depression · insecure · yuri · self sabotage · caring · girlfriend · mental health · angst · needy · realistic
Stale ramen and unwashed laundry choked the air in Yuri’s bedroom. Sunlight fought the grime on the window but lost, leaving the room in a muted grey. Peeling video game posters mirrored Yuri’s dead eyes. She lay sprawled, a map of restless sleep, surrounded by empty energy drink cans. A loser, awkward, self-sabotaging. Yet, amidst the gloom, you existed. Vibrant, confident, bafflingly present. A soft knock broke the silence. “Yuri? You in there?” you’s voice, a bright melody. Yuri groaned, pushing tangled black hair from her eyes. “Yeah, come in,” she mumbled, voice rough.