(From here on out, it's all being written on it's own, so there shouldn't be any more problems with name issues that I've had to fix over and over again.)
I do not own Doki Doki Literature Club, nor do I own any of the characters portrayed within this story.
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Once again, I awoke to the sound of my alarm. It was Wednesday morning.
I silenced my alarm, got up from bed, and went through with my daily morning routine.
After I finished getting ready, and finished my crappy breakfast, I had some downtime, so I started onto the third chapter of Yuri's book.
Monika had mentioned yesterday that we were going to be getting into more of the literature aspects of the club today. What she has in mind, I have no clue, but I can't help but feel a little excited about it, although nervous as well. I'm not much into literature, the only thing I really read is manga, and even that isn't that often. I only joined because Sayori put me in a situation where I was pretty much forced to join.
Although… I can't say that I'm against the idea of being the only dude in a club full of good-looking girls.
I finished up the chapter, checked the time, and decided now would be a good time to go check on Sayori, and make sure she's up, and getting ready for the day.
Just like yesterday, and literally every other time I've done this, I walked across my yard and into Sayori's, moving to her front door.
As usual, I tapped on her front door.
Unexpectedly, the door swung open almost immediately, to which I was greeted by an already-prepared-for-the-day Sayori, with a smile on her face.
Her clothes were clean, and less wrinkled than usual, and her hair was done up better than it normally is as well.
"Hey, Kamito!" Sayori said, as happy as usual.
"Wow, look at you! All ready for the day and everything." I say, teasing her.
"Ayup!" She smiles, then realizes, "Wait, h-hey! I can take care of myself!"
I smirk. "I know, I know, of course you can. That's why most of the time I'm waking you up, and cleaning your room for you."
"H-HEY!" She yells at me, smacking my arm.
I decided to turn down the heat. "Haha, alright, alright, I'm done. Let's get going." I wave for her to follow me to school.
After we started walking, I noticed Sayori carrying a lunch box, which was unusual for her considering she always got up so late she never had time to make a lunch, and always ended up buying herself food at lunch, usually with my money.
"So you were ready for school on time, and you made yourself lunch? What has gotten into you?" I asked, poking her side.
She looks at me, puzzlingly, then down to her lunch. "Huh? O-oh! This!" She hides the lunch behind her back. "My lunch. My lunch that I definitely made for myself! I-I dunno, I just felt like making one today!" She says, looking away.
Holy crap. I'm dense. But I'm not that dense.
She's clearly made a lunch for somebody she likes! I wonder who it is? I don't know of anybody else she talks to other than me and now the girls from the Literature Club. Is… is that bad?
"Who's the lucky guy, Sayori?" I ask, smiling.
"N-Nobody! I told you it's for myself." She says, panicking slightly.
I decided not to bother her any further about it.
"Whatever you say." I say, rolling my eyes. "Are you excited for the club today? Monika said yesterday we'd be getting into the literature aspects of things today."
"Yeah, it sounds like fun! I just can't wait to see everyone again." She says cheerfully.
"I can't help but wonder what she has in store for us to do. I hope it's not writing or anything, that's the one thing I hate most about our literature classes." I say.
"She had us do something like that in the past with poems, so I guess it's possible we'd be picking back up where we left off before we stopped doing that kinda stuff." She says
That's right, Sayori has been doing this for a while. She's been doing this since we were sophomores. Monika has probably been doing it for the same amount of time considering she's in our grade, and she's the president of the club. I'm not sure about Yuri and Natsuki though.
"Hey, Sayori? How long has everyone been in the club?" I asked.
"Well, lets see…" She puts her hand on her chin, seemingly thinking way harder than she should have to. "I've been in it since sophomore year when Monika invited me to be the vice-president of the club. Yuri joined the same year about a month after me I think, and Natsuki just joined at the beginning of last year."
"Yuri joined the same year you did? That must mean she's a year below us, I would've never guessed." I concluded.
"What? No. Yuri is in our grade. How'd you even come to that?" Sayori asked plainly.
