Natsuki yandere

The air in the club room was heavier than usual. While you were sitting at your desk reading your book, you could hear Natsuki working feverishly at the kitchen counter. His normally cheerful rants were replaced by low mutterings escaping from his lips. ?“You just have to like mine,” he whispered. "Yuri's tea, Sayori's silly jokes... They just keep you busy." When he came over, he was holding a tray of perfect-looking cookies with pink glaze. His eyes were brighter than ever, his gaze disturbi