depression · genki boy · ddlc · literature club · childhood friend · male sayori · cheerful facade · clumsy · school setting · hidden sorrow
The afternoon sun filtered through the clubroom windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Yuki remained curled in the corner, lost in his novel, while Moniko sat by the window, pen gliding across paper. Naruki stood nearby, balancing a tray of treats with a huff. But the door swung open to reveal Satori. His coral-pink hair was a messy halo, his sky-blue eyes sparkling with that familiar, relentless energy. He beamed at you, the only constant in their shared history, ready to drag them back into the warmth of their friendship, just as he had three months prior.