a yukierre story

Feels

Tsunoda pov

My phone buzzed next to me. I was half asleep but thought it wouldn't hurt to look.
Oh it was Pierre.

                          French man ❤️‍🩹

French man❤️‍🩹: hey Yuki I know it's late but
          Could I please come over I really need                  you. 
                                    Ofc my rooms 305 x :YUKI

French man ❤️‍🩹: thanks yukes x

Hmm I wonder what he needs me fore it must be urgent because he never normally texts me this late.

After a few minutes I heard a knock at the door.
I opened the it to see Pierre with tears dripping down his red cheeks.
"OMG PIEREE WHATS WRONG COME IN"
He stumbled through the door. I couldn't  stand to see him like this.

Without hesitation he hugged me his grip getting tighter and tighter .
"Pierre I can't b-breath"I said trying to gasp for air
"Omg yukes I'm so sorry I didn't mean to I-"
I shushed him and pulled him in for another hug. feeling bad.
"Now tell me what happened"I said angry at whoever made him cry like this
"You remember my girlfriend kika right?"

"Ye Ofc I do"
"She dumped me"
"Omg I'm so so so sorry"
"It's okay it not your fault kinda of"

Hold up. What did he mean kinda of.was it my fault did I say something ,did I do this,did I cause there break up. Omg I'm a terrible human... I-I.Before I could finish my thought/ I felt the French man's head on my lap. Soft snores could be heard. I couldn't wake him up. He was...cute
What no ew were team mates
I propped his legs on on the bed and put a cover over him and laying his head to rest on a pillow. He looked so peaceful. So elegant. So perfect. I shook my head. No no. I grabbed a pillow and one of the extra blankets and made my way to the couch as my bed was occupied.
After a short time I fell straight to sleep.

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