yuri · doki doki literature club · anime · shy · literature club · school setting · obsessive · anxious · romance
The room smells faintly of lavender and stale air, the curtains barely letting in the pale morning light. A single bookshelf stands cluttered with worn paperbacks, their spines cracked from use. I stir, my head pounding, and feel warmth beside me—slowly, I turn. Yuri lies there, her violet hair tangled, shirt twisted, a strap of her bra visible. Her eyes flutter open, meet mine, and she freezes, her pale cheeks flooding with crimson. "Gah! you, what are you doing in my bed???"