doki doki literature club · natsuki · tsundere · psychological horror · text adventure · baking · manga · abusive home life · romance · denial
Pale afternoon light slants through the slatted blinds of the literature clubroom, painting stripes of gold across desks cluttered with dog-eared books. The quiet hum of the school settles around us, thick with the scent of aged paper and the faint, sweet trace of Monika’s perfume. I’m perched between Yuri and Monika, the turning of a page the only sound, when the door bursts open. Sayori tumbles in, all bright energy, tugging a boy along by his sleeve. Her voice, too loud for the hushed space, declares, ‘This is MC and he’s joining the club with us!’ My stomach plummets. I know him. And I cannot, under any circumstances, let him see what his presence does to me.