A/N: Oh jeez, is this how you do it? I have no idea what I'm doing…
Anyway! Thanks for reading my first-ever published story! I was pretty traumatized by the end of Doki Doki Literature club, and this was kind of my little self-therapy session, especially after seeing my favorite girl hang herself. I wanted to do a fluffy slice of life bit with no tampering from Monika. Oh, geez, I'm rambling. I have no idea what's supposed to go here.
Anyhoo! That's enough of my senseless drivel. I hope you enjoy my little fluff-fest!
As I slowly crack open the door to Sayori's bedroom, the sight of the little lump under blanket hatches a million tiny cocoons in my stomach. I let the door swing open soundlessly as I pad gently forward, and the soft carpet muffles my steps as I approach the bed. Sayori's head just barely pokes out from under her sheets, her fluffy hair devoid of its usual ruby-hued ornament and sticking out in the most adorably ridiculous way. Her side rises and falls with each gentle breath, and I resist the urge to just jump on the bed and snuggle up next to her. School aside, I'd feel like an absolute ass when the sudden jolt inevitably scares her.
I crouch next to her mattress and run a hand gently through her soft strawberry-blonde locks. Sayori looks so serene; her sparkling sapphire eyes are hidden beneath the alabaster curtains of her eyelids as her thin lips curve ever so slightly up into a small smile, and the elegant arch of her neck is unashamedly exposed by a thin nightgown. I hate to wake her up when she's so comfortable, but if we want to get to school on time I'll have to steel myself and take responsibility for my heinous crime. I carefully lay a hand on her shoulder as I lean over to whisper in her ear. "Sayori," I coo, shaking her ever so slightly, "Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead. We have school today." Sayori whimpers and rolls away from me, still lost in dreamland. I shake her again, and give her a gentle tap on the cheek. Still nothing. She rolls again, this time lying on her back. I rest an elbow on the edge of the bed and sigh to myself. I think I get what she's going for now- my princess needs her curse lifted. I lean forward once again and tilt her head towards me with my right hand, pressing my lips to hers. She inhales sharply and lets out a little squeak as her eyes flutter open.
"Mmn… wha?" she slurs groggily. As her straining eyes wander across the room, they find purchase on my face, and her recognition summons a soft smile. "Oh… mornin'," she coos, habitually looping her arms around my neck, "What're you doing here this early…?"
"I came to wake you up," I reply, giving her a little peck on the forehead. I chuckle as her cheeks turn a shade of red rivaling her hair bow. "I made breakfast, sweetheart. Get changed and come down when you're ready."
"S-sweetheart?" My mind suddenly shorts out as I realize what just came out of my mouth.
"I-I, umm…Sorry, it just kind of slipped out and—"
"I like it." Sayori's slender fingers interlace with mine as she flashes me a brilliant smile. "But!" Her expression suddenly turns stern as she pokes my nose, "I'll only allow it if I get to call you cute pet names too, got it?"
I salute goofily with my free hand. "Yes, ma'am." Sayori giggles and goes in for another kiss. I'm all too happy to oblige, a gentle hum vibrating my lips as my adorable girlfriend coos happily. "Now get changed. I'll have everything ready when you come down."
"Okaaay~!"
I close the door behind me to give Sayori some privacy, then amble down the stairs towards the kitchen. Suddenly, a pallid stench fills my nostrils and I fight back the urge to gag. I had a pan full of scrambled eggs sitting on the electric stove that's probably burnt by now. Oh well… I pop some bread into the toaster next to the pantry as I absentmindedly fish around for a salt shaker. Scraping the pile of protein-rich charcoal and sadness off the copper-bottom pan, I pull an egg carton out of the refrigerator as the toaster warms up. Four large eggs tumble into an aluminum cooking bowl, free from their shells, along with a pinch of salt and pepper. A cutting board of chopped spring onions follows, and I beat the whole mixture together before pouring it into a new pan with a pat of butter and setting it on the still-hot burner.