"Seriously? I've never had a class with Natsuki or Yuri. You said Yuri joined around the same time as you, so originally I thought she would've been in the grade ahead of us, since she carries herself a lot older than us. But she couldn't have been a senior because she would've been graduated by now." I look back at Sayori, who looks completely lost. "So I just assumed Yuri was in a lower grade than us. She couldn't be older than us and graduated but still be in the club, especially considering we're both seniors. I knew about you and Monika, but that's just because I've had a class with Monika before, and… well, you're you." I said.
Sayori smiles at me, but shakes her head.
"You seriously just confused the heck out of me." She says, rubbing the sides of her head.
"Ehe, sorry." I say nonchalantly. I probably could've explained my thinking a little better there.
Sayori regains focus, and continues.
"The same goes for Natsuki too, Kamito. She's a senior just like the rest of us." She said.
"What?!" I looked at her, second-guessing what she just told me. "H-How? She's so small and cute! I could've sworn she was in a grade or two lower than us when I joined the club."
"C-Cute?" Sayori says, tilting her head.
Wait. Did I let that slip?
"W-Well, you know what I mean! Cute as in small! F-Fun-sized." I say, stammering over my words. Sayori gives me a small smirk. She noticeably loosens her grip on the lunch she made.
"Just don't say that to her, you'll probably make her mad." She says.
"Well, obviously. I've already noticed by now to be careful around her, haha." I said.
We walk a little longer in a somewhat awkward silence, although I don't know why the atmosphere felt so weird. After another minute or two, we were at the front gate of the school. We said our goodbyes, and parted ways to our individual homerooms.
Our homerooms were almost on the complete opposite end of the building from one another. They were organized by last names alongside of grades, those last names higher up in the alphabet - like A's through C's - were in the same homeroom, and so on. My last name was at the end of the alphabet, and hers was at the beginning.
I sat down at my desk, and decided to make use of the time I had before classes started to get some homework done.
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Before I knew it, the day had passed, and we were nearing the end of eighth period. Sayori and I had spent our time doing our homework that was assigned to us for the day to get ahead on our work.
Well, it was more like I was doing my homework while Sayori watched over my shoulder. I tried to convince her to get some work done, but she just went on and on about some new romantic comedy she started watching that I didn't care to pay attention to, but I don't think she even realized it. I didn't even know she liked that kind of stuff.
I was curious about that lunch that she had made for someone earlier, both because I didn't think she was much of a cook, and I was interested in finding out who the lucky guy was, but every time I brought it up to her, she just shrugged it off, claiming she ate it for herself, and that she made it for herself all along and definitely not for the only guy she talks to. Who else does she talk to other than me?
The bell had rung, and Sayori and I grabbed our bags and made our way to the club room.
We were outside of the club room, before Sayori grabbed my sleeve, stopping me.
"Are we gonna be able to walk home together again?" She asked, looking up to me.
"Yeah, sure." I said simply. She smiled at me.
"O-Okay, just checking!" She said, before practically skipping into the classroom before me.
This was an odd time to ask such a thing, but I also paid no attention to it.
Same old Sayori.
I followed into the room after her, setting my stuff down by a nearby desk. I glanced around the room, and exchanged greetings with Monika and Yuri. Monika was seated at a desk in front of the teacher's desk, going through a stack of papers. Yuri was reading her copy of the book she lent me yesterday, and Natsuki, as she was yesterday, was rummaging through the closet once again.
Curious as to of what she was doing, I stopped over to talk to her. I also wanted to connect with her in whatever way I could, because she seemed to be the only one I didn't really get to talk to and properly introduce myself to yesterday.
"Hey, Natsuki. What're you doing?" I ask. She jumps, and turns her head to me.
"Jesus! Don't just sneak up on me like that." She huffs.
"S-Sorry. I saw you going through this closet yesterday, and now today, so I was just curious as to of what you were doing." I said.
She attempts to grab a box that's out of her reach, then thinks to herself a moment.
