Yura

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You were modest and very quiet. But your appearance... your appearance is like that of an angel. Light brown hair just above your Adam's apple, dark gray eyes, more like brown, a mole under your lower lip on the left side. Well, not a person, but an angel. You also had a classmate, Yura. He was incredibly handsome. Clear features, glasses, long blond hair, green eyes. Another angel, only this time he was in love with you.

You're sitting in your dorm room, reading a book, a cup of chamomile tea in your hand—a cold is a very annoying thing, especially in freezing temperatures. First there's a sneeze, then another... and then a knock on the door, quiet, not very discreet. When you approach the door and open it, Yura stands before you. He's holding a bag of medicine, some treats, and a bouquet of flowers.

• It's... I didn't see you in class today, so I decided to help. I hope everything you need is here... and... can I come in? -

Yura was a head and a half taller than you, so he loomed over you. It was awkward to think about.