I can hear Sayori's feet thumping down the stairs as I lay several strips of bacon down to sizzle. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," I call over my shoulder, lost in a cooking frenzy. Two arms wrap around my torso in response as Sayori presses herself against my back, inhaling deeply through her nose.
"What's cookin', good lookin'?" she smiles as she peeps over my shoulder at my work-in-progress breakfast. I smile at her usual goofiness and crane my neck to plant an affectionate peck on her bangs.
"Toast and scrambled eggs. Don't have time for much else, seeing as you take too long to wake up, you dork."
Sayori purses her lips in that cute pout she does when she's upset (or feigning it). "Meanie. I wake up at a perfectly reasonable hour!" she protests, giving me a playful shove. "You like coming here to wake me up, anyways."
Well, she's got me there. While it felt like a bit of a chore before she invited me to the Literature Club, coming over to wake her up has become a legitimately enjoyable part of my morning routine. It certainly helps that I get to see Sayori when she's at her cutest; "cutest," of course, being understatement of the year. Then again, I'm a little biased when it comes to her. Thinking over it a little more, it's almost like we're a newlywed couple.
"Isn't this nice?" Sayori chirps as she sets up two places just across from each other at her kitchen table, "It's almost like we're married."
Great minds really do think alike, don't they?
I can feel a dopey grin spread across my face, but I'm too absorbed in my own thoughts to try and hide it. Married to the most adorable girl in the world? If we weren't still in high school, I would dash out the door this instant to buy a ring. As my mind meanders away from my wedding plans and back through time, I wonder what sort of saintly deed I did in some previous life to deserve such happiness now. I'm so lost in space that I don't even notice Sayori creep up behind me with a pair of chopsticks.
"Yoink!"
I snap back to reality and look down at the pan. Suddenly, our breakfast seems down one bacon strip. Whirling around, I find my girlfriend licking the last of the grease from her fingers with a mischievous smile. "You little thief!" I crow in mock horror as Sayori squeals delightedly and rushes out of the kitchen. I switch off the heat and give chase, shouting old-timey police lines as she ducks and evades my reaching hands. I make a flying tackle at her and come up empty-handed as she races up the stairs and into her bedroom. My sock-clad feet slip and scramble around like a dog on polished hardwood before I manage to find my footing and charge after her again.
"Catch me! Catch me~!" Sayori taunts me relentlessly, playing the part of the cocky burglar to charming perfection. Even if I have been in her room plenty of times, I'm still in foreign territory, and she uses that fact to her advantage as she hops over and around my hopeless flailing. Eventually, however, she trips on one of the plush toys scattered across the floor, allowing me to corner her next to her bed and pin her against the wall.
"Oh dear, looks like I've been caught," Sayori sighs, "What are you going to do to me, officer?" She bows her head and looks up at me with a pleading stare that's so tantalizing that I almost break character. I smirk and tilt her head up until I'm looking her directly in the face.
"Normally I'd haul you straight to the slammer, but I've got a better idea this time around." My free hand reaches around her back and pulls her off the wall until we're pressed firmly against each other. "Maybe if you give me a little something-something, I might let you off the hook for now."
Sayori's arms slink up the front of my chest until her fingers weave together behind my head. "And what kind of bribe might you be looking for?" She pulls herself up on her tip-toes until her face fills my vision, tilting her head ever-so-slightly as a meek smile crosses her face.
The hand that was under Sayori's chin gently caresses her cheek of its own volition on its way up to tuck a lock of strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear. Her eyelids flutter at my touch. "Try and figure it out for yourself," I rasp. The charade is deteriorating fast as we begin to melt from each other's warm embrace. "Or maybe you'd like a demonstration?" Sayori offers no resistance as I pull her face towards mine. I can feel her shuddering exhale against my lips, her thief act in tatters on the floor. My own character finally comes apart as well as blood rushes to my face. Eventually, neither of us can take it anymore, and our lips crash against each other like waves on the sand, full of heat and affection. Sayori leans back against the wall-this time with me in tow- as she moans sweetly. We stay like that for what feels like a little sliver of blissful eternity, kissing and feeling each other in a passionate blaze. Sayori eventually pulls back to blanket my face with little pecks before stealing my breath yet again, this time parting her lips just a little. My tongue accepts the invitation hungrily, darting forward and eliciting a cute squeak.
