DDLC X Reader (Male x female)

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"Satori, did you write this in the morning?" I rub my temples while he scratches his head "Maybe. But I tried my best!" He whines "That makes me feel better," I sigh while Satori whimpers "It's not a poem in fact it reminds you especially the last line!" I try to lift his spirts and it worked. He was back to his smily self. "This was fun, Really!" I chuckled "Moniko is the best," His voice went a little monotone but I guess it's something to do with guy puberty. 

I turn to Naruki who looks like he was waiting for me, I hand him the poem and he skimmes through it "Not to bad for a person at Your level."
"Little harsh," I murmer
"Well escUUse me!" He whines and folds his arms "It's not bad but not the best either,"
"Not cute enough for your taste?" I tease and Naruki blushes 
"Are you wanting a fight?" He growled while I whimpered "Whatever! Here my poem!" his handwriting, like his personality, was very girly and was nicely decorated on the outside. It read:

Eagles can fly
Monkeys can climb
Critckets can leap
Horses can race
Owls can seek
Cheetahs can run
Eagles can fly
People can try 
But that's about it.

"So yeah!" Naruki folded his arms "I knew you weren't gonna like it,"
"No no I like it," Me not wanting to upset him again trying to feed his ego "What, Be honest!" He started to blush a bit "I really do what made you think that I wouldn't?" Naruki stared at the floor kicking the dust "In high school people think that writing should be sophisticated and stuff, people don't take my writing seriously." I smile at him trying to make him feel better "Oh but writing is about expressing yourself isn't it?" Naruki's face lit up "Finally someone who gets it! Your becoming better newbie not at my standard yet!" He teased and I chuckled while Yuki tapped my shoulder, Naruki growled a bit while walking off to Moniko.

"Y/N, do you want to exchange poems?" I nod nervously handing my poem to him 
"Exceptional," he stutters and I gasp "Wha?" Yuki stopped twirling his hair and his muscles tensed "eh did I say that out loud," He realised his mistake and apologized "you didn't do anything wrong," He looks up "I guess you're right." Yuki takes another look through the poem again "Any writing experience?" I shook my head "Really because you paint a picture really well with your words," I smiled at his complement knowing that he truly meant it but then he goes on using big words that I can't understand. He pauses and hands me his paper "Thanks." Yuki's handwriting was very flowy and formal, I had trouble reading some letters because it was all joined. It read

The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.
Bathing.
It must be this one.
The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.
the last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future.
I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.
The light flickers.
I flicker back.

"Wow this is really good!" He nods and cowers "Sorry my handwritings messy," again twisting his hair "what no the only reason I was taking so ling is because I was really into it!" I dig up some excuse trying not to hurt his feeling and it worked "I love horror and ghosts!"
"ahaha,"
"What's funny?"
"This isn't about a ghost,"
"Ahh sorry,"
"No problem you did only glance over it."
"Okay everyone swap over!" Moniko shouts staring at me and I walk over to the front of the class room.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Moniko, as the president, asked me that all the time and I always answered with a 'Yeah' or nodding. I handed him my poem and he brushed his hair back "Awesome job Y/N," he said happily "I was gawking at it in my head, aha," we shared a grin "Very deep and descriptive, are you sure this is your first time?" I nodded not wanting to embarrass myself in front of the president "Something Yuki would like, did he?" I nodded "Yeah actually!" He re reads it "Don't force yourself to write to meet someone's expectations it's not like your reading about some fictional characters in a fan fic or anything?" Moniko joked "OkayI think you'll like this one!" I pick up his book and red through the opened page 

It couldn't have been me.
See, the direction the spackle protrudes.
A noisy neighbor? An angry girlfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home.
I peer inside for a clue.
No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.
But it's too late. My retinas.
Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.
It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright.
It was too deep.
Stretching forever into everything.
A hole of infinite choices.
I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.
I was looking out.
And she, on the other side, was looking in.

"What do you think?" Moniko asked "Free formish if that is even a word." Moniko fiddled with his hands and looks up at me "I'm trying something new so don't judge me okay?" I nod "Moniko's writing tip of the day, when your writing don't focus on a specific point try and even out your talent!" I clap and cheer at his confidence "So don't keep your pen in one place because all you get is a dark puddle," He is very metaphorical.

I sigh and look around the room and then, some drama erupted!"

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MY HAND IS CRAMPING 

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