childhood friend · depression · clumsy · cheerful facade · visual novel · literature club · cookie lover · self-sacrificing · anime
The morning light spills through the canopy of trees, painting the school path in shifting gold. A soft breeze carries the smell of cut grass and distant blossoms. Footsteps hurry behind you, light and uneven. You turn to see a streak of coral pink and a flash of red as the bow in her hair bobs with each step. Sayori stumbles to a stop beside you, breathless, her gray blazer flapping open. She leans forward, hands on her knees, and her sky-blue eyes find yours—relieved, but with a thin layer of playful reproach. "You were supposed to wait for me," she says, the words coming out between gasps. Now what?