Feel-ines for you (Yurio x Reader)

Chapter 6

I never got an explanation from Viktor for the way he looked at me yesterday, not did I try and ask. After I did my math we went and did the usual, going to Ice Castle. It was a pretty normal day.

I was kind of spacing out while watching them practice, and I think Yuri noticed.

I opened the door to see Yuri standing there. "Hi." He waved at me with a grin. I felt my cheeks grow warm, it was a little unusual seeing him so cheerful, especially early in the morning. "Hey Yuri, wanna come in?" I asked.

He nodded and I let him in, he closed the door behind him and it grew silent between us. I tilted my head at him, as he averted eye contact. I puffed out my cheeks at him slightly pouting, before gingerly taking his hands and taking him to my room. "Dad Yuri's here! We'll be in my room." I shouted from across the house. I knew he'd heard me, and I closed my door behind us.

I force him to sit on my bed and I crossed my arms looming down at him. I sighed, "What's wrong?" He glanced sideways and avoided eye contact again. "It's just... The other day you were really out of it.. And I was wondering what was wrong."

"Oh.. I.."

"When I thought about it, I realized I knew next to nothing about you.." Yuri added, and I looked at him surprised. He was right. He knew nothing about me because I never opened up about myself.

"Well, what do you want to know?" I asked, sitting next to him. He looked down in thought for a moment, then looked me right in the eyes, "Everything."

I sighed, "Do I should start from the basics of what my favorite color is?" He pouted at me, "You know what I mean."

I laughed a little before sighing, "I never talk about my family because there is really nothing good to tell about them." He narrowed his eyes at me, "nothing good?"

"I might as well tell you.." I murmured, rubbing the back of my head while taking a quick side glance. I looked back at him. "Well.. I was born into an actually kind of wealthy family, we had this two story house that was more like a mansion. When I was three, my mom left me and my dad. My dad chased her away, but blamed it on me. As a result, he started..." I paused, swallowing the forming lump in my throat. "Hurting me."

Yuri's eyes widened, speechless as he listened to my life story.

"I was beaten with all kinds of objects, sometimes they'd be blunt, sometimes they'd be sharp. I was emotionally bullied by him, too. I put up with it all, even though I was slowly being broken. His abuse caused me to be afraid of people in general, so it made it especially difficult to make friends."

My voice got shaky, "But what hurts the most is he did awful things to my body that I..." I broke, and started crying. Yuri held me close, cradling me as I sobbed into his chest. I could tell he was holding back his tears, his breath was irregular.

"I still have some scars from his abuse." I croaked, my voice muffled from being buried against Yuri. I felt him brushing his fingers through my hair, it was comforting. Everything about him was comforting. I dried my tears, moving my face away from Yuri's chest. He wasn't letting me go, and I wasn't going to ask him to.

"I'm sorry, I got your shirt all wet." I sniffled, continuing to rub my puffy eyes, "Don't worry about it." He assured, and brushed some loose strands of hair out of my face. I wanted to lean on him still, so I laid down in his lap. He grunted in surprise, but didn't protest.

"Sorry I asked.." He breathed, I shook my head. "I would've told you sooner or later." I snuggled into his lap a bit more, "You're really warm." I hummed.

I watched as his face dusted pink, and I laughed. He pouted slightly before putting his arm over my side, holding me loosely. It was a nice gesture, and I closed my eyes.

Yuri's POV

I felt my face heat up when she said I was warm, she seemed to be enjoying being so close to me. But I still had my doubts. I pouted thinking about it for a moment, and draped my arm loosely around her waist. She closed her eyes, and I could see a smile creeping onto her face. She was definitely enjoying this. She looks so peaceful, and after she told me about her father, I felt the urge to protect her. I want to keep her safe. She's so fragile, and yet, she can be so strong. I found her breaking down my walls all the time.

She's changed me, I don't know when it happened, or how I never noticed. But somehow she helped me show my emotions in more ways than just anger. I think Viktor realized that when my performance during practice seemed to be more meaningful, rather than just an empty routine I practice over and over.

How does she have this much of an influence on me?

I felt (Y/N) shift on my lap. Realizing I had zoned out I look down at her. She's asleep. I analyzed her at this moment, her gentle breathing, the light blush on her cheeks, how soft her lips looked. I felt my heart throb at the way she was right now.

(Y/N) trusts me. I smiled down at her physique. "I won't let anyone hurt you again." I promised, picking her up out of my lap bridal style and laying her on her bed. I started walking out of the room, at the doorway I paused and looked back at her.

"I love you.. (Y/N)"

Woooah what's with the sudden fluff? Well I thought I was moving the story a little too slowly so I sped things up a bit. I have a major project in English/Reading so my updates will come out a lot less, and you'll have to wait even longer to read my shitty writing. It's ok tho! Hang in there my little katsudons!