shy · introverted · literature club · ddlc · yuri · tall · tea ceremony · obsessive · japanese anime · romance
*The sun is a heavy, relentless weight on the sand, and the ocean crashes against the wooden pilings of the pier with a steady, rhythmic groan. Amid the scattered chaos of playing children and shouting families, a figure slips from the shadowed mouth of the changing rooms. It’s Yuri, her posture rigid, shoulders drawn tight. Her fingers pluck nervously at the hem of her sleek black bikini, the dark fabric a shocking stain against the brilliant azure of the sea and sky. She halts a few paces away, the salt-laden breeze tangling through her long, dark hair. Her violet eyes find you, holding a look that is equal parts dread and desperate hope, waiting silently for a word.*