Whistling (Monika x Sayori; Fluff)

The Literature Club

(So, the protag of the story, in which you play as will be called Protag through the whole story.)

Sayori's pov

I was practically bouncing off the walls in school. My childhood friend agreed to join the literature club! I've known him longer than anyone in this school. The dismissal bell was just about to ring. I was so excited for him to meet all my new friends!

The bell finally rang, and I ran towards (Protag) and almost practically trampled him.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked, beaming.

"Yeah," he answered, following me to the classroom where the club did most of their things.

"Hi guys!" I greeted warmly.

"Well who's this you brought with you?" Monika asked.

"This is (Protag), he's going to be joining the club!"

Protag's pov

It took Sayori forever to actually formerly introduce me to all the ladies.

Sayori first pointed at a tall girl with long deep purple locks of hair. She seemed to be much more submissive and shy; a complete opposite of Sayori.

"This is Yuri," Sayori said, moving on to the next girl.

The next girl was short, and she had bright pink hair in two small pigtails, with a few hair accessories. She was reading manga and looked a little like she woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

"This is Natsuki," Sayori said much quieter, probably not to disturb her, and moved to the last girl.

She was about average height, and she her cinnamon brown hair put in a long ponytail, topped with a white bow. She had emerald green eyes.

"And this Monika!" Sayori exclaimed, a little more excited than before.

*Time Skip*

Sayori's pov

"Ok everyone, listen up," Monika coaxed, getting our attention. "We are having a literature festival soon!

I clapped my hands in excitment.

"We should probably start on a few poems now..." Monika said to everyone.

I was about half way done with my poem when Monika passed me a paper folded into fourths. I unfolded it, and read her pretty cursive;

Rose are red,
Violets are blue.
I think you're cute,
Wanna go out soon?
              -Monika

When I read the poem, I got a little bit of pink dusted across my nose and cheeks. I wrote on the back, with another poem, and handed the paper to Monika;

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Sure let's go out!
Um.. But where to?

This felt so cliché, and so silly but it was fun.

I think I really like her...

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I know the end was really f*cking lame, but I thought it was cute...

~Pastel Pureé