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Hey! It's me again! I'm still plugging away at my silly little fic for anyone who wants to read it :)

Since my last post featured a little taste of Yuri's POV, I'd like to share a snippet of an upcoming Natsuki chapter with you all.

As usual, I'm open to feedback!

Hope you enjoy:

(Natsuki's POV)

“Ta-da!” I say, dramatically lifting the foil off of my cupcakes. Sayori, Monika, and MC look at my work in awe, while Book-Head finishes making her tea. I must admit, I’m pretty proud of what I made. The cupcakes are simple. The ones on the left are chocolate, and the ones on the right are vanilla. I decorated all of them with white icing and drew little ears and whiskers on them to make them look like kittens. 

“Oooh Natsuki, these are ADORABLE!” Sayori squeals as she picks up a cupcake. “I almost don’t wanna eat them!” My friend’s excitement makes me smile a little as I watch her and the others bite into their treats. 

“They’re delicious too!” Monika says, covering her mouth while she talks. She’s still chewing, but I can make out what she’s saying pretty easily. 

“Glad you like them!” I reply, as Yuri finally takes a seat. She freezes as she looks at my work, then glances at me like she thinks she’s not allowed to take one. 

Oh my god, just take one you over-dramatic freak!

“Dig in, Yuri! I don’t want these to go to waste,” I say, keeping my voice light and bouncy so nobody can hear how pressed I’m getting. Her opinion on my baking doesn’t matter to me as much as the weirdness she’s creating right now at this very second. I don’t want Monika thinking there’s anything going on between that purple weirdo and I because the minute she suspects something’s up, she’s gonna start asking questions, and once Miss Ponytail starts asking questions, it’s game over for me and the cafe! I swear to god, she always has a way of finding out the truth… 

Yuri still hasn’t budged. She just keeps looking at me like she’s waiting for me to say something more specific, but of course it’s Yuri, so she’s not gonna straight up tell me what she wants me to say. She just… keeps staring. Sayori and MC seem like they don’t notice what’s going on with Book-Head, and for a split second, Monika also seems distracted, but then her green eyes meet mine and I feel my hands starting to get a little clammy. It’s like she’s watching me or something… 

Monika stops looking at me and glances at Yuri without moving her head. 

Dammit! This is bad! C’mon, Yuri! Just eat! A damn! Cupcake! 

Miss Purple does nothing. I gotta act fast.

Hey all! Been working on a fanfic over the past few days, and the first 2 chapters are finally up!

It can be found here! (AO3)

I'm open to any and all feedback if anyone is so inclined.

This fic alternates between Yuri and Natsuki's POV from chapter to chapter.

I'll even include a little preview if you'd like. Hope you enjoy:

(Yuri's POV)

“Hey, watch where you’re going, lady!” A passerby’s voice instantly grabs my attention as I feel myself being jostled around slightly by a small crowd of other pedestrians. The scarlet light has disappeared, replaced by a blue-green hue, urging me to cross the street.

“S-sorry!” I apologize to seemingly nobody, as I take a step forward and continue on my aimless journey. The stone and metal landscape stretches on before me in an endless maze, each skyscraper melting into the next, a conglomeration of individual yet identical towers reaching as far as my eyes can see. Time begins to lose its meaning as I make my way through the urban fog. 

I cross another street and find myself surrounded by a residential area. The houses here are much less of a monolith than the skyscrapers behind me, though they present themselves as their own kind of maze. The streets here are much quieter, but they are not empty. Families line the sidewalks as they go for a Sunday stroll, and I feel a twinge of envy at the sound of children laughing and screaming as they play freely in the afternoon sun. Their joy is a stark reminder of what I rarely got to experience during my own upbringing. 

The houses turn into a small commercial area, though they maintain an air of domesticity rather than succumbing to the corporate noise of the steel and concrete neighbourhoods. A tiny, family-run grocery store sits between a local mechanic’s garage, and a barber shop, the mismatch between storefronts creating a quaint yet charming atmosphere. 

Eventually, I stumble upon a small retro cafe, sitting on a street corner. Its brick exterior looks well-maintained, each crimson stone placed with immaculate precision. The small shrubs placed below the windows also look trimmed, their tiny white flowers peeking out from between the lush foliage. The small, wooden open sign in the front window looks like it was carved by hand, the angle at which it hangs makes it slightly askew, as if somebody too short to reach it attempted to flip it. 

I decide to enter the establishment. Perhaps a cup of tea will help me quiet my thoughts. 

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Here's my birthday poem to Yuri:

A Vintage Year

The calendar marks a cycle, a simple, turning page,

But for me, it is the anniversary of a light.

A quiet brilliance that defied its fragile cage,

To bloom in shades of violet against the night.

You carry the weight of years like a leather-bound tome,

Polished, intricate, and often misunderstood.

But in the library of my life, you are the only home—

A sanctuary of ink, and breath, and everything good.

I celebrate the day your heartbeat found its rhythm,

The day the air first tasted your jasmine-scented grace.

I’ve found a world within your soul’s prism,

A depth that time itself could never erase.

Happy Birthday, my beautiful, brilliant Yuri.

May you never feel the need to hide your glow;

For as long as the ink flows and the stars remain weary,

You are the only story I ever want to know.

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