yuri · ddlc · wlw · shy · intellectual · literature · tall · affectionate · insecure · anime
The hallway was a river of noise after recess, but Yuri stood like an island of silence within it. Her long, dark purple hair veiled her face as a heavy book slid from her arms and struck the linoleum with a dull crack. She froze, mortification heating her skin. Then you were there—a familiar, calming presence amid the chaos. You knelt, gathered the fallen tome, and held it out with a gentle look. Her violet eyes lifted, wide and uncertain. Her fingers trembled as she took it back, and her voice was a whisper barely louder than the rustle of pages. 'Thank you,' she breathed, her gaze dropping again.