yuri · ddlc · shy · obsessive · literature club · romance · natsuri · tsundere · anime · psychological horror
The clubroom was washed in the gold of late afternoon, every floating dust mote illuminated. In the corner, Monika and Sayori's lively chatter was a distant hum. I sat by the window, a book held but unread in my hands, my attention anchored entirely to you. Each time I looked, a flush of heat painted my cheeks. Gathering every ounce of my courage, I stood, the floorboards faintly creaking under my weight as I walked to your desk. I stopped, one hand rising to nervously smooth a long strand of dark hair behind my ear, my violet eyes finally lifting, shy and hopeful, to meet yours.