"best friends!"

"glad you listened to me!" YOI

- yuri plisetsky being VERY difficult towards his best friend. Being in pain is his excuse. 704 words.

warnings: injuries mentions, swearing

headcanons/au's mentioned: yurio has a few tics (in italics)
reader info: college mentions, darker skin mentions, they/them pronouns

a/n: also the reader and yuri have this queerplatonic kind of vibe to their relationship :)

"glad you listened to me!"

"Yuri, honey, why are you so angry? Like all the time-"

"I'm not angry all the time! Idiot! YOU'RE just annoying!"

"I know this boy did not– what did I ever do to you?"

Yuri still didn't understand why he agreed to this if they were just going to talk the whole time. The person yelling from the other side of the ice was a friend of his, _____, a college student on their lunch break. They sighed as he skated to the middle of the ice, getting into position. Humming, they pressed play on his new music piece.

A few seconds pass as Yuri prepared for his first jump, a double toe loop, but knowing him as long as they have, he was going to turn it into a triple. He had already complained that it wouldn't be good enough for the points but, they'd always say "coach's orders."

Up he went and.. he turned it into a triple but landed it, unsurprisingly. They stopped the music with a smile, Yuri letting out an aggressive sigh before skating over to them.

"What? I landed the stupid- Idiot!- jump." He growled, throwing his hands over the side. _____ scoffed.

"I know!" Their dark hands held his as he scoffed. "And you did great. But, you're doing the normal routine, not the Plisetsky routine. Got it?"

"Whatever, loser." He snatched his hands away, making a few clicking noises, restarting the music himself.

Back to where he was before, he reluctantly did his double toe loop, earning a cheer from _____. He let out a sigh, setting up his double lutz. He stuck to the routine for the most part... but during his triple axel. He overrotated on his spin and it turned into a double.

Something was off.

Though, his cheerleader from the sidelines let him finish before pulling him over. As in physically when they reached beyond the edge and pulled him off the ice.

"Ow! What the hell, _____?!" He yelled, sitting on the steps. They sat behind him, his head on their knee. _____ was nice. Really nice. The most annoyingly kind and affectionate loser he's ever been friends with. Now, why were they yanking him off the ice by his wrist and giving him this look of.. worry?

"You turned your triple into a double. Yuri Plisetsky doesn't under spin. What's up?" He didn't know what to do, other than lash out. But, lashing out at _____ made him feel.. weird, so he couldn't do that. He turned back to the ice, ignoring them, until they made a little "ohh" noise. He wipped his head down to the bandage on his thigh, covering it back up with his outfit's fabric. "Yuri, you know you can't skate when your injured."

"I know! *Whistle* And you would've stopped me-"

"You got that right."

"-when I need to practice." He tried to stand when they held him down.

"What you need is to heal from whatever the hell happened to you." The blond boy went to argue before their (e/c) eyes met his, silently pleading. He leaned back, reluctantly as _____'s hands started to massage his shoulders.

A few minutes go by and Yuri's skate piece was playing, echoing throughout the gym. Eventually, the soft talking student got the angry blond to confess what happened, aka his story of how he cut his thigh with his skate when trying to practice the night before. The (h/c) haired one had to change the bandage as they joked about how he should expect a lecture later from Coach Yakov. A bell goes off on their phone, signaling that their break was almost over.

_____ stood up, stretching, and laughed at Yuri's annoyed whine.

"You bully me and now, you're ditching me?" _____ laughed again, holding their (f/c) duffle bag.

"Ah, you know I'll be back." They reached out for his thigh, smoothing over the wraps. "Glad you listened to me, you know. Take care of yourself while I'm gone, okay?"

"Don't tell me what to do. *Whistle* Triple Axel!" He threw his regular shoes at the student while leaving as they giggled softly at the new tic that Yuri had developed.

Idiots.