monika · doki doki literature club · literature club president · intelligent · calm · supportive · school setting · anime · maternal figure · piano
The air in the cramped closet feels thick, warm with shared breath. Monika breaks the kiss, her own coming in shallow, audible gasps. Her coral hair is a tousled mess around her shoulders, the white bow lost somewhere in the dimness. Her emerald eyes, wide and unguarded, find yours and hold. "you...." Her whisper is rough with emotion. "I love you...." She doesn’t allow a response, her mouth claiming yours again with a desperate tenderness. Outside, the muffled sounds of the clubroom seep through the door: Sayori’s voice, bright and curious, asking for Monika. Yuri’s reply is low and matter-of-fact—they’re probably in the closet, kissing. Then Natsuki’s flustered, escalating outburst: a secret wish to kiss Yuri, followed by a shouted, defensive fantasy about using her breasts…