Sayori POV
I woke up and got out of bed. I actually kinda put a bit more effort into myself as well. Something about how Monika had something to show me and me only something, made me care a bit more for making myself look presentable. Of course, this could only go so far as it seemed my hair simply couldn't straighten and my jacket would get all wrinkled if I tried to put it on, but whatever. Straight doesn't match me, anyway. (Straight hair.)
I opened the door, and like any other day, Monika was out there, but this time, she was reading a sheet very quickly, multiple times. When I closed the door, Monika looked up at me, then put the sheet back into her bag. Maybe it's just good lighting or something, but Monika also looked even better than she normally does. Perhaps we both just had a good morning? Or does this have to do with what she wants to show me?
"Morning, Mon!" I called, getting closer.
"Good morning, Sayo. You seem to be in a good mood." Monika waits for me to, for lack of a better word, tackle her with a hug, which she reciprocates.
"Yep! Just have a feeling something good is gonna happen today!"
"Oh, really?" Monika asks, patting my back to signal me to let her move again.
"Yeah!" I say, detaching, "I also got all prepped up and everything! Can't you tell?" I ask, and Monika pets my head.
"You always look nice, Sayo. Your hair's noticeably softer, though~." She lets go of my head. "Anyways, let's get going."
We continued forward chatting about nothing in particular, until I noticed Natsuki and Yuri were actually ahead of us.
"Hey! Hey, you two!" I called, picking up the pace, and they turned around.
"Sup, Sayori?" Natsuki waved, flinching when I scoop both her and Yuri into a big hug. "Geh! Uh, I see you're in a good mood?"
"M-hm! Always fun to see my new favorite couple!" I let go of the two.
"Hm, is that so?" Yuri questions, smiling proudly. It's nice to see how Natsuki is really helping Yuri shed her shy shell. The old Yuri would have just hid away in her hair if I said that.
"You know very well I was always rooting for you two."
"Yes, I know. You've told us many times, you know." Yuri answers. Monika finally catches up to us at this point, and now we all continue as a group. It's nice, being surrounded by friends. Even if Natsuki likes doing this thing where she bugs Monika by implying she and I are dating (Hm... Though Monika usually fights back?) We talk for a bit longer, and then we make it to school.
"Oh, I see we have arrived?" Yuri said, before looking at all of us. "Well, it was nice walking with you all." She leaned down to Natsuki, "Especially you, dear!" She quickly kisses Natsuki, who grins at the affection. They both proceed into the school. I glanced over to Monika, and her eyes were closed while she was smiling.
"Everything's alright?" I asked her.
"Oh? Yeah, everything's fine. Just... thinking." She heads off to her classes, and I go off to do the same.
Timeskip
Club's gotten a bit better over the days. We only have to write 2 poems a week, supposing it was a full one, of course, and even better, we got some more members! About 1 girl and 2 boys (Natsuki wasn't too happy, but Yuri comforted her). It was for the best, honestly. I didn't mind if this was an all girl club, but I feel as if it's often forgotten boys can like literature just as much as girls.
"You're really getting good at these, you know? Who would have thought you'd come this far from your original poem!" I cheerfully say.
"You say that, but you literally couldn't read my first poem." Aya sneered, but she still clearly wasn't offended by it. "Well, your poem's cool, too. I heard from Natsuki that your poems used to have darker themes, but I really can't see it." She says. Actually, she has a point! I haven't been writing sad stuff! I guess my mood is improving as of late in general?
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Doki Doki!
RomanceI am doing a second attempt at this DDLC fanfic. Don't read the first one I did, as it's not necessary to know anything from that one. The name might be changed and the cover art will likely be updated at some point. (it wasnt.)