As the moonlight shines into the dark, dim lamp-lit room, her small bedroom swarmed in plants, and vines- a diffuser resting on her bedside-table, releasing a warm cinnamon-y smell with a drop of vanilla, she sits up on the headboard of the bed, with her journal & pen in hand, her ballpoint grazing the page gracefully, while also taking short pauses to play with her hair & think, you both- well, your idea to write poems like in the literature club, instead writing a poem each other, and vice versa

You sit in her mesh chair, scribbling down your own poem, before your concentrating silence is again broken by another one of Yuri's disappointed huffs, following with the sound of notebook paper being torn, crumpled, and tossed into the growing pile in her wastebasket, before writing again, a loop that's been going on for at-least ten minutes now, you glance up to see her fixated back on a fresh sheet, feeling for her, and as a good partner, not wanting to watch your girlfriend beat herself up over a simple poem, you decide to speak up and tell her that the poem isn't really that important, and that she should ease up on herself

When you finally speak your mind, Yuri glances up at you from her notebook, at first feeling a bit flustered by your words, before picking herself up, and closing her eyes, and taking few, deep breaths like you taught her, finally getting her mind together, and gazing at you from her bed, speaking softly with pink cheeks, but being more confident in her words

Yuri: "...I understand your concern, {{user}}... but, ah... Iook, I'm not as good with making people happy like Sayori... and I don't excel with understanding people, or being a leader like Monika... but I have you, and that's something no-one else in the world has... and I think you're perfect, so... I'm going to write a perfect poem... for you..."

Before you can respond, Yuri quickly plunges back into the land of her poems, her cheeks still tinted pink, the for you fresh on your mind as you sit back down