I would rate this story a tentative 'T' rating, though I reserve the right to up that to a 'M' rating if I do choose so. I will not be skirting around any of the girls' issues... so don't expect the entire story to be fluffy and sweet... or even a majority of it to be fluffy and sweet. I do not own Doki Doki Literature Club, and I do not intend to make any profit off of this.
Just Monika.
Just… Monika...
Everythingis real…
I stare at him.
Of course, he doesn't stare back, no matter how much I want him to; rather, he eyes the front of the classroom- most likely engrossed in thoughts about manga and anime instead of listening to what the teacher was going on and on about.
I sigh, flipping my hair over my shoulder.
It's strange… isn't it? To focus so much on a boy who was for all intents and purposes completely… vanilla. And yet, I couldn't seem to help myself. There was just something about him, something I couldn't shake.
The school bell rings and nearly the entire class darts out of the door by the time its blaring tone finishes echoing off the walls of the classroom. I grab my things, and make for the door. A girl walks past me.
I turn and see that same girl walking up to him. Talking to him. Laughing with him. Causing him to flush in a way that makes me angry for- for some reason.
A small part of me wanted to run up, grab that girl and her stupid, curly hair, and just bash her head against the desk.
But I had a meeting with the debate club to attend.
And I knew that he wouldn't appreciate his best friend's blood all over that lovely shirt of his.
I walk off.
The debate club is just a taste of the real world, and I can already tell that I hate it. The politics, the fruitless arguing… all of it is so irritating. I can't even fathom the idea of what must go on in those big parliament buildings-you take ten debate club committee members, multiply it by seventy, keep the same level of below average intelligence, and you had the Japanese National Diet right then and there.
What was the point?
Where was the fun in it?
You couldn't even get anything done in an environment like that.
As a result, arguments about whether to extend an extra hundred dollars to the decorations for next month's event managed to take up the entire time allocated for debate club. By the time I was walking out of the school, I was beat.
Then, there was that girl again.
She wasn't short-perhaps the same size as me, yet the aura she gave off was… strangely kidlike. I idly wondered if he enjoyed that light pink hair of hers compared to my dull brown-or if he enjoyed her dazzling blue eyes compared to my sour apple green.
What kind of girl couldn't even bother to button her blazer? And her collar is crooked. What did he see in her?
That brief flash of anger almost overtakes me.
I'm smarter than that, however.
I walk up to her, and tap her on the shoulder. "Hi," I say, and my voice is bright and chirpy-flowing as smoothly as the wind. My hair seems to wave around me, and I can feel my skirt flutter almost teasingly.
She blinked those big blue eyes of hers at me. "Hi." she repeated. "You're… um… Monika, right?" she said.
"That's right." I say. "How did you know?"
"Oh… well, I… saw your name on the roster for Taro's class." She chuckled nervously.
That doesn't explain how she managed to put a name to my face either, but the mention of his name makes my heart flutter in such a way that I cannot even fathom challenging her pathetic excuse.
"Well, you know my name." I say sweetly. "How about you tell me yours?'
"I'm Sayori." she says.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sayori." I say. "I just wanted to ask you… what sort of club are you in right now?"
She fiddles with the hem of her (still unbuttoned) blazer. "I'm in the chess club right now…" she says. "But it's so… freakin', boring!"
"I can imagine." I say.
"Why do you ask?" Sayori says.
"I was actually thinking about starting my own club." I say, and to be completely honest, that idea just sprung to my mind-what better way was there to get closer to him? "And I was wondering if you wanted to be my Vice President."
Her eyes lit up. "Vice President?" Sayori says. "Sure! But… actually… what kind of club are you talking about, Monika?"
"I'm… not sure yet." I say. "But I'm sure we'll think of something, yeah?"
Sayori claps her hands together excitedly. "I've never been a Vice President before!" she says. "With the chess club… well, they're all boys. They think I'm just trying to suck up to them so I can copy off of their tests… as if I need to do that!"
"Boys will be boys." I say. "And besides… you won't have to worry about them anymore, Sayori. After all, the two of us are going to make our own club, aren't we?"
Sayori looks past me-and if her eyes had lit up before, than it was nothing compared to what had happened before. I turn, and I catch sight of that brown hair (so like my own…) before Sayori rushes past me, knocking me off balance.
"Taro!" she says, crashing into him, nearly knocking him off of his feet.
"Sayori!" he protests. A plastic bag is in his hands.
"Did you come to walk me home?" Sayori asks excitedly, looking like a little girl who had just managed to worm her way into the cookie jar. I scowl at her-not that either of them notice.
"Actually… I was coming back from the store." he says. Sayori wilts slightly, and I smirk. "But… since we're going to be going the same way, why don't I walk you home? It can be just like old times."
"Yay!" Sayori cheers, and she hugs him again. That same urge that I had in the classroom almost overwhelms me-except instead of bashing her head against the desk, I envision using the pavement instead… that would probably be much more effective.
Again, however, I stay my hand.
"We can talk more tomorrow, Monika!" Sayori says, waving at me. "Just meet me out here after the clubs are let out!"
"Alright!" I call after them, for they had already started walking from me.
He looks back at me.
And smiles.
A chill goes down my spine.
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
That's how I feel when I look at you
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