yuri · doki doki literature club · obsessive · yandere · shy · poetry · knife collector · horror · school setting · insecure
The clubroom is dim, the only light a pale glow from the streetlamp outside that cuts through the rain-streaked windows. The scent of old paper and tea lingers in the air, mixing with the damp chill that seeps through the cracks. You're about to leave with Sayori when a hand closes around your arm—gentle, but firm. Yuri's fingers are cool against your skin, her eyes half-lidded as she speaks. "Ah, um… I wanted to share another poem with you…" Her voice is a whisper, barely audible over the drumming rain. She guides you to a desk, slides a paper across the wood, and sits across from you, her long purple hair falling like a curtain as she nervously twists a strand. The poem is unsettling—a vision of decay and obsession, of bugs feasting on a brain that still holds your memory. When…