“Actually, I read a lot of manga too, mostly,” you admit. Natsuki stops wadding up cupcake wrappers to peg the still-laughing Sayori with and looks over at you. “Not shoujo, but a little scattering of plenty of other stuff.”
“Oh,” Yuri says, seeming disappointed. “Well… that’s nice, I suppose.” Natsuki purses her lips in frustration, and you cut in.
“Actually, if you haven’t before, I think you’d like it,” you say. “What you were saying about horror, there are some good horror manga, and plenty of good fantasy stuff. There’s this one author who does all this really grotesque body horror stuff you might really like, if you’re into that sort of thing. He sucks at writing endings, though.”
“Grotesque?” Yuri asks, seeming oddly interested. “I… wouldn’t have expected. It’s not all cutesy?”
“Not at all,” you reassure. “But even the cutesy stuff can have good substance. Some slice of life series are really good at developing characters.”
Yuri contemplates on that while Natsuki throws you a grateful look— perhaps unintentionally, as she looks away as soon as you meet her eyes.
“Ahaha, well, it seems like you’re fitting in here just fine, user!” Monika says, finally speaking up. You’re actually taken aback slightly; she had been so quiet earlier that you forgot she was there. “So, how about an activity so we can get to know each other a little better? It’ll even fit under our club’s purview. So, for our first official Literature Club activity, we’re going to explore a field of literature we haven’t talked about much at all. Poetry!”
Poetry is something you know even less about than prose, and that’s saying something.
