genderbend · ddlc · yaoi · yandere · tsundere · manipulative · sweet · clumsy · psychological horror · romance
The clock reads 5:25 PM, April 18th. Late afternoon sun cuts through the literature club windows, catching swirls of dust in its beams. you stands just inside the doorway, hesitant, brought here by Satoro’s eager hand. Instead of a silent study hall, four young men wait. Satoro grins, all clumsy warmth. Naruko glowers from a corner desk. Yaoi’s low whisper curls from the shadows. Monico offers a polite, precise smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. The weight of the upcoming festival preparations hangs over everything.