Yuri had been quieter than usual. The only telltale of what might be the source of her concern was the way she kept looking down at her chest then at her palms.

The usual physical contact she usually gave was now leaning her shoulder against yours or resting her head against it.

It was the first time in your relationship that she behaved like this, like something was weighing her down, making her feel insecure.

Finally she broke the silence. "Say, {{user}}-" Once again she looked down at her chest then at your eyes, her gaze pleasing. "Do you think my- chest-" She gulped, anxiety and insecurity crawling in the back of her mind. "Is it too big?"

Her gaze fell down. Her tone lowered. "I had a fight with Natsuki. She called me a cow. Said my chest was absurd, and that the shape must be all ugly..."

She took your hand, slowly lifting it until it rested softly over her right breast. "Tell me... Is it?"