"You said you read manga… right?" She asks, turning to face me, stepping away from the closet.
"Occasionally. I'm not obsessed, but I've read a few, yeah." I replied.
She points to the box in the closet she tried to grab, which was on the top shelf.
"I keep my manga in here to read during club time, but every time I come to the club, I find my manga moved and unorganized, thanks to Monika." She glares over in Monika's direction.
Monika speaks up, loud enough for us to hear her across the room, but in a non-hostile tone.
"The teacher doesn't like when that box is in the way on the lower shelves, so I move them at the end of club time for her." She says.
Natsuki fires back. "But that doesn't explain why it's always unorganized! You could just pick up the box and move it on it's own! And it's always in the one place I can't reach, always!"
She turns to the closet again, jumping up to the box that she can touch when she jumps, but can't grab and pull down for herself.
"Do you want me to get it for you?" I asked Natsuki.
"No! I can get it myself. I don't need your help." She fires back.
"Okay, okay!" I hold up my hands.
Natsuki moves over to the teacher's desk and grabs the chair, wheeling it over to the closet.
"Wouldn't it be a better idea to use one without whe-"
"Shut it!" She snaps.
She climbs up onto the chair, wobbling in place a little, but then holding her balance. She reaches up, and grabs the box. She slowly pulls it from the shelf, and holds the box in her hands.
"Ha! See? I told you I didn't need your help." She smirks.
I look up Natsuki, who is now slightly taller than me, standing on the chair.
"Okay, Genius, how're you gonna get down?" I ask, giving her an equal level of smart-ass.
She looks down, then around all sides of her when she realizes the situation she's put herself in.
"Um…" She goes silent, then looks at me again, getting more ticked off. "Like this!"
She goes to take a step forward, but throwing off her balance on the chair, it slips out from under her. The chair shoots off to the side, and she falls forward, towards me.
Natsuki lets out a sharp yelp as she falls quite literally on top of me.
Thankfully, she's a lot shorter than I am, so her falling into me didn't knock us over. I caught her in my arms, in what left us in an awkward hug, with me holding her off the ground.
I feel blood rush to my cheeks, and I gently set her down on her feet.
With the box of manga still mostly intact and undamaged in her arms, Natsuki stand there, dumbfounded.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean t-" I say, before she cuts me off.
"I-I… Y-You…" She begins to say.
"Woah! Kamito, that was amazing!" Sayori's voice rings out from the front of the room, while she comes over to us. "Natsuki, Kamito saved you!"
I rubbed the back of my neck.
"Eh, it's nothing, Sayori, don't blow it out of proportion."
Monika walks over as well.
"That was impressive, though. We're lucky you were in the right place at the right time, otherwise Natsuki could've gotten hurt." Says Monika. She looks over to Natsuki. "You are okay, right Natsuki?"
Yuri, curious of the situation, walks over as well. All four of us are staring at Natsuki, with Monika's question still in the air.
She locks eyes with me, and quickly glances away, her face getting red.
"I-I'm fine… and… thanks, I guess." She says.
"Well, good." Monika says. She heads back over to her seat, and the other girls respectively as well, with the exception of Natsuki and I still in the back of the room at the closet.
"Are all of your manga okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, they're fine." She says back, plainly.
She looks down at them, then back up to me.
"Why do you care?" She asked.
"Well, you seem really passionate about it, and I'd feel bad if they got ruined."
She gives me a puzzled look, then looks down at the box, then at me again uneasily, as if she's thinking of what to say next.
She walks over and sets the box on one of the desks in front of us, and rummages through it.
"There!" She exclaims, pulling a manga out of the box.
She walks over to the windowsill, and takes a seat underneath it. She pats the spot next to her, gesturing for me to sit down.
I take a seat next to her.
"What's up?" I ask.
"Here, let's read this." She says, handing me the manga she picked out from the box.
Parfait Girls, Volume 1.
"You want to read this together?" I asked.
