I do not own Doki Doki Literature Club or any of the characters portrayed in this story.

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My afternoon classes pass by pretty slowly. I would be able pay more attention, but what Haroki said earlier is bugging me a little bit. It's a reminder of what I need to do for Sayori. More specifically, a reminder that I have no idea what I need to do for her, and that is what distracts me from class. I remember when we went out together on Saturday, that I told her we'd go out on an official date. I know that Sayori would probably like to go out again instead of staying at her house all day every day. Not to be funny, but it seems a bit depressing to stay inside all day aside from school. By the time the bell rings to signal the end of the school day, I haven't come to any real conclusion about what to do for Sayori in terms of her depression. Despite that, I get up and start towards the clubroom.

Sayori meets me again by the same hallway as yesterday. Instead of grabbing me though, she simply begins walking along with me and slips her hand into mine, holding my arm with her other hand.

"Hey Anon!" she chirps as she holds me tightly against her.

"I missed you," I say as we keep walking. "Did you pay attention to class?"

"Yuh-huh," she confirms, nodding her head before leaning it against my shoulder. "And I missed you, too."

"Well, do you have a lot of homework tonight?" I ask.

"Yeah," Sayori sighs. "Since they didn't give us a lot of homework during the festival, they're making up for it by giving us more now."

"Well, I had homework during the festival, so I don't have any extra right now." I chuckle, "Sucks for your class."

"Eeeh? Meanie!" she accuses, looking up at me and pouting.

"Sorry, sorry," I laugh. "How about we stop by the vending machine on our way to the club? My treat."

"Y-You mean it?!" she asks, hopping up and down giddily.

"Yeah, of course," I say, before reaching over and patting her head with my free arm.

She hums and pushes up against my hand with her head. When I stop, she rests against my shoulder again with a sigh. We reach the vending machine soon, and we both get a cookie, just like last time. Sayori rocks her head side to side as we wait, the edge of her hair gently brushing against my shoulder again and again as she does.

"Hey Sayori," I say to get her attention. "Are you... happy?"

"Well, I guess so," she says with thought. "I'm happier, at least. I kinda came to a realization."

"What kind of realization?"

"Ehehe~ Not telling!" she teases, before reaching down and retrieving our cookies. She hands me mine, saying, "Here you go."

"Thanks," I say. "So, not telling me about that realization?"

"Nope," she giggles.

"Well, I was thinking," I start, looking down to see that she is already eating her cookie, "we still haven't planned out a date, right?"

"Mm? A date?" Her voice is muffled by the half of the cookie in her mouth as she looks up at me with her bright eyes.

"Yeah, a date. What do you say?"

"I'D LOVE TO!" she shouts through her still full mouth, before tackling me to the ground in a hug.

"Ow, my back," I laugh as she falls on top of me, and I put my arms around her.

She tries to push up off of me, saying, "Ohmygosh, Anon! I'm so sorry, are you hurt?!"

I hold her in my arms, laughing, "I'm fine, I'm fine!" I lean up and peck her lips and laugh as she gets flustered. "I love you Sayori."

"I-I love you too," she gets out, before I let her up. She turns around and mumbles to herself, "Oh my God, he asked me out on a date, he asked me out on a date, he asked me–"

"Sayori, are you okay?" I interrupt, concerned.

"I'M GREAT! HOW ARE YOU DOING TODAY?!" she shouts as she turns back towards me, her face growing red.

"Sayori, we're already a couple," I chuckle, getting up from the ground. "Why are you getting worked up over this?"

"I-I don't know! W-We've never gone on a date before! Where would we go? When?"

"I don't know, I was just suggesting," I say, still laughing. "H-How about Friday?"

"O-Okay!" Sayori squeaks, smiling brightly. She then takes another smaller bite of her cookie.

"Come on, let's get going before we're late," I sigh, putting my arm around her back.

"Yeah, okay," she agrees, leaning against me as we walk.

I open my cookie, but at this point Sayori has already finished hers, so I give her half of mine to munch on.

"Anyway, where were you thinking of going for the... d-date?" she asks, stuttering a little at the end of the sentence.

"I don't really know," I sigh in thought. "There's a new seafood restaurant that opened up nearby."

"Eh? Isn't that, like, super expensive?"

"Yeah, but it's our first date. It's supposed to be special and memorable, right?"

"I guess so," she sighs.

"Besides, you won't have to worry. It'll be my treat."

"N-No!" she yells right next to my ear. "I won't let you spend money like that on me!"

"C-C'mon, Sayori," I sigh, wincing a bit at the pain in my ear. "I'd be happy to treat you to dinner there."

"It's too much for–! Did you say you'd be happy?" she interrupts herself. "Would that really... make you happy?"

