All About Us [Yuri Katsuki x Reader]

31 - Stay

"What if I-"

"No."

"How about this, I'll-"

"No."

"Hear me out. If you would just-"

"No."

"Would you let me fin-"

"No."

"Damn it, let me finish what I was going to say!"

Yuri zipped his travel bag closed and looked at you impassively, "For the last time, (Y/N). You cannot stow away in my bag."

You huffed, "And why not?"

"Well for starters, you wouldn't fit."

You looked at your boyfriend incredulously. How dare he doubt you.

"How dare you doubt me. I could totally fit in there."

He just gave you a 'seriously' look.

"You just have to remove all of your stuff in that bag," he wasn't able to keep his bag away from you fast enough as you already proceeded to open it and dump out all of it's contents to the floor, "See? Now there's room for me~"

"(Y/N)! why did you-"

"I could fit in now, o' ye of little faith."

He narrowed his eyes at you and pouted, "Now I have to fix all my things again..."

You rolled your eyes at him, "Think of it this way, now that your other useless things are out, you could finally bring me along."

"But the things that I need are on the floor."

You slapped the back of his head.

"Ouch!"

"Get this through your brain, Yuri," you uttered menacingly, "The only one you need is me."

He stared at you blankly, "I also need my passport and clothes, you know, things which you conveniently dumped on the floor."

You groaned and pushed the bag towards him. You pushed it with so much force that the action made him grunt.

"You're hopeless. Completely hopeless."

You began your task of picking up the contents of Yuri's luggage.

The only reason for your bantering was because you didn't want him to leave just yet.

He was leaving tomorrow for Russia which meant that you would be all alone here for the duration of his competition.

So your resorted into stalling.

So far, you weren't doing so good.

As you piled Yuri's things on top of his bed, you hatched another idea.

"Hey, I'm hungry."

He was in the process of re-folding his ruined clothes when you sat beside him on the edge of the bed.

He sighed, "Then go reheat something. There are left-overs in the fridge."

"But I want you to cook for me," you whined.

"No. I'm busy."

You pulled out your best puppy dog look, "Pretty please?"

"The physical appearance of 'please' has no bearing on my answer."

"Oh c'mon!"

"You can cook for yourself, (Y/N)." He turned his back to you and focused on his work.