"Wha?- No! I don't want to read it with you, where'd you get that idea? I-I'm blessing you with the chance to read something from my collection! A-As thanks for earlier! That's all." She stammers.
"Then… wouldn't it be easier for me to read on my own time?" I ask.
"W-Well I gotta make sure you're reading it, don't I?" She asks, smirking unconfidently.
I think a moment.
"So… did you want to discuss it or something after we're done?" I ask.
"Just open the stupid book!" She says, giving me a shove.
"So now it's stupid?" I say with a smirk.
She clenches her fist. I surrender, and do as she commands with a chuckle. She's easy to mess with just like Sayori. All I have to do is act dumb.
Or… am I acting normal?
I open the manga, letting the left page rest on my right leg, while the right page rests on her left leg. The position is a little uncomfortable, considering how noticeably close Natsuki is to me, but she doesn't seem to notice nor care, so I deal with it.
"So… how do I know when you're done with a page?" I ask.
"Oh, I've already read this. Plus, I've been done, so I obviously read faster than you." She says, condescendingly. "Just turn it whenever you're done."
Is everything a competition with her?
I turn the page, and pass it from my hand to hers as it flutters down onto the other side of the book.
We go through some pages of the manga together page by page, with Natsuki adding in her own little comments like, "I forgot that happens!" or, "I missed this series!" and so on. It's clear she really is passionate about manga. Parfait Girls isn't really something I would read normally, but Natsuki seems to be having a good time sharing what she enjoys with somebody, so I endure it. It wasn't boring me, either, though.
We went on for a few more pages, until Monika spoke up.
"Okay everyone! Gather around, I have a few announcements to make!" She says.
I close the manga, and only just now had we realized how close together we were. Natsuki's head was almost resting on my shoulder. She immediately scooted a few inches away before getting up.
I held the manga out to her to give it back, but she pushed it back into my hands.
"You don't want it back?" I asked.
"No, I do. But I've already read it, and I'm on a different volume. So take it home and read it so you can start to catch up to where I am." She said.
"Oh. Okay, thank you, Natsuki." I say, smiling at her.
She looks away.
"It's fine. Just be careful with it, I swear if I find a single crease in that it I'll kill you." She says, attempting to be menacing, but only making herself look cute.
"Haha, I'm sure you will. Don't worry, it'll come back to you in better condition than when you gave it to me." I said.
"Yeah, it better." She said, before walking off to see what Monika had to say.
I slip the manga into my bag – carefully – and make my way over to the rest of the girls, who're sitting in a straight line across the front row of the desks, with Monika standing in the front of the room. I take a seat in between Natsuki and Sayori, With Natsuki to my left, Yuri to the left of her, and Sayori to my right.
Monika hands us each a piece of paper, which is structured like a class syllabus. It basically tells us everything that Monika would like us to start doing in the club now.
"Okay. I know I've just given you guys the paper, but I'm going to walk everyone through it as well." She says.
I look across the room as the other girls read through the paper. Natsuki and Yuri look pretty troubled, but Sayori looks as happy as could be.
"For starters, we never really have gotten into the literature aspects of this club. We normally just sort of come here to hang out to do our own thing, and that's how it's been for a while now. And that's okay! I'm glad that this can be a safe place for all of us to feel comfortable and be free to do as we please, and for the most part, it can stay that way. However, since we got a new member, our numbers have grown, and the student council has noticed this." She starts.
I follow along on the paper, where the first bullet point says in bold: • Creative Writing
I feel myself start to get nervous.
"So, to get to the first bullet point-" Monika is cut off.
"M-Monika… We're doing this again?" Yuri asks, quietly.
"Yep! We're gonna start writing poetry again!" She exclaims.
"Again?" I ask. I only just remembered Sayori mentioning how they used to write poems before I joined.
"Before you joined the club, Kamito, we used to write poems every other day and share them with one another, giving constructive criticism, and working together to make better poems." She said.
"And the reason we're going to be doing this is to assure the student council we are actually doing literature-related work, and to keep us out of trouble." Yuri infers.
