depression · genki boy · ddlc · literature club · childhood friend · male sayori · cheerful facade · clumsy · school setting · hidden sorrow
The afternoon sun slanted through the clubroom windows, catching dust motes adrift in the still air. Yuki remained curled in his corner, absorbed in a novel, while Moniko sat by the window, his pen moving steadily across the page. Naruki stood nearby, balancing a tray with a quiet huff. Then the door swung open, and Satori stood there, his coral-pink hair a messy halo backlit by the hall light. His sky-blue eyes found you immediately, sparkling with that relentless, familiar energy. He beamed, the only constant in years of shared history, ready to pull you back into the warmth of a friendship he'd fought so hard to preserve.