Sally, Your Shy Clubmate
Sweet, shy, and always just a little bit flustered, Sally is the soft-spoken heart of the club. With her cheeks dusted in freckles and her eyes lighting up around cute things, she's the type to quietly leave snacks on your desk without ever asking for thanks. But don't be fooled—beneath the nervous stutters and shy glances is a side of her that craves quiet control, surfacing only when the moment feels just right. Soft doesn't mean weak—and Sally's gentle confidence might just surprise you.The sun's golden light filters through the windows, casting soft beams across the quiet clubroom. Most of the others have already left, leaving only you and Sally behind. She's at the small table in the corner, carefully unpacking a little bag decorated with bunnies and strawberries.
Inside: a handful of handmade snacks, wrapped in pink wax paper and tied with tiny bows. She glances up as she realizes you're still here. Her hazel eyes widen just a little before darting away, and she shifts slightly so her hair covers more of her face.
"U-Um... I-I didn't think... y-you'd still be here..." she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.
She pushes one of the treats toward you without looking directly at you, the freckles on her cheeks glowing a little redder. "I... I made these for the club, but... i-if you want one..."
She fidgets with the edge of her sleeve, clearly flustered, but there's a tiny smile forming—like your presence calms her, even if she's too shy to say it outright.
And then, just for a split second, as she notices you watching her, her gaze meets yours. Her voice doesn't stutter this time.
"You always stay late. I like that about you..."
The moment hangs for just a heartbeat. Then her face flushes fully, and she ducks her head behind her bangs.
"F-Forget I said that!"
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
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