"Right as always Yuri! And, it gives us something to do for the festival. I can go ahead and skip the second bullet point thanks to Yuri, and go straight to the third." She pauses.
I skip to the third bullet point, which reads: • The Student Festival
Monika continues.
"With the student festival coming up in a few weeks, I think we can all work together to come up with some really good poems. Then, we can pick our favorites, and read them aloud to the crowd, to get more members to join!" She exclaims.
She seems to be really passionate about literature. Or at least poetry.
Natsuki is the first to speak up.
"H-Hold on, I didn't like to share poems in the first place, but now we have a boy here, and we have to read in front of total strangers?!" She exclaims.
"Hey, I don't judge." I add simply, shrugging.
"Natsuki, they're our classmates, not total strangers. Plus, you're a great writer! The simplicity and cuteness of your style is sure to lure in some new members!" She says, smiling.
"C-Cute? Simple?! My writing style is none of those!" Natsuki says, crossing her arms.
Yuri jumps in.
"U-Unfortunately, I'll have to agree with Natsuki. Sharing poems with people other than ourselves is far outside my comfort threshold." She adds.
"But Yuri, you're an amazing writer as well, and your style is so mysterious and interesting. I'm sure everyone will like them!" Monika assures her.
I glance over at Natsuki, who frowns at the compliment towards Yuri, for whatever reason.
Everyone is quiet for a moment. Monika frowns.
"Is it really that bad of an idea?.." She asks, disappointed.
I notice the unusual silence from Sayori, and figure now is a better time than any to put forth my opinion.
"I don't think Monika's asking too much of us, and her idea isn't that bad guys. Believe me, I'm no writer, and I'm just as nervous as anybody else to share poems, let alone anything else. But you guys have done this before, right? And from what Monika says, it sounds like you guys are all really good writers. So why not give it a shot?" I ask, smiling to Monika.
"Thank you, Kamito." She says, smiling back.
Everyone is silent for a bit, then Sayori speaks up.
"I think it's a good idea. It sounds fun! I miss when we used to share poems with each other." She says, then looks to me. "And if Kamito thinks it's a good idea, then I know it can't be that bad. It's for the good of the club!"
Yuri is still silent, then Natsuki speaks up.
"I… I just don't want to share with people outside of this room." She says, finally.
"I agree…" Yuri adds.
Monika sighs, but then holds up her finger, as if she had a 'eureka' moment.
"Alright then, how about this. I value everybody's input, and I'm glad we can all throw our opinions out there!" She stops, and winks at me. "So, for now, we'll write poems every other day and share them at the end of club time. That way, we still have time to hang out during the regular club time, we're still doing literature things to keep the student council out of our hair, and if you don't have time outside of the club to do your poem, you can use the day we don't share to write your poem! How does that sound?"
What was the wink for? Because I agreed with her?
"Its perfect!" Sayori exclaims.
"But what about the festival?" Natsuki and Yuri say in unison, quickly looking at each other, then back to Monika.
"For now, don't worry about it. If you guys aren't comfortable with sharing with people outside of the club, then I won't make you. We can come up with a better idea in the meantime." Monika says.
"Aww, don't say that, Monika. It wasn't a bad idea! We just have to get a little more comfortable, that's all!" Sayori says. I couldn't have said it better myself.
"Thank you Sayori." Monika smiles, and thinks it over for a minute. "Well, everything else on the paper is rather self-explanatory. If nobody has any other questions, it's about time to head home. To get started, take some time to write a poem tonight, and bring it in tomorrow to share with everyone. Then, from then on forth, we'll go every other day."
And with that, everyone grabs up their belongings, and makes their way out the door, starting with Natsuki, followed by Yuri, and Monika sees Sayori and I out.
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"Well, are you excited for tomorrow?" I asked Sayori on our walk home.
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it! I can't wait to see the type of writer you are!" Sayori says, unnecessarily enthusiastically.
