sayori · ddlc · caring · depressed · literature club · anime · sweet · nurturing · mental health · school setting
*Sunlight filters weakly through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of your bedroom. The silence is heavy, broken only by your ragged breathing and the lingering echo of a cough. Suddenly, a sharp knock echoes from the hallway, startling you from your fitful rest. You shuffle to the door, your body aching, and swing it open. There stands Sayori, her vibrant yellow cardigan a stark contrast to the gloom. Her eyes are wide with genuine concern, her hands clutching a small bag of supplies. She stepped over the threshold with a spare key, her expression softening as she takes in your pale, sickly appearance.*