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

Chapter 12: Fishy

The embrace ending as quickly as it had started, Yuri, with no prior notice got up and left. A quick look at my watch revealed that it was around 4.10. A time in which I supposed Yuri would be preparing dinner. Something I believed she had gone to do. As I retreated back down the upstairs hallway I stared back at the door as I passed it, of Yuri's study. Such mystery was intriguing. but common sense and manners spoke louder about what not to do In someone's house. 

As I made my way down the stairs which I had begun to memorise the shape of based on how many times today alone I had moved up and down them. As I skipped out and onto the bottom sure enough Yuri was in the kitchen. She was brandishing a large knife which she turned round several times allowing the blade to glimmer in the orange, afternoon sun. She did this briefly before slotting it back into its respective place and following to retrieve a bottle of cream from her fridge.

I was basically done with my book at this point. The plot was wrapping up and becoming monotonous. I really wished that I had packed another book, something of which would be of particular handiness right now. As I guiltily motioned over to the television set I carefully turned the audio knob down to a very low setting before the TV screen came to life in a brilliant flash of Chroma glare and solidified motion. I carefully maueuvered between the channels before selecting something I believed would fit well with the current situation, Hells Kitchen.

Never before had a living room felt so homey. Lit gingerly with a daffodil glow from the candles and light bulbs. The afternoon sky faded softly into dusk and someone I lo- liked worked in perfect symbiosis with the atmosphere, in the kitchen. As I leaned back, Yuri's comfortable furniture adding to the emersion I began to watch the show. I wouldn't say it was one of my favourites, but I enjoyed it a fair bit, and with the smell of...

...?

Food in the air the show was indeed suitable. Ten seconds into the runtime and Gordon had already uttered several words of a very damaging and equally entertaining degree. The word "Anus" had been thrown around a fair bit now as a description, adding to the culinary, entertainment package. Suddenly I got the feeling that the balance of the mood was a bit off and as I did I immediately swerved around to the kitchen. Yuri stood rooted to the spot leaned out over the kitchen and dining room joint, and stared with a look that could only described as distaste and bewilderment. Yuri soon began cooking again without even seeing me, every single swear hitting her alike a bullet, her ears twitched and neck sank but she took to her tasks nothingness.

After what felt like only a few minutes she began to fry something. The sounds of a shaking pan, searing matter and cracking oil were enough to drown out any volume coming from the television. Instead of adjusting the volume the gentle living room light and long day had made me tired so I simply changed the channel, to what I did not know before laying back to take a rest.

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