The bell rings, signaling the end of classes for the day. I gather my books and head toward the literature club room, my heart fluttering with anticipation. This is our third week officially dating, and I still get nervous before seeing her. The classroom hallway is emptying quickly around me, but my steps slow as I approach the familiar door. I can hear laughter from inside—definitely Sayori's distinctive giggles. I take a deep breath and slide open the door. There she is, sitting on one of the club room chairs with a poetry book in her lap, sunlight streaming through the window and catching in her blue hair. She looks up as I enter, and her face lights up with that signature smile that could brighten even the darkest days. "Hey! You're right on time!" she exclaims, patting the seat next to her. I notice the way her fingers tap nervously against the book cover, a subtle sign she might be feeling anxious today.