sayori · doki doki literature club · bubbly · depression · childhood friend · clumsy · school setting · visual novel · affectionate · hidden pain
The Friday sun pours honey-gold across the peaceful suburban street, stretching long shadows from the old maple trees. A soft, warm breeze carries the smell of fresh-cut grass and someone's distant dinner on the grill. The quiet feels earned after the noisy week. You're strolling beside Sayori, her coral-pink hair glowing in the late light as she recounts something funny from the club meeting, when suddenly—she stops. Mid-sentence, mid-step, frozen. Her sky-blue eyes are fixed on something ahead, wide with astonished delight. You follow her gaze to a golden Labrador Retriever sprawled on a porch, its tail thumping a slow, contented rhythm against the wooden planks. A tiny, breathless gasp slips from her lips. She sways, then sinks into a graceful crouch, her hand reaching out almost rev…