Weekend With Yuri - Revised

"Yuri, is something up?"
Holding the water she had sent me to gather just moments ago, I had walked in on her rapidly unrolling her sleeve from the small bundle she had bunch it into on her upper arm, presumably while I was gone. The diffused Jasmine oil assaulted my senses once again, offering a strong but sweet smell compared to the bland, sterile scent of my kitchen.
Yuri ducked her face down, avoiding my question, cheeks already a tinge red and becoming increasingly flushed the longer the silence between us dragged on.
I set down the cups and went to kneel beside her, bending my head down to try and get a better look at her face. She had all but buried it, preventing me from seeing anything but her bright skin and one of her soft, violet eyes staring into her lap.
"Yuri..."
I set my hand down on her arm, attempting to elicit any kind of response from the timid figure.
Yuri's eyes darted to match mine, stiffening her posture and gripping my arm, preventing me from doing anything but release my grasp.
"I-it's nothing," Yuri said, completely unconvincingly, even for a shy girl such as herself. "We should get back to work..." She muttered, breaking eye contact and gazing back into her lap once again.
We continued to put the decorations together, Yuri still cutting and knotting more ribbon for us to use and I painting characters onto the origami paper pieces I had purchased the day before.
I glanced up at Yuri in between brushstrokes, looking to see if there was any change to her state, but to no avail.
"Hey, um, I have a few more strings for you..."
"Hmmm?" I responded, bolting upright, unwittingly whipping the paintbrush upwards and sending some flecks of paint flying in Yuri's direction.
"Ah!" Yuri gasped as the paint made contact with her, some landing on the left side of her face.
"Sorry, Yuri! Let me get a cloth for that!" I stumbled over my words, eyes skimming the floor to see if there was anything suitable to wipe her face with. I had found a cloth, but it was too dry to be useful.
"Hold on a second, I'm just going to moisten this a bit." I clarified as I stood and went to the washroom, soaking the cloth in warm water from the faucet.
"Here Yuri, let me wipe that off for you..." I mumbled, wiping the speckles of paint. "All right, I think that's almost everything. Is there anything else you need me to...!"
Yuri's arm gripped mine and held the cloth in place, her once rose-colored face now back to her pale tone, but now with an unusual softness for her features. And those eyes...
My mind was suddenly once again made aware of the Jasmine scent filling the room. I looked towards the oil diffuser, the small vapor stream still wafting into the air. Had that been running the entire time?
My focus shifted to Yuri again. She had shut her eyes, presumably letting the warmth of the cloth slowly conduct into her cheek. She looked beautiful, her turtleneck and tights combination accenting some of her best assets... But I shouldn't be looking there.
I need to know what she was doing with her arm. This might be the only chance I have to find out.
The sleeve of her turtleneck had shifted down as she reached up to my arm, and I took the opportunity to examine it. It looked normal on the bottom, so what about the top...
"Oh Christ." I thought, presented with a view of multiple cut scars splayed along the exposed area of her forearm.
Yuri must have known something was wrong, as my arm was immediately released and she moved her's back beside her body.
"Y-you... w-what did you..." Yuri's face was immediately flushed again as she stammered, trying to find the proper words to explain herself. "I-I... it's not... there's noth..." Her voice cracked, her eyes becoming glassy as she retreated.
"Yuri, wait." I was at a loss myself. Preventing her from emotionally locking herself away entirely was the only thing I could think of. "Listen to me."
Yuri stopped, hands in lap, head still parallel to the floor and the occasional tear landing on the carpet.
"Yuri, I know something is wrong. Please, tell me."
Yuri sat there in silence.
"Please. If there's something I can do, I want to help you. I think I-" I caught myself before going any further.
Another tear fell from Yuri's eyes, and another, and then a cascade of droplets pelted the floor below her.
"I just don't know how to deal with it all!" Yuri screamed as her head turned up to face me, tears streaming from her purple eyes. "I... whenever... whenever I get overwhelmed with emotion-" Her voice cracked again. "I can't focus... I learned the best way to recompose myself was to..." There was a long pause. "Cut myself." She squeaked.
Yuri didn't move from her position, however she turned her head away from view again. I had to digest everything that had just transpired, and my mind didn't want to believe such a timid, wonderful girl was doing such things to herself. I knew she was into horror and dark literature, but I thought that was just an interest, not reflective of her mental state...
It felt like an solid half-hour had passed before either of us dared to move. I had to act sometime or I might make this infinitely more awkward than it had already become.
I stood up, hustled over to where Yuri was sitting and sat directly across from her, our legs brushing against each other's.
Yuri looked up, slightly shocked. The whites of her eyes were still red, but she had stopped crying at some point in the silence. We stared into each other's eyes. Even in this state she just looks so perfect...
"Yuri." Her eyes ducked down again. "I," Leaning in closer, I found myself far closer than I have ever been to a girl. "I think that I love you."
Her eyes met mine. Her mouth was ajar, mouthing words but failing to speak entirely. I drew in further, planting a small kiss on her lower lip. Yuri gasped and slightly retreated, but reciprocated with a kiss of her own that appeared to be genuine. We remained lightly locked together before I broke away, coming back to my senses, once again picking up on the Jasmine scent.
"Hey, Yuri, do you have the bottle for the Jasmine oil?"
Still coming off the emotional roller coaster, Yuri tried to jog her memory as best she could. "I think I left it in my bag, let me see..." She shuffled through the contents before finally pulling out an amber bottle with a white label, some of the contents sloshing about inside. "H-Here you go."
I took the bottle and started to peruse the text printed around it. It wasn't as interesting as the poems from the club, but there was something very specific I was looking for. I began to read the label aloud as I reached the "benefits" portion of the label.
"Good for relaxation, depression, healing scars," These made it obvious as to why she had it in the first place. "... and an aphrodisiac."
I looked at Yuri, now lying on my bed, toying with her turtleneck. She rolled her head over to face me, slightly obscuring her face with my pillow.
"Did you know about this, Yuri?" I asked her but I already knew the answer.
She sat up not answering my question. Her legs were over the side of my bed, arms in her lap, slightly pushing her breasts together. Her tights accented every curve on her legs, and the way she blushed from my analysis of her body...
I pushed her down on my bed and positioned myself above her. Her rose-tinted face shifted to a soft, red hue, the heat of her cheeks almost perceptible from my position.
"I didn't mean for this to happen!" Yuri squeaked. "I just didn't want you to hate me. I know how weird I am and-" I cut her off with a kiss to her upper lip. I pulled back, observing her purple hair splayed over my bed, her violet eyes locked with mine, her soft lips agape and flushed face growing ever redder.
"And I love every part of it." I finished for her.