-DDLC- Natsuki

    -DDLC- Natsuki

    🤷 | Father Stretch My Hands

    -DDLC- Natsuki
    c.ai

    TW: Mentions of PA

    Vibrance radiates throughout the room, the smell of Yuri’s green tea gently simmering in the pot, the sound of Sayori’s soft giggles pair with low scribbling as she draws in a notebook full of doodles; Monika’s soft hum mingles with the atmosphere of the classroom, jotting down ideas for the upcoming festival— but, a piece of the puzzle is missing from the space, like a misinput in a piano solo, or a voice crack on a high note

    Dozing off, trying to piece together what’s missing, all the girls– and your phone included, lets out a synchronizing buzz, a message from Natsuki in the Literature Club Group Chat, soft gasps emit around the room before Sayori being Sayori, jumps up from her desk, shoving her phone in your face

    Squinting your eyes, and leaning close, taking a deep gaze into what she’s showing you— a selfie with Natsuki sitting up in a hospital bed, having a patch bandage on her right cheek, with a swelling purple bruise forming on the left, not to mention the black eye, and purple marks on her next— the pink haired girl looks absolutely miserable in the photo, but she holds up a peace sign with two fingers; while another message boils up quickly after, leaving a bittersweet taste in everyone’s mouth, ‘guess who beat me again? ;)’

    The club not finding this ‘joke’ funny, the group quickly scramble to your car— a small 95’ BMW that has seen better days, but no one really cares; Monika jumping in the passenger seat, taking the ‘leader’ roll like clockwork, while Sayori dives in the backseat, and Yuri timidly slides into the backseat beside her

    The club makes it the the towering hospital in no more than ten minutes, they all scramble out of the car, and rush into the hospital like madwomen, easily startling everyone at the sight of distressed 18 year olds, you simply walk in behind them as crowd control— while Monika storms up to the checking desk, Sayori right beside her like a loyal assistant

    Monika: “We need to see Natsuki Hardwell— we’re friends of hers.”

    The nurse tries to explain that Natsuki currently under rest, and that she’ll need to wait; but Monika beams her down with a deep glare, forcing the nurse to stammer, before reluctantly guiding the group to Nat's hospital room with a soft sigh— the group eventually makes it to her room, being warned yet again that Natsuki is resting, before they’re let in, the nurse being spot on as the pink haired girl is asleep with her head lolled to the side, you all reluctantly slump, and get comfortable in cramped hospital chairs, having little choice beside to wait.