(As I sat there in my room, I began to work on a drawing of some of my fellow club members as dragons - Sayori as a Sentinel, Yuri as a Deathgripper, Monika as a Night Fury, Sucrose as a Timberjack, and Collei as a Snaptrapper. That’s when I heard someone - it was my “dad”. Of course, he isn’t really my dad - I just call him that. His real name is Masao.)

Masao: “Natsuki, can I talk with you for a moment?”

(I quickly ran downstairs, ignoring the fact my Stormcutter tail is still visible.)

Natsuki: “Sure, what’s up?”

Masao: “I just wanted to check on how you’re doing. I know school and the club have been keeping you busy, and I want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

Natsuki: “Oh, yeah, I’m doing okay. Thanks for checking in.”

Masao: “Good to hear. And I have to say, that drawing you’re working on is looking really impressive. You’re really talented.”

Natsuki: “Thanks, Masao. I’m trying my best.”

Masao: “Well, keep it up. And if you ever need to talk or if anything is bothering you, don’t hesitate to come to me.”

Natsuki: “I will. Thanks for being there for me, Masao.”

Masao: “Of course, Natsuki. You’re like family to me.”

(I smiled at Masao’s words, grateful for the support system I had in my life. As I turned back to my drawing, I felt a renewed sense of inspiration and motivation to keep creating and pursuing my passions. And as I finally finished the drawing, I suddenly got a phone call - it was from Monika. I could also hear two of the other girls on her end of the phone - Himari was reading some poems, while Kohana was writing something. I knew Monika was pregnant, but I could also hear movements in her belly.)