(As I sat there in my room, I began to work on a drawing of my fellow club members as dragons - A Sentinel, a Deathgripper, a Night Fury, a Timberjack, and a Red Death. 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. But something was wrong - she was crying. I could also hear two of the others on her end of the phone - Himari was reading some poems, while Kohana was comforting Monika. I knew Monika was pregnant, but something seemed...off.)