Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Tiger

Yuri Plisetsky

I can't handle this.

Usually when I'm around Yuri I can handle the alluring smell of his blood, I can resist it's magnetism.

This is just rediculus. We're not even in the same room yet I'm surrounded by his damn scent. It's taken over my thoughts completely. Has my sence of smell improved or something? I didn't know what came with my spurt.

This sucks. I'm supposed to hate him, why does he have to smell so good? It's like his blood is flowing out of him and leaching into my senses.

Shit.

"Katsudon?" I slide the door open and look around the room for him. The smell is three times as bad now. It's almost suffocating me in its toxicity.

Then I hear a sob, the smallest little sob coming from the bathroom.

I know I vowed to ignore him forever but my body instinctively reacts, concerned by the signs.

When I step into the bathroom my breath catches in my throat; Yuri is neatly folded unto the corner of the room, his head in his knees and both hands covering his neck as his shoulders jerk slightly under his pale blue jumper in what must be sobbing.

"Yuri? What is it?" I scoot onto the floor and wait for him to respond.

Nothing. He hasn't even recognized my presence.

What he hell do you do when someone is crying?

My dad would slap me when I cried and tell me to man up. I can't do that here.

"Yuri?" I akwardly rest a hand on his shoulder and he noticeably winces at the contact. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

Why is he clamping a hand over his neck so tightly? People don't usually do that when they cry do they?

"Show me your neck" he shakes his head.

With a huff I forcefully yank his hand away.

Well shit. That explains the smell. He's got two fine lines on his neck, both calmly seeping blood.

"How-" when I notice small traces of skin under his nails I don't need to ask.

How could someone do this to themselves?

"Why?" Yuri only hugs himself tighter, shrinking away from me.

"Tell me" again, no responce.

"Tell me or I'll tell dad you've done this"

"No please!" I blink in suprise at the sudden outburst. He's looking at me now, with tear tracks down his face and terror in his eyes.

"Was it him? Did he do something?" I wouldn't be suprised of that mother fucker was the culprit. He always does something wrong. Idiot.

"No I... no" he shakes his head violently, burying it back in his knees.

"I know he didn't come for paperwork, I'm not an idiot. Did he hurt you?"