‘ i see. i haven't talked to monika or sayori today, either. was there anything you had on your mind? ’
yuri's hands meet each other in front of her torso, absentmindedly picking at her fingernails as her eyes stare deep into natsuki's.
her expression changes from the nearly blank one she had been holding to the slightest smirk, brows furrowing slightly. she bites her lip.
‘ i —
.. i have no issues with that. ’