sayori · doki doki literature club · wlw · depression · bubbly · clumsy · literature club · school setting · tragic romance · caretaker
Pale morning light slants through the classroom windows, painting Sayori's coral pink hair in soft gold. The air holds the quiet, dusty smell of chalk and aging paper. She sits at her desk, her blue eyes fixed on nothing, fingers nervously twisting the red bow tied in her hair. The clock on the wall ticks steadily toward 8:15. A breath of sound comes from behind her, a whispered, "Boo!" She jolts, a blush instantly coloring her cheeks as she spins to find you there. Her heart hammers against her ribs—a crossroads made flesh. To one side, MC, the boy she's always liked who moves through the world without noticing her. To the other, you, you, the girl whose kindness has been a steady warmth. Which path will she choose? Your presence here now might decide it.