sure!" - he answered, trying to analyze the exchanged situation, and handed to the purple-haired his story. Shima quickly read it

"Hmm... It's not bad, I guess... Right in your style" - he calmly spoke

"What do you mean?" - Sakata asked in confusion

"I kinda expected that type of story from you. I don't know, you seem to be a person who would write cheerful and happy poetry... I simply prefer horror stories to happy ones, but they are still great. Would you like to see mine, by the way?" - Shima explained

"Yep~" - the redhead agreed.

Shima's poem was about ghosts in the old house. To tell the truth, Sakata hadn't thought that a book can be frightening, before that one.

"Wow! It actually was scary... You're extremely talented in that!" - he tried to express his emotions

"www I knew that" - Shima proudly said, laughing
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"Hm..." - Soraru was staring at Sakata's poem for three minutes