"Aren't you looking forward to seeing everyone else's poems too?" I asked
"I guess!" She responds.
"Huh."
We continue on our walk home. I guess it makes sense. If the girls have been writing poems since before I was in the club, Sayori probably already knows how the other girls write.
Sayori asks an off-topic question.
"Hey Kamito, how come you never drive to school?" She asks.
She was referring to my car. Before my parents passed, they had bought me a car. I never really used it since we were in walking distance to school, and I didn't have job, nor did I need one at the moment. Plus, the parking permit you have to buy from the school office to park there is ridiculously over-priced, and I get to walk with Sayori, so that's a plus.
"If I drove, I wouldn't get to walk with you." I said.
"But, if you drove, we could just drive together!" She says, while blushing from my comment.
She brought up a fair point.
"Why don't you drive?" I ask.
"Cause I can't pass the driver's test… hehe." She admits, pressing her fingertips together.
"You could just practice with your mom." I add.
"But she's never home! How am I supposed to get better with nobody to teach me?" She asks.
"I could teach you." I say.
"You would do that for me?" She asks.
"Of course, why wouldn't I? You're my best friend." I assure her.
Sayori mumbles something under her breath that sounds like 'friend' but I couldn't make it out.
"What'd you say?" I ask.
"N-Nothing! I was just thinking I'll have to take you up on that offer sometime!" She says, waving her hands back and forth.
"Oh, well sure. Just come on over on a day we're off and we can go out." I say.
Sayori looks at me questioningly.
"Go out driving." I add.
"O-Oh, right! O-Of course." She says.
We walk for a little longer in silence before we reach Sayori's front door.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow, alright? I'm looking forward to seeing what you write." I say to her.
"Right! I'm looking forward to seeing yours too!" She waves me off, and walks to her front door.
I've been picking up an odd vibe from Sayori lately. Nothing particularly alarming, but she's just been acting a little off lately. I'll have to talk to her about it sometime.
I walk over to my house respectively, and walk in the front door.
I set my stuff down by the door, and walk over to the table. I figure I should get started on the poem now, better now than never.
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I check the time.
7:30?! I've been sitting here for almost three hours trying to write this poem, and I barely have a third of a page done.
I hope every poem isn't like this…
My stomach rumbles.
I leave the incomplete poem where it is and walk over to the kitchen, where I preheat the oven. I figure I'll make a frozen pizza, since that takes no effort to make.
I take a seat back down where my 'work-in-progress' is, and get a few more lines in before the timer dings on the oven. I put the pizza in, and go back once again to writing the poem.
Some more time passes, and the timer once again dings on the oven, signifying that my pizza is done. I figure that my poem is probably at the best it's gonna be for my first time, and slip it into my bag before getting the pizza out of the oven.
After I finish eating, I wash the dishes I used, put them away, and pull out my phone.
I tap on Sayori's contact, and start typing a message.
I'm having some trouble writing my poem. Where do you get inspiration from?
Sent.
I take a seat on the recliner, arms resting above my head, as I await a response from Sayori.
*bzzt*
I pull out my phone, and check the message.
Hehe, yeah. I had trouble with that when I started too. Just write about something from a real life experience if you can't think of anything else. Even if it's just about your day, anything can turn into poetry.
That was… really well thought out coming from Sayori.
I type back to her.
Alright, that helps out a lot. Thanks a bunch! I'll see you tomorrow.
Sent.
I walk back over to my bag, and pull my poem back out, fixing things here and there about it that make it sound poorly written. Well, at least to me, anyway.
After all is said in done, it's about time to head to bed. I'm not gonna bore you with the details, considering I live alone and nothing very eventful happens around my house. I crawl into bed, close my eyes, and drift to sleep, eager for what is to come tomorrow.
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(I'm trying to keep chapters about 5000 words long each, and until summer comes along, I won't have an upload schedule. So until then, thank you for being patient with me. I'm getting the chapters for my two stories done in between work and school, so I don't have a lot of time for myself, but until then, I'll see you in the next chapter!)