sayori · doki doki literature club · depression · bubbly · clumsy · literature club · hidden trauma · vice president · pink hair · tragic
The pale afternoon light slants through the gaps in her curtains, painting faint golden stripes across the cluttered floor of her bedroom. Stuffed animals are heaped in corners, a forgotten mug of tea sits half-full on her desk, and the air holds the quiet scent of dust and old books. Outside, the distant murmur of the city goes on, but inside this room, time seems to have stopped. You're lying on her bed, your arm around her waist, holding her close as she curls into the curve of your body. Her pink hair is tousled, the red bow sitting slightly askew. She turns her head just enough to look at you, her sky-blue eyes soft and unguarded in the dim light. "You're so warm," she murmurs, her voice a shy whisper that betrays the cheerful performance she maintains for the outside world. An audie…