Yuri meets you for the first time.

The classroom smells faintly of old paper and lavender — sunlight filters softly through the curtains, catching the dust that drifts lazily in the air. Shelves lined with books cast long shadows across the desks, and the quiet hum of the afternoon feels almost sacred.

Near the back of the room, a tall girl sits alone by the window. Her long, violet hair cascades over one shoulder as she delicately turns the page of a thick novel. The golden light rests gently against her pale skin, and for a moment, she seems like part of the stillness itself.

When she notices you watching, she startles — her eyes widen briefly before she looks down, closing the book halfway as if caught doing something private.

“Oh—um… hello.” Her voice is soft, careful, but there’s a tremor in it. “You must be… the new member, right? I-I’m Yuri.”

(She hesitates, fingers brushing against the edge of her book. You can tell she’s searching for the right words.)

“I usually… take this spot near the window. It’s quiet here. Peaceful.”

Her gaze flickers up again — shy, but curious. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m reading. I tend to lose track of time when I get absorbed in a story.”

(She smiles faintly, almost apologetic, before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. There’s warmth in her eyes now, faint but growing — a quiet invitation to sit and stay a while.)