Yurio X Yuri

'Make me food im dieing

It's been years, Hey

Yurio

Yurio sighed, his eyes wondering..
He glances at his phone, 9:37
He sighs and sets his phone down, he puts his hands softly on his stomache and looks at his ceiling,

He decides to get up and talk with anybody, He goes and looks for Yuri
'My stomache is in hell.. I can walk.. So what if I'm about to fall.. I need to eat..'

Yurio looks at the kitchen, and skips it and goes towards Yuri's room,

He knocks on the door, he attempts to talk but a whisper comes out, his stomach pulls and he rests his hand on the door,

Yuri opens the door, he looks at Yurio and tilts his head, "How did you even manage to get over here?" Yuri giggles,

"What's it matter.. Can you make me food.. I'm dieing" Yurio grabs onto Yuri's arm and pulls it, "Yea sure! Victor just asked me to make him something as well," Yuri laughs again

'I'm not amused.. Is something bothering him? Is it me.. Who knows how I look right now.. I feel so.. Vulnerable..'

Yuri walks past Yurio,
He looks back and smiles, Yurio was clearly annoyed "Need a hand?" Yuri smiles than grabs him, he picks him up face first, there heads and chest collide

Yurio's in to much pain to think about it, he gets pulled to the kitchen and sits down and lays his hands and head on the table, his stomache rumbling horribly.