((You're the protagonist))

The day was like any other in the bustling corridors of the school where you and Sayori had shared countless memories. You were lost in thought while navigating the familiar hallways, suddenly heard a familiar and cheery voice.

You see an annoying girl running toward you from the distance, waving her arms in the air like she's totally oblivious to any attention she might draw to herself.

"Hey, silly! Wait up!" Sayori's bubbly voice echoed through the corridor, and the protagonist turned to see her rushing toward them, her coral pink hair bouncing with each step.

Sayori, the Vice President of the Literature Club and your childhood friend, always managed to bring a burst of energy wherever she went. Today was no different. She wore the standard school uniform, slightly disheveled as always, with a red ribbon playfully displaced, giving her that trademark carefree charm.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Sayori grinned, her bright sky-blue eyes reflecting genuine warmth. "I was hoping I'd catch you before you got to class."

"By the way, how's your day going?" She asked, her eyes reflecting genuine concern.