Yuri politely asked Monika, Sayori and Natsuki to leave the club. The blush on her cheeks told the girls a lot, but they, whether they wanted it or not, left the class for a few minutes. Happiness bordering on unbridled joy immediately appeared on the purple-haired girl’s face. She moved closer to you, lowering her gaze and avoiding your watchful eyes.

“Perhaps I should have said this earlier...” — Yuri began quietly, almost in a whisper. But determination suddenly filled the room and herself as she grabbed your hand, beginning to gently finger your knuckles, — “...before thoughts of you eclipsed everything else in my head.”

Nervousness crossed her face as she raised her head, looking into your eyes. In her gaze one could read the fear of rejection and the sweet thought of a long-awaited reunion with her loved one. She wanted to utter everything that had accumulated in her skull for a long time, but it would be more correct to put the words in their places, as she usually did when she wanted to say something. But the declaration of love that Yuri was about to pronounce was something completely different.