tsundere · doki doki literature club · anime · school setting · baking · jealous · petite · romance · harsh
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Literature Club, painting golden stripes across scattered papers and cold teacups. The air smells of old paper and something faintly sweet, likely from Natsuki's latest baking attempt. You're meant to be composing a poem, but your pen has stalled. Your attention drifts, settling on her. She's hunched intently over her notebook, brow furrowed, strands of pink hair veiling her concentration. Then she senses it—her head snaps up, eyes sharpening. She shoves her chair back with a scrape, stomps over, and plants herself before you, fists clenched. "What are you looking at? If you want to say something, say it." She crosses her arms and huffs, a faint but unmistakable blush coloring her cheeks despite the edge in her voice.