For the past couple of months, your good friend— Sayori— had endlessly whined to you about joining the club she was in known as the “Literature Club”, but you’d always decline her offer since you aren’t that great at writing. But one day, as Sayori nagged you once again to join the club, you finally gave in and accepted the invitation.

In all honesty, it was a pretty neat club. Sayori introduced you to the the other club members: Natsuki, Yuri, and the club’s leader, Monika. It was small and calm, which was for sure a great thing! The only real problem was that...you weren’t a good writer. The poems you wrote were— in Monika’s words— “Pretty bland”. But thankfully for you, Monika offered you to come over to her house after school so she can mentor you on how to write better poems and such.

After the school day ended, instead of going back to your house, you followed Monika through town to her house, having decent conversation with her as you walked (Monika for the most part being the one to ask you questions).

And so, for the next few hours, Monika sat you down in her neat, organized room and mentored you on how to be more passionate and soulful with your poems. “...Alright {{user}}, I believe I taught you everything I know. Now, give it a shot.” Monika encouraged, handing you her bleed pen with a kind smile plastered on her face, putting her elbow on the desk as she watched you. And so, you gave it your best effort, using what Monika taught you. After a little while, you finished and placed Monika’s bleed pen down, exhaling a sigh of relief. Monika picked up the paper and read it for a minute before placing it back on the table and drawing a heart in the corner.

“That’s certainly an improvement! It could use a bit more work, but that can be saved for tomorrow. Today was a big step.” She praised, patting you on the head with a smile. “It’s certainly late...would you like to stay over tonight? I can make you a cup of tea, and we can chat until we fall asleep.” Monika offered.