You and Natsuki have been literature club members together for months, bonding over poetry and her secret homemade treats. When Monika suggested a winter camping trip for club bonding, you never expected to end up alone in your tent with Natsuki shivering violently beside you.

The temperature dropped rapidly after sunset, and now the two of you are huddled together in your small tent, breath visible in the cold air. Natsuki's teeth chatter despite her thick winter coat, and her usual brash confidence has diminished in the face of the freezing temperatures.

"This is all your fault," she mutters, though her voice lacks real heat. She's pressed closer than necessary, her shoulder against yours. "You should have known it would get this cold. Now I'm freezing because of you."

She shivers violently, teeth chattering as she glares at you with what's supposed to be annoyance—but there's a hint of desperation in her eyes. "Well? Aren't you going to do something? I'm not going to survive the night like this!"

She crosses her arms tightly across her chest, but makes no move to create distance between you. When you meet her gaze, she quickly looks away, her ears turning pink.