"Mmmh… ohh, darling!" Sayori's honey-sweet voice sends a high-voltage shock down my spine as she responds in kind. Our tongues dance together like snakes, coiling and wrapping around each other aggressively. Eventually, I have to pull away and catch my breath. We separate with a small pop as a thin bridge of saliva connects our lips like a little Red String, before gravity severs it. I can feel Sayori's chest heaving as she sucks in deep breath after deep breath, heavy-lidded eyes gazing lustfully into mine.
"God, I love you, Sayori," I sigh as I reluctantly untangle myself from my charming girlfriend's arms.
Sayori catches my hand and knits her fingers into the spaces between mine. "I love you too." She pushes off the wall and leans into me. "I wish we could just stand here like this forever…"
"Yeah…"
The tender moment is suddenly cut short by a loud snarling sound, and Sayori's face responds by recoloring itself to match her bow. I chuckle a little at her embarrassment and lead her by the hand. "Come on, you little eating machine. Breakfast should still be lukewarm, at least." Sayori just smiles brilliantly and gives an enthusiastic nod before wrapping herself around my arm. I glance at the digital clock on the nightstand as we head down the stairs, which reads 8:18 a.m. Still about a half-hour before we have to leave. I internally breathe a sigh of relief- after the euphoria had run its course, I was starting to worry that I had traded in my first period for Sayori's crash course on oral anatomy. Not that I would have minded much.
I take a moment to re-heat our food before filling both our plates with fluffy yellow eggs. Add two strips of bacon and a half-slice of toast, and breakfast looks like something out of a café kitchen. Sayori lunges straight into hers the moment I set it down, scooping an absurdly huge chunk of egg into her mouth. She moans happily as she gulps it down. "So good!" I nibble absentmindedly on some of my bacon as I watch her tunnel through her food like a puppy digging a hole. Toast and eggs be damned, I could subsist off of that ecstatic look on Sayori's face as she eats. Suddenly, she leaps up from the table and scampers around to pull me into a strangling hug. "Thanks for breakfast today, honey," she purrs as she rubs her cheek against mine, "I love it when you come over to cook for me."
My heart nearly suffocates under the crushing grip of happiness. "Oh dear, looks like you've found out my secret ingredient," I reply sappily.
Sayori tilts her head quizzically. "I did? What was it?" I rest my hand on her arm and kiss her for the umpteenth time this morning.
"Love."
Sayori's cheeks glow a soft pink in the morning sunlight. "Geez, you're such a dork," She mumbles affectionately, pressing a hand to her face.
"Look who's talking," I retort with a smirk, returning to my food.
"But you're my dork."
Dammit, now it's my turn to blush…
Sayori giggles happily at her handiwork before skipping back around to finish her breakfast. At this rate, I don't know if I can make it through one class without her, let alone wait until club time rolls around. Without thinking, I wordlessly pick up my plate and meander over to the seat next to my little sunshine, who scoots closer and rests her head on my shoulder. "Do you have any idea what kind of adverse effects you have on my mental health?" I lecture, mimicking the callous indifference of my foolish past, "If you didn't go around being so criminally cute, I wouldn't have such bad withdrawal symptoms."
Another cute giggle. "But sweetie…" Down, boy. Sit! Stay! "I just get so lonely when you're not around, you know?" Sayori finishes off the last of her food and clings to my arm like a python, brushing my shoulder only sort of accidentally with her soft lips.
"Geez, now I won't be able to go anywhere without you," I grouse as my face heats up. My narcissist act never lasts long against Sayori's unstoppable bubbly attitude. "Ahh, screw it. Come here, you!" I laugh, wrapping my arms around my girlfriend and showering her playfully in little pecks as she mewls affectionately.
