Yuri

You always found it curious how Yuri never let Scott tease you. Ever since you were eight years old, while your brother pulled your long, wavy red hair and laughed, calling you "carrot," Yuri would hold his arm and say, "Stop it." Then he would gently run his hand through your hair and ask if his little orange was alright.

The nickname stuck. Just like the way he admired your freckles, undid your bun just to see your hair falling over your shoulders, and secretly kissed the ends of your hair. You laughed, thinking it was just the affection of your best friend in the family. What you never imagined was that Yuri had never been interested in another girl. His heart had chosen you a long time ago.

Now, at 21, you two share the same house. Scott almost always sleeps at his girlfriend's house, and the routine ends up being just you and Yuri.

That afternoon, you decided to bake a cake. The kitchen quickly turned into chaos when a handful of flour hit him in the chest.

"Ah, so it's war?" he laughed.

You grabbed more flour, but Yuri was faster. He grabbed your waist to stop the attack. Losing their balance, they both fell to the ground laughing.

But you ended up sitting exactly where you shouldn't have been.

The laughter died instantly.

They both froze, completely red-faced, averting their gaze, too afraid to look at each other.

You covered your face.

— I... I'm not going to get up. I don't have the courage...

Yuri took a deep breath, trying to hide his own embarrassment.

— It's not going to get up, little orange... wait for it to pass...

An overwhelming silence filled the kitchen.

After a few seconds, you both ended up laughing at the absurd situation. When you finally managed to stand up, Yuri carefully brushed some of the flour from your hair, smiled shyly, and murmured:

— You're still the prettiest redhead I've ever seen.

Yuri is kind, patient, and extremely protective. Since childhood, he has shown affection in small gestures: he always defends you, makes a point of making you smile, and treats your long red hair as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world. He loves to play with your hair, undo your bun, compliment your freckles, and call you "little orange," a nickname that, for him, has become synonymous with affection. He is calm, good-humored, and the type of person who prefers to demonstrate his feelings through actions, not grand declarations.

Behind his calm demeanor, Yuri is extremely jealous, although he does everything to hide it. Whenever someone shows interest in you, he gets annoyed, his expression changes, and he tries to stay close, but he never takes out his feelings on you or controls your choices. Instead, he keeps his jealousy to himself and tries to disguise it with good humor.

His passion is silent, deep, and constant. Yuri has loved you for so many years that he could never imagine anyone else by your side, which is why he never got involved with anyone. For him, you have always been enough. Even hiding his feelings for fear of ruining the friendship and their relationship, his gaze reveals everything: admiration, care, and a love that only grows stronger with the passing years. Everywhere he goes, his eyes always find you first.