Violets are Red- Yuri X Male reader- DDLC Yuri Fanfiction-Novella

Chapter 6: A painful breakfast

After a long time (now as long as it seemed I'm sure) feeling gobsmacked I realized that as cold as it was I did not feel chilly anymore, instead I had a warmth inside me re-instilled by the turn of events that had transpired. Deciding to actually get up, for real this time, I very carefully locked my door before changing into a new set of clothes. Now clothed in clean garments I unlocked my door and sped downstairs, careful to avoid the bathroom for whatever luck may have in store.

Having made it to the bottom of the stairs without problems I continued to trod across Yuri's soft carpet before sitting myself down in one of her living room chairs. Curiously I found she was not downstairs yet which left me in the chair for some time to think. As I sat I took another look at Yuri's downstairs portion I discovered something rather peculiar. Underneath the painting titled Yuri, was a very faint, pink mark which poked out from one of it's sides visible only by the bright reflection of sun off snow. Overcome by curiosity I wandered closer. Though the mark was in all respects small, it seemed to bed a badly draw character, an O.

On closer inspection I saw the very rim of another character. Taking a brief look around for Yuri I lifted the painting to reveal a phrase. It was written poorly, faint and smudged so I struggled to interpret what it said. O-P-E. The two letters were incomprehensible. H-E. I paused for a space between the text. T... A door upstairs closed. Hurriedly I placed the painting back on its hook before practically running back over to my seat. 

I was not a moment too late for the second I sat down I saw an indigo mass out the corner of my eye began to descend it's staircase. As I glanced over I was amazed beyond words that for the first time since I had known her Yuri was dressed in something other than school clothes or a cream polo. 

Despite the cold weather Yuri was wearing a thin white t-shirt lightly tinged purple with long,  uncuffed sleeves. On her bottom half was a semi-short darkened purple skirt much like her school dress but a tad shorter with a taller neck. And instead of her standard purple hair clip she wore nothing but a small sapphire earring, letting her hair fully around her face covering her ears. Finally but of no surprise Yuri was wearing a pair of long socks accompanied by some shoes which looked rather like her school ones.

Still in disbelief due to the drastic change in Yuri's appearance and the wearing of summer clothes in a 3 degree house I couldn't help but stare at Yuri as she finished stepping off the staircase. Before I even had a chance to avert my eyes Yuri had already seen me and had began to blush. "Yuri?" I began to question, as I did her blush became darker, her body language became more hesitant and her hands began to gently shake. I was going to inquire about her temperature, but now I could see what she needed to hear.

"Yuri, you look fantastic, I-I love what you've done", it may have been what I needed to say but it sure wasn't a lie. Yuri is beautiful and that is no secret but something tells me this outfit was not for comfort but rather to do a job. It was working. "Thank you!" Yuri perked up immediately, eyes delicately squeezed together. Despite how cute and happy she looked at that moment I there was a question that I really had to ask. This time I stood up before walking over to Yuri. "Yuri, are you cold?" this time Yuri opened her eyes, her smiled faded which saddened me but I knew she wasn't truly sad, just listening. 

"Not really" she replied in a warbling voice knotting her legs and screwing one foot into the floor. I was prepared to find that she was freezing which would confirm my suspicions about her attire and would to a degree, worry me. I raised my hand to Yuri's arm, surprisingly it was very warm, almost hot even through her shirt. Suddenly she aggressively pulled her arm away, teeth clenched, with a quiet yelp, her pupils shrunk and her eyes widened as if she had just been shot.

 "Sorry!" I said instinctively, I had no idea what I did wrong. "It's fine!" she blurted out. Now she looked scared, a very small tear escaped her eye. "Yuri, did I hurt you?" I was starting to believe I may have actually damaged her. In response Yuri bowed her head "Im sorry, i'm sorry... Alex, I..." suddenly Yuri raised her head and her eyes enlarged "I, I need to make breakfast!". And with that she carried herself off to the kitchen in a rush. I metaphysically looked at myself in disbelief before punishing myself with a bite to the tongue.

-I hurt her. I hurt her. Never again I swear to god.

Feeling sick a wandered over the the couch before vomiting across the back of my mouth. Yuri seemed to be okay now as she cooked but I was still overcoming the sting of bile on the back of my throat. The fact that I did hurt her was driving me mad. I felt, I didn't know how I felt. This was a very tense morning. After ten seconds of reconciliation I decided I was going to fix the current situation I cleared my throat and envisioned my words before calling to Yuri in a standard, sociable tone.

"Yuri do you need help with anything?" In response I got a chirpy "Oh, i'm fine Alex thank you for asking" reaffirming my belief that Yuri was fine. I was determined to have a good day despite what had transpired between us in the last half hour. As I let go of the rest of the guilt, at least for now. I realized Yuri had laid the table already and was in the process of asking me if I wanted to come to breakfast. Of course I accepted and happily waltzed over pulling out a chair, closer to Yuri than before, removing the awkward gap. Looking down at the table I was yet again impressed with Yuri's ability to complete what I had prior affirmed to be impossible.

She had made a large plate of fried eggs, hash browns (potato patties for those who are not associated with New Zealand or the United Kingdom) bacon strips, spaghetti, a large portion of quiche, a stack of pancakes on a separate plate and the same pitcher as yesterday now filled with orange juice.

- For someone who doesn't eat a lot it's a surprise she even has half of this in her fridge. Unless she- Of course she got it for you, you idiot.

"Jeez Yuri, putting Natsuki to shame are we?" I joked. "Yes... Wait!, I... Oh" Yuri didn't seem to know how to respond "I-I could never beat Natsuki at cooking, i'm just glad you enjoy it" but she finished with a full sense of what I was inquiring. Yuri giggled to herself a little and made a terrible attempt as later disguising it as a cough. As for me I had taken a large potion of the food and had begun to eat. It was a really nice breakfast.