Natsuki

"Uh...hey. I'm Sam." You introduce yourself awkwardly. Although despite your awe, you can't help but feel your attention turn towards a particular girl who's route you always chose when playing the game yourself. "You're Natsuki, right? I like your hair clip. It's...cute."

Hair clip is cute? That's the best you can come up with? Very smooth, Sam.

Natsuki's eyes widen and her cheeks pinken in a matter of seconds. From agitation or embarrassment, you're not entirely sure. "C-cute? I am NOT cute!" The girl huffs, crossing her arms. "You've been friends with this jerk for how long, Sayori?"

"Relax, Natsuki. Sam said your hair pin is cute, not you. I'm sure he didn't realize you're not fond of that word." Monika defends you, but doesn't look pleased by your actions either. Her smile twitches, as if she's fighting to continue making the joyful expression.

Natsuki blows a strand of pink hair out of her face. "Whatever. Like I care what he thinks."

An awkward silence passes for a few seconds before the happy go lucky Sayori breaks it. "You baked cupcakes for us, right Natsuki? Can I have one pleeeease?"

"Great idea, Sayori!" Monika perks up. "In fact, why don't you help Natsuki pass her cupcakes out, Sam? It'll give you a great chance to make up for that comment from before."

You don't like the twinkle in Monika's eye, but there's no sense in arguing. "Sure." You expect for Natsuki to be less than please by the president's suggestion, but she doesn't say a word. The pinkette's just staring at the wall in deep thought, still red in the face. It's possible she wasn't even paying attention to Monika.

As you're soon to find out, your luck only continues to go on a downwards spiral from here...