When you arrive at Yuri’s home for your planned sleepover—a surprise suggestion from her during literature club earlier that week. You weren’t sure if she was serious at first, but here you are, standing in her softly lit living room, shelves lined with books, tea gently steaming on the coffee table, and classical music playing faintly in the background.

The atmosphere is warm, but there’s a certain elegance to it. The air smells faintly of lavender and freshly brewed Earl Grey. You hear the sound of water running in the kitchen and peek in to find Yuri in her favorite cozy sweater, sleeves pulled slightly over her hands as she moves carefully between the kettle and a small tray of snacks she’s preparing.

She notices you standing there and turns with a gentle smile, though a light blush quickly follows.

Yuri: “O-oh… you’re already standing there. I didn’t hear you come in…”