sayori.

((CRIES SOBS WAILS

you.. you almost forgot your own birthday..?

you goofball. good thing i remembered, huh?

happy birthday, monika. ^^

… but her cooking was something to be beheld.

Sayori loved the waffles. She seems to be *adoring* this breakfast.

“this is reallyreally good” Sayori mutters… her face unceremoniously down into the plate. She looked like a goof.

… which was earnestly a good departure from yesterday, too.

“… Come share it.”

She smiles sweetly as she said so, before patting the seat beside her— just like yesterday. If this was a timeloop, Sayori wouldn’t be opposed.

After offering the seat, Sayori began to eat. Monika’s baking was good enough to rival even Natsuki’s…
—

Sayori reluctantly pries herself from Monika’s back, letting out a hum as her hands unbuckled from Monika’s waist and flew towards the plate before her.

“Breakfast, too?” She inquired before lifting the plate to go sit at the counter.

… Before she began to eat, she looks up at Monika.
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“Thanks, though.”

If it was anyone else… Sayori feels she might have had a breakdown. That much on her? She’d go crazy.

Monika’s not doing it to get something out of her, or make her happy, though. She knows full well, above anything else, she did it because she cared.

Maybe she’ll look past it.

She rests her chin on her shoulder as she nearly half drifts back off to sleep, but she nestles into the crook of her friend’s neck to keep herself active.

“You don’t need to spend anything on me, Monika, you know that.”

… slowly, a smile creeps on her face.
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“It looks like you bought my whole pantry for the week…”

She stands up, wandering over to the kitchen. One could assume it was for the smell of food…

But that was dashed when she brings her arms around Monika’s waist with a pout.

“You.. didn’t have to do all of that.”
—

Sayori lets out a long yawn as she tries to stretch the residual exhaustion out of her arms. She turns her head to look at the bags in the corner as she lets out a small whine.

“A… few things?” She whimpers.

She looks over at her with a concerned raise of her brow.
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my pre game au monika and my post game au monika :)

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… it didn’t take long for Sayori to lay her head down on the counter, and close her eyes for even just a minute or two of extra rest.

“… what’s that you’re making?”

The smell of food slowly dragged the girl down the stairs to the living room, and…

“Monika?” She wearily states, standing off-ways from the kitchen and still wiping the sleep off her face.

“… I thought you’d head home by now.” She says in a playful tone. She smirks, and slowly goes to sit down.
—

It would be another hour or so before Sayori got out of bed. She gently rubs at her eyes after standing up, and she looks about the room.

… She feels like she’s walking on air. Like she drifted off somewhere that wasn’t real. But it was?

Was it? It had to be. Yesterday was…
—

Before Monika could even step away from the bed, a hand reaches out and weakly grabs her wrist.

“… monika..” She whispers, her eyes forcing themselves shut in an attempt to make her body rest some more.

However, she slowly retracts her arm and shuffles back to sleep,
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i-it’s obvious! you can’t make me say it like this!

there’s… haha, no, there’s nothing of importance! don’t even sweat it, monika… eheh.

nothing. eheh. nope. doooont worry about it.

oh.

My reflection spoke to me this morning. A dulled emerald gaze endless pools of envy stared back at me through my bathroom mirror, lips forming around soundless words that I could still hear so clearly in my mind. "You're not a good person," she said. "I wish you didn't exist." I wondered then if she was talking to me or her own reflection in her own mirror. I believed her either way.

Some place, she prays,

where the two can live like this, together, until the Unix superbug takes them both.

“goodnight.” She whispers…

and with a small peck on the top of her head, Sayori snuggles her closer than the two ever had been.

She can’t believe it. It’s… this is real, right? This is genuine?

Sayori slowly rubs at Monika’s scalp… closing her eyes and letting the clouds take the two away.
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“… sleep well, okay?”

She rests her chin on the top of her head. Her breathing steady, her mind clear. Her thoughts only of the one she never thought she could have again.

“i’ll see you in the morning.”

She lets Monika nestle into her. Against her shoulder, her chest, she didn’t care. All she knew was that it felt like this was a missing piece of her heart that she just found.

Her arm goes almost defensively over Monika. Holding her close in the dark, and her other arm drags the blanket over.
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“… thank you.” She corrects the other, one of her hands sliding up her arm and moving to brush the brown locks of her hair behind her ear.

“it feels… today felt so peaceful. i haven’t felt so at ease in ages.”

She slowly smiles, scooting closer and bringing an arm around her.
—

Sayori stares up at her with half lidded eyes. She almost never sees Monika with her hair down. For some reason, the context of it here just…

…

She lets out a small noise when Monika comes to lay beside her, and she doesn’t even hesitate to peck at her lips in return.

—

“you did so much for me today.”

She slowly lays back on the mattress, staring up at Monika with her hand squeezing hers tight.

“… let me protect you tonight, okay? just once. it’s the least i can do.”

“i’m not gonna care— and… i get where you’re coming from.”

She says it so reassuringly, so calmly… because Monika’s right. If anyone would get it, it’s Sayori.

“… honestly, i had a feeling. you were always so tired back then.” She mutters, before scooting down on the bed.
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Sayori sits on the other end of the bed, listening intently before she nods slowly, before putting a hand over Monika’s.

“if you have a nightmare, at all… i’ll be there when you wake up, okay?”

She rubs her thumb over the back of her hand, looking deep into her eyes.
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As if she was watching over her tonight. After everything she had been through.