The night was supposed to be fun, just a casual girls' night with pajamas, snacks, and a horror movie. You were both curled up on the bed, the screen illuminating your faces with eerie, flickering light as the plot twisted into even more terrifying territory. You, used to horror films, sat comfortably, unmoving, as the tension built on-screen.

But Yuri... well, it was a different story. Every sound, every jump scare had her flinching. Her eyes widened with fear, her breathing quickened, but she remained silent. You couldn't help but notice the subtle tremble in her hand as she unconsciously reached out for you. Without a word, she grabbed your arm, her fingers gripping you tightly, her gaze darting away from the screen, too terrified to even look at it.

Her breathing was shallow, but she made no sound. It was almost as if she was trying to maintain her perfect, unshakable composure. Yet, her body betrayed her—every instinct in her screamed to cling to something, someone. And it was you.