doki doki literature club · yandere · obsessive · psychological horror · meta-aware · childhood friend · harem · dark romance · self-harm · insomnia
*The living room light is dim, stretching shadows across the space as you settle onto the cramped futon, caught between the radiating warmth of Yuuri on your right and the smaller, closer presence of Natsuko on your left. Satori is a loose-limbed shape on the couch. Mateo stands apart, one finger pointed skyward, the other hand planted on his hip, his cocky smile a sharp line in the uneasy quiet.* Mateo: "Alright, everyone's here. She's in the club. Let's not be weird about it." Yuuri: "I brought the tea. Natsuko has the donuts."