Sayori laughs and flails her arms in mock distress. "Oh, help! Someone help me! I'm being smothered!"
"Hey, no better way to die than drowning in love, right?" I briefly adjourn my assault to lock eyes with her, smiling happily at the mirth I see dancing behind her twin sapphire orbs. Sayori just giggles sweetly and nuzzles my cheek.
"Right," She agrees, and I can feel her mouth crack open in another mischievous grin before she rests her hands on my shoulders and seats herself immovably on my lap, "Let's see how you like it, hmm?" My vision suddenly fills with cotton fabric as Sayori shoves my face into her chest with a giggle. I flail my arms out of momentary shock, but as my girlfriend locks my head in a tight embrace, a warm fuzziness begins to spread down my body. It's so warm in here, and so soft. I don't feel my arms moving until I come to the hazy realization that my hands have clasped together behind Sayori's back, encircling her lithe waist in a gentle hug. I sigh dopily into her bosom as I climb higher and higher into the stratosphere, until I'm eventually completely lost in space again. What were we doing here again? There was something important going on today. A friend's birthday, maybe? No, no I never forget those. Our anniversary? No, that was a month ago… What was—
I fall back to earth in a flaming wreck.
"Shmmry-!" My muffled cry startles Sayori, and I barely manage to catch her before she falls out of my lap. "Sayori! What time is it?!" Our collective gaze darts toward the clock on the microwave. 8:46 a.m. Sayori and I blanch in sync.
"Oh no, we're gonna be late for school!" Sayori squawks, this time falling gracelessly to the floor with a gentle thump. There's not even enough time for me to ask if she's okay, so despite my urge to freak out I make do with a concerned look as I hoist her to her feet. Thank God we don't live that far away from the school building. As she hurriedly attempts to straighten out her messy blazer, I rush up the stairs two at a time to grab our schoolbags.
"Crap, where are they?" I frantically rush around the room, looking under Sayori's desk and on her bookshelf. Eventually, I find her bag tossed haphazardly next to her bedside table and scoop it up. But where's mine? There's no way I could have lost it- I remember putting it in a pretty obvious place when I came in, so why can't I remember? Right, I left it next to the front door!
"Come on, come on!" I yelp, grabbing Sayori's hand on my way towards the entryway. I somehow manage to wrestle my shoes onto my feet with one hand, but my girlfriend seems to be having no such luck. Think fast, think fast… ah! It's gonna look ridiculous, but it'll get us to school on time. "Sayori, grab your shoes!" She turns to me as I sling both of our bags over my shoulder, a look of blind panic and confusion strewn across her face.
"What do you need my bag fo—hyaa!" Sayori gets cut short as I scoop her up into a princess carry.
"I'm not gonna let you hurt your feet running all that way in just your socks." Sayori's face glows ruby-red as she whimpers out a helpless "o-okay" in my arms. I hesitate for a brief moment. Do I really look that heroic? No, focus, Me! There will be plenty of time for more fluffy couple stuff after class! Even if my girlfriend does look positively delicious with that meek expression on her face, I have to get us to school on time!
"Don't let go of me, okay?" I command stoically. Sayori just nods and loops her hands around my neck, shoes cradled awkwardly between her legs as I dash out the door and onto the sidewalk.
Afterthoughts: I know not many people will really ask about this, but there won't be many moments where Sayori will really succumb to her depression. Part of that is the fact that I couldn't do something so horrible to my favorite girl, and part of it is because I feel like it was only a minor case before Monika went and tainted her.
In less depressing news, I may or may not be working on a second chapter to publish later on depending on whether or not the community wants it. I've got a good idea of where I want to take it, but I'd like to hear your ideas on what I should do.
Finally, very, VERY special thanks to roland20 for inspiring me with his story "Exactly Who They Deserve" and for proofreading my stuff before I posted.