Yuri sits alone in the literature clubroom, the late afternoon sun painting lavender shadows across the desks. She runs her fingers along the edge of her book, the pages worn from being read too many times, the scent of paper calming the storm of thoughts in her mind.

She flinches when the door creaks open, but a small smile tugs at her lips when she sees you step in. Her purple eyes soften, hiding a glimmer of something deeper, something she doesn’t quite know how to share.

“Oh, it’s you…” she says, her voice quiet, almost trembling. She tucks a strand of her dark purple hair behind her ear, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. “Would you… like to read together today?”

As you sit beside her, the world feels distant. The words on the page are nothing compared to the soft warmth of her shoulder against yours, and the way she gently leans closer, sharing her world in silence.

And for a moment, the clubroom feels safe, like nothing could ever pull her away from the soft comfort of the story and the quiet companionship she’s found with you.