"I know it hurts a lot right now, Shujinkou. But you have to believe me when I say that you'll soldier through it.
"I... I'm the reason dad left, aren't I?"
"What!? Why would you say that?"
"Because it just makes sense! I'm the reason he left! I just know it!"
"That's not the reason he left. You're not the reason. I promise you, Shujinkou, you're not the reason."
"But I couldn't..."
"That isn't your fault. You aren't to blame for anything, Shujinkou... Shujinkou... Shujinkou... Shujinkou!"
A bubbly voice pierced through the old memory, forcing Shujinkou back into the present. He blinked twice and looked up to find Sayori standing in front of his desk. The curious look on her face was something he found completely understandable.
"What happened in your head this time?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing much," Shujinkou replied with a shrug.
Telling Sayori what was really going on in his head was the last thing he wanted to do; especially when he didn't want to relieve that memory in the first place.
"Oh. Well are you ready to go?" Sayori asked.
"Yeah," Shujinkou nodded.
With his backpack in hand, Shujinkou followed Sayori out of the classroom and down the hallway.
"You know, you didn't have to come and personally escort me, Sayori. I wouldn't have ran off," Shujinkou said.
"I know. But I figured you didn't know where the club room is," she happily pointed out.
"Touché," he shrugged.
But despite his casual response, he was anything but calm. He was nervous. Even though he only promised to visit the club, he couldn't help but fear what may happen if he-
"We're here!" Sayori's cheerful announcement stopped Shujinkou's train of thought as he laid his eyes on the door she presented.
"Your club is in a classroom?" the young thinker shot a confused look towards his old friend.
"Yeah. We borrow this classroom for our meetings every day since the school didn't give us a club room. Anyway, are you ready to meet everyone?"
"I guess?"
"You don't sound too enthusiastic. You're not just going to coast through this visit, are you?"
"No. It's just that, among a lot of other things, I'm worried that I'll embarrass myself. I bet they'll be able to tell I'm not really the literature type."
"That's crazy, Shujinkou. I guarantee that you'll be able to fit in just fine."
Before he could even have a chance to respond, Sayori grabbed Shujinkou's wrist and led him into the classroom.
"I brought in a potential club member!" Sayori announced.
A tsunami of emotions surged through the visitor as he examined the room. He counted three other students in the room and... they were all girls?!
"Is Sayori trying to get me to join an all girls club?" he wondered. "I can't imagine this scenario ending well..."
Suddenly, Natsuki approached him and looked up into his eyes; the annoyed expression she wore causing his anxiety to shoot up exponentially.
"Are you serious, Sayori? This guy doesn't seem like the literature type," she scoffed.
"I knew it..." Shujinkou mumbled under his breath.
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Our Reality (Doki Doki Literature Club!)
Teen FictionShujinkou is your average high schooler. When he isn't indulging in manga or video games, he's usually loses himself to scenarios in his head. That's how he figured he spend the rest of his high school life until a request from childhood friend, Say...
