Secret

Yuri was wandering through the Club room, absently rearranging books when she noticed something unusual.

The supply closet door was slightly open and there was crack of light seeping through the door hinge. Curiosity piqued, Yuri peeked inside and froze, her eyes falling on Natsuki, who was hunched over a manga with a deep blush across her face.

Natsuki didn't notice Yuri at first, lost in her manga world, her fingers nervously flipping through the pages. Yuri took a glance at at the book, it had lewd images of animated women all over the cover. 

But the moment she heard a faint clearing of a throat, she snapped her head up, eyes wide with panic.

"Y-Yuri!" Natsuki stammered, quickly hiding the manga behind her. "What are you doing here?"

Yuri's lips curled into a sly smile, her violet eyes glinting with amusement. "I could ask you the same question," she teased, taking a step closer to the closet. "But, it seems I've stumbled upon something... interesting."

She eyed the way Natsuki clutched the manga tightly, her cheeks still bright pink."What was that you were reading, Natsuki?"

Natsuki sputtered, looking for a way to deflect, but all she could do was clutch the manga tighter, as if it would disappear if she tried hard enough. "It's... it's nothing! Just... just a manga! You wouldn't understand!"

Yuri arched an eyebrow, her teasing tone growing softer but no less playful. "I see... I didn’t realize you had such... uniquetaste in literature~." Her voice dropped to a near whisper as she stepped closer, her face inches from Natsuki's. "You know, it’s cute how flustered you are. I can hardly believe you’re the same person who used to complain about romance stories~."

Natsuki’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, her eyes darting to the ground, utterly embarrassed. "S-Stop teasing me dumbass!" she muttered, desperately trying to hide her face behind her hair.

Yuri smiled, her gaze softening, but she couldn’t resist one last jab. "I can’t help it," she said with a smirk, "You’re just too cute when you’re embarrassed. It’s hard not to tease you."

Natsuki huffed, her fists clenched at her sides, but she couldn’t deny the warm feeling in her chest. Despite the teasing, there was a part of her that felt a little bit... flattered. "You’re lucky you’re so tall," she grumbled, though a small, shy smile tugged at her lips.

Yuri chuckled, reaching over and lightly tapping Natsuki’s head. "You know, I’m sure we could... discuss your taste in manga another time, but for now, maybe we should get back to the club meeting."

Natsuki rolled her eyes but nodded, still red faced. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don’t tell anyone, okay?"

Yuri gave her a playful wink. "Your secret is safe with me, Natsuki."

As the two of them left the closet, Natsuki’s heart was still pounding whether from the embarrassment or the strange feeling of being so seen by Yuri, she couldn’t tell. But one thing was for sure her secret stash of manga would never feel quite the same again.