All About Us [Yuri Katsuki x Reader]

26 - Too little, too late

4 years ago

He gripped the handle bar tightly that his knuckles turned white. It served as the only way to support his body upright. He knew that if he let's go now, he'd fall into a heap on the floor.

He gasped for air as his body shook. Fatigue was overtaking his small frame.

He grabbed his water bottle from the table and opened it, greedily downing its contents.

He hissed in pain as his feet began to throb.

He breifly wondered if what he wanted was really worth putting his body through all this strain.

His phone rang.

The brunette sighed and trudged towards his bag on the corner of the studio, grabbing his towel along the way.

He saw the caller ID and rolled his eyes and answered, "What is it?"

He heard a chuckle on the other end of the line, he could already envision the mischievous smile the caller had on his face.

"C'mon, is that any way to talk to your big bro?"

He allowed a miniscule smile to grace his features, "I can talk to you however I want. Why did you call anyway?" He wiped the sweat from his neck with the towel on his free hand, "You know better than to disturb me during practice."

"Oh...sorry is it a bad time?" He asked, "I promise, it's important."

"No...you're good but I don't like wasting my time."

His brother snorted on the other end, "My mistake, O' Great One," he teased, "I do hope you could spare a little of your precious time for little ol' me."

"You know, sometimes I question who is the older one here..." He muttered, "You seem way too immature."

His brother let out an over exaggerated gasp, "Your words wound me. I am so much more mature than you are."

"Ethan, focus. You're getting side tracked." He dumped the towel in his bag, "You called, something important, remember?"

His older brother laughed, "Right! Sorry. The reason I called is because Mom is ordering pizza for dinner tonight. She asked me to ask you what kind do you want."

"S-seriously?!"

"Oh and she wanted you to pick up a carton of milk on your way home."

"Why do I have to do it?!" He yelled to his phone, lucky no one else was in the studio and his instructor was used to his sudden outbursts, "Why can't you do it? You've probably just been sitting on your ass the whole day."

"Because you love me?"

"Don't push it, Ethan."

"Soooo you're gonna get it?"

"Ugh...fine."

"Great!" Ethan chirped, "I'm gonna tell mom to get Hawaiian then~"

"N-no! Ethan don't! Don't hang-"

The other line went dead.

"Up..." He groaned, "I hate pineapple on pizzas..."

Before he could even pocket his phone, it sent him a notification.

Ethan 6:32 pm - Don't worry, I'll save you a slice :D

He huffed and shoved his phone in his pocket. The nerve of that guy.