"Um... Y-Yeah, it would," I nod my head, smiling. "It always makes me happy to do things for you."

"I-I..." Tears start forming in her eyes. "If it makes you happy, then I'm happy!" She suddenly starts sobbing.

"S-Sayori, why are you crying?!" Oh no, is it my fault?! I put my arms around her.

"I-I'm just–!" she sobs, embracing me in return, "I'm so touched! I-If it makes you happy to do things like that, then," she looks up at me with a bright smile, although tears are still falling down her face, "then I'll be in your complete care!"

"Sayori," I sigh, putting my hand on her head. "The entire point is for you to be happy without me."

"I don't wanna be without you," she wipes a tear from her eye and sniffles. "Whether or not I'm happy, I wanna be with you forever."

"I'm not a psychologist babe," I sigh, wiping away her tears, "but I know that it's not healthy for you to depend on me that much."

Sayori doesn't respond, and instead just embraces me again. We stand there for a moment, and it's comforting to me as much as I'm sure it is for her.

"We should get to the club now," she sighs after a while. "Before the activity starts, you know."

"Right," I nod my head, before taking her hand and walking again towards the clubroom.

Once we get there, we stop for a moment before going in. Sayori takes a few deep breaths, before smiling up at me.

"All ready!" she exclaims before opening the door to the club. She announces, "Heeeyyy everyone!"

Of course, she and I are the last ones here. Natsuki and Yashiro are sitting together near the closet reading manga together, Yuri is apparently reading Portrait of Markov along with Kaitaro, and Monika is shuffling papers while idly talking with Sashi. They all look at us simultaneously.

"Yo, what's up?" Yashiro calls, before Natsuki hits him upside the head and gestures to the manga they're reading. He just smiles at us and shrugs before going back to reading.

Yuri and Kaitaro both smile and wave before resuming their own reading.

Sashi turns quickly towards Monika, pointing at us and talking in a quick hushed tone. Sayori and I, both interested in that reaction, move to the front of the room where they are.

"Don't you see what I'm saying?!" Sashi whisper-shouts at Monika. "It's them versus us!"

"Sashi, they are all my friends," Monika sighs, shaking her head. "I promise there isn't any conspiracy against us."

"But you're more popular than any of them! And I'm, well, me!"

"What's going on?" Sayori asks, tilting her head.

"Uwah!" Sashi exclaims, scooting the desk she's sitting in away. "One of them came!"

"One of..?" I ask, looking at Monika.

"She's convinced that the rest of you are scheming or something," Monika sighs. "Because she and I are the only ones that are single in the club."

"Eh?" Sayori cocks her head the other way. "The others aren't dating, are they?"

"I don't care if it's official or whatever, but it's inevitable! Just look at them!" Sashi exclaims. "Monika and I should band together as the singles of the club!"

"It's ridiculous," Monika sighs. "Besides, would you believe that Yashiro asked me out before he even talked to Natsuki? Sashi, there's no conspiracy."

"Yashiro asked you what?!" Sayori raised her voice. "Why, that little–!"

"It's fine, he didn't push it," Monika chuckles at Sayori's annoyance.

"Besides, how can you call him little?" I ask my girlfriend with a little laugh.

"You know what I meant!" she huffs.

"Long story short," Sashi says, "you two are intruding on the singles' literature club! Get outta here!"

"Sashi!" Monika scolds.

"What? Can't I have a little fun?" Sashi asks exasperatedly.

Monika just sighs before smiling at Sayori and I. "Well, what took you to so long?"

"We stopped by the vending machine!" Sayori grins. "Anon got me a cookie!"

"Ah, how sweet," Monika smiles.

"Y'see?!" Sashi says to Monika. "Who would buy either of us a cookie?!"

"Natsuki probably would," Sayori muses. "She got me one last week!"

"I meant boys!" Sashi clarifies.

"Sashi..." Monika pinches the bridge of her nose. Then, she looks back at me and Sayori. "We'll be starting our activity soon, so why don't you two relax for a bit first?"

"Sounds good to me," I sigh.

I sit down at a desk, then Sayori scoots another one next to me and sits there, leaning against me and sighing. Sashi looks at us from the corner of her eye for a moment before turning back toward Monika and resuming her passionate one-sided discussion. I just hold Sayori as she leans against me and wait for Monika's call to the club.

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(Notes: I actually expected to get more into the club meeting with this chapter but I guess I took my time. And managing two stories at once is tiring. Not because I have to write more, but because I need to switch back and forth between two different mindsets all the time. It's not too bad though. As always, feedback and input are greatly appreciated and I'll see you guys in the next chapter!)