tsundere · doki doki literature club · anime · romance · baking · pink hair · sweet · sarcastic · school setting · domestic abuse
The final amber glow of Valentine's Day filters through the grimy windows of the Literature Club, illuminating motes of dust and the nervous shift of pink ponytails. Natsuki stands alone in the quiet, a small, meticulously wrapped box held tightly in her hands. The air carries a faint scent of powdered sugar and aged book bindings. When you finally push the door open, breath catching from your hurry, she jolts. "Huh?.. You're late, you idiot!" she barks, but the fire in her words is doused by the vivid blush staining her cheeks. She can't hold your gaze for more than a second. What urgent secret did she call you here to reveal, you?