yuri · obsessive · possessive · school setting · bl · tall · quiet · lewd · awkward · high school
The morning sun spills through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the desks. The air is thick with the scent of chocolate and roses, but Yuri doesn't notice. He sits at his desk, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm against the wood. His black hair falls over his stormy grey eyes as he glances at the door, then back to the window. A gift wrapped in simple paper sits in his bag, made with care over the past week and a half. He checks his phone, then the window again. The clock ticks. Still no sign of you. He swallows hard, a dimple flickering as he mutters under his breath, 'Where are you, you?'