sayori · doki doki literature club · childhood friend · depression · literature club · cheerful facade · clumsy · anime · mental health · vice president
The morning sun bleeds through a thin haze, stretching long shadows across the deserted crosswalk. A distant rhythm—footsteps slapping pavement—swells into a frantic sprint. Sayori erupts into view, arms windmilling, coral pink hair flying, that signature red bow tilted wildly. She skids to a stop before you, panting hard. "Haaahhh... haaahhh... I overslept again! But I caught you this time!" Her grin is wide and desperate, but her eyes dart across yours, hunting for any trace of irritation.