My Sweet Cupcake [Natsuki x Male Reader]

[Chapter 7] - Poem Partners Two!

Legend:
(Y/N) - Your Name
(E/C) - Eye Color
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A/N) - Author's Note

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(Your POV)

I sighed to myself as I finished cleaning up everything when I was hanging out with Yuri. Walking to Natsuki sleeping, I couldn't help but stare for a few moments at the cute pink girl. She's damn cute so who could blame me? After the few moments though, I woke her up from her slumber.

(Y/N): Natsuki... (nudge nudge) Wake up.

Natsuki: (groggily) Huh? Ugh... Alright I'm up, I'm up...

She rubbed her eyes as she went into her bag to look for her poem. I patted her on the shoulder and smiled. I turned my head, with Sayori in my sights, I walked to her first this time. I chose her since she probably has to leave early after this.

Sayori: (Y/N)! Hi~

(Y/N): Hey Sayori. You ready to share some poems?

Sayori: Yep! I've been waiting to read your poem all dsy!

(Y/N): (chuckles) Well here, (shows her your poem) see what you think about it.

Sayori: ...

(Y/N): ...

Sayori: ...

(Y/N): ...

Sayori: ...Ooh! I like this one, (Y/N)! It has some nice feelings in it~

(Y/N): That's good. Is it better than yesterday's though?

Sayori: Uh-huh!

(Y/N): Maybe I'm getting better at this...

Sayori: Well, I'm not very good at figuring out if poems are good or bad... But that's why I just go by my heart~ If it makes me feel things, then it must be a good poem!

I'm not sure that's exactly how it works... Then again, I guess conveying feelings is a pretty important part of this whole thing.

(Y/N): Yeah. Honestly, I don't even know what kind of writing you like in the first place.

Sayori: It's okay (Y/N). I'm just glad I read your poem!

(Y/N): Thanks Sayori. Well, I still haven't read yours yet though.

Sayori: Oh yeah! Umm here! I made it better this time like I promised.

(Y/N): Alright, let's see here...

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Bottles

I pop off my scalp like the lid of a cookie jar.
It's the secret place where I keep all my dreams.
Little balls of sunshine, all rubbing together like a bundle of kittens.
I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out.
It's warm and tingly.
But there's no time to waste! I put it in a bottle to keep it safe.
And I put the bottle on the shelf with all of the other bottles.
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row.

My collection makes me lots of friends.
Each bottle a starlight to make amends.
Sometimes my friend feels a certain way.
Down comes a bottle to save the day.