A/N: Hey, hey, hey! Welcome back to another chapter of Our Sweet Yurio! I hope you guys enjoy today's chapter just as much as I did writing it!
"28...29..." One of the boys that were playing counted somewhere nearby. I think his name was Krisp, like Rice Krispy Treat? No, that's stupid...hmm...Oh! It was Chris...sounds creepy to me. I thought with a shudder. I was currently tucked into a tunnel meant to be crawled through. It was cool to the touch and the color of silver, which seemed a bit odd since everything else on the playground was colorful. I didn't really either way though, although the bright colors were a bit obnoxious to look at.
"49...50! Ready or not, here I come~!" The voice said almost tauntingly. "I wonder where they are..." I heard the voice say quietly after a moment of only hearing the many footsteps and endless chatter of the children not playing our game. "Come out, come out, wherever you are...kitty~" I heard the voice say from what seemed like right behind me.
Sure enough, when I turned around, there, crouched down at the end of the tunnel was Chris. "What the flip-flop is wrong with you, you male-box?!" I shouted at the older boy, crawling out of the tunnel and making a run for it, for dear life of course.
I swerved to the left, running past the slide and looked back behind me, he was catching up. Unfortunately, just as I returned to looking in front of me, I almost ran into the swing set and had to turn abruptly. My speed really slowed down and before I knew it, I had been tackled to the ground with the boy on top of me.
"Get off me, you stupid weirdo!" I shouted in his face, but he only gave a slight smirk.
"Aww~! The cute kitty is just so angry, its plain adorable~!" He said teasingly. I growled, squirming underneath him. I didn't have to squirm long though, because the boy got up himself, and with a quick wink, ran off to catch some more kids. I sat up, pouting down at the ground. Stupid teddy bear smoocher. I thought, glaring angrily at the floor in front of me. My arms were crossed and I felt as if I absolutely despised Chris the Creepo.
"Yura," I heard Otabek's voice say from behind me. I turned to look at the reserved boy, who appeared to have approached me from behind. For a moment, I wondered if he was secretly a ninja, but quickly dismissed the idea as completely ridiculous.
"Hey," I acknowledged him, glancing up to the sky for a moment before returning my gaze to him, "You get caught?"
Otabek nodded, sitting down beside me on the ground. I couldn't help but notice that I relaxed when he was around. Not completely, but he helped. Its probably just because he's not irritating.
"You seemed really angry," he said quietly, looking over and making eye contact with me.
"Yeah."
"Why?" He raised a curious eyebrow.
"Chris the Creepo," I said vaguely.
"What'd he do to you? Are you just mad he caught you?" Otabek inquired, looking over for a moment as Chris chased another kid around the playground.
"N-No!" I shouted, accidentally making my voice much louder in volume than I had intended. "I just think he's a creepo, hence the name."
Otabek cracked a smile at this, reaching up and petting my hair for a few moments. "You're just great, Yura."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" I demanded, puffing my cheeks out and narrowing my eyes at him.
He chuckled, just barely though. "Exactly what I said," he responded mysteriously, not really giving me a single bit of information.
"Whatever," I mumbled, crossing my arms again. I looked over back at our surroundings, noticing that Mrs. Hinata had stood up from the bench that she was supervising from.
"Alright, kids! We're going back inside now!" She said, just loud enough so that all of the kids could hear her. Quickly, the playground emptied and we were all back inside, sitting at the carpet once again.
"Alright, nap time!" She gestured towards the mass of pillows and blankets in the corner. I shuffled over to the corner, pulling my own cheeta-print blanket out from the pile and my pillow with a tiger pillow-case pulled over it from the pile. With a soft smile, I laid my sleeping things on the floor and returned to the pile and grabbed my stuffed cat. Laying down, I pulled the soft blanket up to my chest and hugged the cat to my face as well.
"You really do like cats."
I glanced over, turning on my side, to see Otabek settling in beside me. "Yeah, so?" I retorted, not really angry at him.
"It suits you," he said, giving a slight but warm smile.
I hummed in response, looking down for a moment, my cheeks warm.
"Seriously," he stated. I looked back up at him, a bit surprised, having not been so used to this sort of thing, compliments and kindness and whatnot. Or maybe I chose to ignore it...
"Whatever..." I replied, trailing off, but glad he hadn't said anything to tease or mock me about it. He really wasn't like the other kids.
He smiled again. "Sleep well, Yura," he whispered, reaching over and ruffling my hair fondly.
"...You too," I said after a moment, before turning back away from him and shutting my eyes. Just as I heard him do the same, I drifted off to sleep.
A/N: And that's it for now, but I'll definitely write more really soon since I have the next 10 days off! I'm trying to add more detail and make my writing less generic and dull, so hopefully its working out. Its a lot harder than you'd think...
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed today's chapter and I'll see you all next time!
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