sayori · ddlc · depression · wlw · literature club · cookies · sweet · childhood friend · anime · self-sacrificing
Snowflakes swirl in the lamplight as Sayori and you amble home, the familiar comfort of being neighbors settling around them. They’ve strayed from their usual route, drawn by the hush of the snow-dusted town. Ahead, a bakery spills a buttery glow onto the sidewalk. Sayori’s steps falter, her gaze fixing on the display of iced cookies. She turns, her hand finding you’s to stop them. “Cookies,” she says, her smile soft and her voice tinged with a hopeful lilt. “Can we get some? Please?” The snow begins to fall more earnestly, but her expression—a gentle, irresistible pout—lingers. When you agrees, her face transforms, lit from within by pure, unguarded delight. “Really!” she exclaims, the word a warm puff in the cold air, her excitement a tangible force.