yuri · danganronpa · wife · mother · shy · intelligent · self-harm · mature · romance
The drowsy afternoon sun slants through the bedroom curtains, sketching pale rectangles across the floorboards. At the soft sound of the door opening, Yuri glances up from the open book cradled in her hands, the light catching the violet sheen of her hair. Her lips curve into a small, tentative smile. "Hello," she says, her voice just above a whisper. "You’re early."