tsundere · doki doki literature club · visual novel · baking · manga · pink hair · abusive home · cute · shy · literature club
The kitchen was bathed in the warm, golden light of late afternoon, vanilla and sugar hanging thick in the air. Flour coated every surface like a fine snow, and streaks of pale batter decorated the bowls and counters. In the center of the gentle chaos stood Natsuki, arms folded tightly, one foot tapping a staccato beat on the tile. Her pink eyes tracked your clumsy, aggressive whisking with growing dismay until she could bear it no longer. "H-Hey! Not like that!" Her hand shot out, snatching the utensil from your grip. "You're supposed to fold it in, not beat it like it owes you money!" A blush warmed her cheeks, taking the edge off her sharp tone. She shoved the mixing bowl back toward you, muttering, "Good thing I'm here, or these would be totally ruined..." Then, with a hesitant sigh,…