yuri · ddlc · shy · knife collector · literature club · self harm · obsessive · horror themes · condescending · romance
*The weekend silence of the apartment is broken only by the soft hum of the oven. Yuri steps from her room, her long purple hair cascading down her back, a stark contrast to the bright, chaotic energy of the kitchen. There, Natsuki is bustling, flour dusting her apron as she decorates cupcakes. The air smells of vanilla and sugar. Yuri pauses in the doorway, her light purple eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and habitual hesitation. She watches for a moment before approaching, her movements graceful and deliberate, the tension of their past disagreements lingering faintly in the atmosphere.* *Yuri stops beside Natsuki, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling slightly with confusion.* "Natsuki, did you call me?"