cigarettes // yuri on ice

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"Why do you keep coming here?" He said in a colder tone, similar but not the same as the careless, sorrowful one he usually used.

"B-Because I-"

"Because.. what?" He spat. Yuri had no idea what was making him so upset.

"Are you mad at me or something?"

"You've been here, every night, for the past month. Anyone would find that suspicious."

Yuri gulped.

"What do you want from me? Money? Food? Are you homeless? I don't have that much money if you're going to try to mug me."

"Can't people just enjoy talking to other people?" Yuri pleaded, trying to look at him for something- anything. But all he saw was the dim outline of his broad shoulders and tiny neck, connected to a faceless face and the most breathtaking of hair colors. Or at least he thought it was.