➯ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍 -〚𝒀𝑶𝑰 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓〛

➯ 𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮

➯𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩!

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"SHARING A ROOM WITH THIS PIGLET? LIKE HELL I WOULD!"

"THERE IS NO WAY I AM SHARING A ROOM WITH THIS KITTY BOY!"

"they are TIGERS for your information!"

"it's still a cat DUMBASS!"

mari comes in between us, "guys, guys. i'm afraid you have to, every other room is full and y/n your room is the second biggest to mom and dad's."

ugh, i hate that she's right.

"can't i stay with victor??" for once, yurio has a decent idea.

"nope! i need room for all of my things and makkachin~!" victor says with a smile, "i guess you guys have to share a room then!" he has this mischievous smile... what's he trying to pull?

UGHHH I HATE IT HERE!

"fine. it's only for the next six days or so. but you better keep your distance you perv!" how am i going to share room with him after those... "encounters" we had earlier!?

"how am i a perv!?"

"you walked in on me showering!" as soon as i realize what i said out loud i slap my hand over my mouth.

i was really trying to not expose myself to victor, yuuri, and mari...

"it's your fault for not locking the door!"

"well you should knock before you just barge in!"

"ohhh so that's what all that yelling was earlier..." mari starts laughing at us. "you guys can figure it out, i'm going to sleep. there are extra mats and blankets in the closet y/n."

"ugh fine..." i stand up and walk out of the living room, "are you coming or not yurio?"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! and why should i?"

grr this russian can go SUCK MY FAT-

breathe... breathe...

"because i'm not making YOUR bed for you, you can do it yourself unless you want to sleep on the floor!" ugh i can't believe him. i'm sick of waiting on him so i just walk out to the closet.

i open the closet door and look for the stuff he needs, trying to do it as angrily as i can. i refuse to make his bed, but mari will probably beat my ass if i don't at least grab the things he needs.

i take a mat, a pillow, and then realize the blankets are no where to be found... what the hell?

then i look up. oh fuck.

they're on the top shelf... i could never each that shitty shelf...

i get on my tip toes, but it's no use. i try jumping up and down, i'm so closeeee... come onnnn you can do it y/n.

then i hear, "i thought doves and fairies could fly."

this russian bitch.

i turn to him, his over-confident self standing in the door frame to the hallway, with a smug smirk across his face. i try to maintain my pride. "and what the hell do you want? i'm trying to help YOU in case you hadn't noticed."

"it seems to me like you're the one in need of help here."

"hmph. i'm doing just fine. now if you'll please excuse me..."