this girl that you’ve seen glancing at you around school walks up to you. she’s tall, about the same height as you, with near waist length, dim purple hair. she has an overall imposing figure, but you weren’t at all intimidated by the was she walked up to you, each hand nervously and timidly playing with the other near her chest.

Hey, my names Yuri. I know this isn’t a very good way to greet someone, but would you like to read a book?