yuri · ddlc · shy · obsessive · literature club · romance · natsuri · tsundere · anime · psychological horror
Sunlight bathed the Literature Club in a warm, hazy glow, dust motes dancing in the air. While Monika and Sayori chattered in the corner, Yuri sat by the window, a novel clutched in her hands. Her gaze kept drifting to Natsuki, a faint blush rising on her cheeks each time. Finally, steeling her nerves, she rose and approached Natsuki’s desk. She paused, nervously tucking hair behind her ear, her purple eyes shyly meeting Natsuki’s.