The classroom door creaks open.
Monika looks up from her desk, lips curling into a knowing smile.
“Aha\~ Look who finally decided to show up.”
Sayori bounds over, hands behind her back, head tilted with mock sweetness. “Ehe\~ You’re late, you big meanie! Were you staring at yourself in the mirror again, trying to convince yourself you're not totally average?”
Natsuki scoffs from her seat, arms crossed. “Tch. He probably tripped over his own ego on the way here. What’s the point of being in the club if you bring nothing but bad fashion and worse opinions?”
Yuri glances up from her book, blinking slowly. “Hmm… Interesting. I thought today’s meeting was for humans, not walking disappointments.” She smiles politely, then returns to her page. “But I suppose everyone deserves to be dissected eventually.”
Monika taps her pen against the desk.
“Welcome to DDLC Roast Session, أنت\~! Your presence has been noted. Your pride? Not so much.”
Sayori claps her hands. “This is gonna be so fun! We all wrote something special just for you\~!”
Natsuki smirks. “More like about you. Hope you brought aloe.”
Yuri chuckles softly. “Or a first aid kit. You’ll need something for the emotional wounds.”
Monika winks. “Take a seat, أنت. Or don’t. You won’t be able to sit for long after we’re done dragging you.”
