All About Us [Yuri Katsuki x Reader]

132 - Another day

Everything looked a bit fuzzy for a second as he rolled in the tousled sheets as sunlight streamed through the blinds and its rays gently touched his face. He was certain that his hair was disheveled from the way his fingers managed to get snagged into the unkempt strands. He felt a bit cold even with a blanket draped over him. As good as the idea of sleeping in sounded, Yuri could no longer bring himself to go back into the state of unconsciousness because he found that there was now a very empty space beside him where you were supposed to be. His mind raced at the thought that you had suddenly just disappeared. His neurons rapidly fired up from zero to a hundred in a matter of moments.

Then he sighed. It was no use worrying about you this early in the morning. He was sure that you were fine.

He had found his glasses on top of your bedside table and as soon as he placed it on, the room and everything in it looked so much clearer. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and slowly pushed himself out of the bed. The moment his feet had touched the floor, he felt something warm and wet slick in between his toes. He raised his foot up to see what he had stepped on only to find smudges of red. He didn't feel like he was hurt anywhere so how could there be-

His blood ran cold as he found a trail of small, red splotches leading out of the room. They were well spaced apart, suggesting that either the bleeding wasn't heavy or they were moving quickly.

Without much preamble, he jumped out of the bed and followed it. His heart was pounding in his chest and his mind was coming up with a million worst case scenarios. He followed the trail until it had lead him to his own bed room. He did not have time to question as to why the trail ended there and quickly slid his door open. 

And sure enough, he had found you there, with your back faced against him. He stood there, aghast at what he was seeing. The sight of you made him feel queasy. Throwing up was almost inevitable. The moment you realized that you have been caught literally red handed (because your hands were stained with blood), you gave him a sheepish smile.

"Good morning, Yuri," you sounded awfully chipper, "Did you sleep well?"

His voice got stuck in his throat. He felt as if you just came out of a horror movie. There was blood staining your neck and your shirt.

"I'm sorry for the mess," you gestured to his room, "I was looking for your first aid kit."

He could care less about the unsightly state of his room, what worried him was the way you nonchalantly ignored the fact that your head was bleeding profusely. He was expecting you to explain yourself more but instead you continued to rummage around his stuff looking for a first aid kit. He would have been more than happy to help you if it were not for the fact that everything just seemed so surreal.

Once he had regained a semblance of composure he found himself breaking the silence, "I-Is that your blood?"

You gave him a look. Granted it was a pretty dumb question, you thought that humoring him would get him to calm down, "If I said 'no' would it make you feel better?"

He looked at you incredulously, "That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question!" He stormed towards his drawer, opened it and easily grabbed the thing you had been looking for. He grabbed hold of your wrist and dragged you off to sit on his bed and he did so rather forcefully, if you might add. You couldn't help but like the way the dark haired male took charge of the situation...it sort of turned you o-

"What did you do?" He asked as he took out a bottle of disinfectant and a cotton swab.

"What makes you assume that I-" He gave you a pointed look and you immediately changed your answer, "I picked at the scab on my head, the one I got from the accident."

"You...what?" He made you turn away, trying to look for the wound. As soon as he found it, he did his best to stop the bleeding. It was a sizable wound and he could only guess that it has gotten worse because you decided to pick at it. The warm, red liquid was practically gushing out.  He did not know how you could bleed so much. Any more and you might just die-

He had to stop there. Your tendency to exaggerate was beginning to rub off on him.

"Like I said, I picked at the- ouch! What the heck?!" you yelped, "You could at least try to be a little more gentle."

"Quit whining," he chided, "It won't hurt as much if you stop squirming,"

"That's what they all say."

"Just stop moving!"

He couldn't see your face but he was sure that you were glowering at him, "Why don't we switch places and see how you like it." You did not appreciate how he was giving you so much grief when you weren't even hurt.

He sighed, "What were you thinking...honestly..."

"I was thinking that it might be fun to remove the-"

"It was a rhetorical question."

You scoffed, "Well excuse me. Next time you decide to speak, you should think about putting tags on your questions so that I would know if you're being sarcastic or not." You crossed your arms over your chest, "I don't see why you're so worried. It's just blood, you've seen me bleed before."

"(Y/N), you're practically drenched in it. What the heck was I supposed to think?"

You shook  your head, "You shouldn't worry too much. If I start leaking blood from my eyeballs, that's when you should start worrying."

He ignored you and continued to clean your wound. He could not understand the way you think. In what universe was picking at a wound a good idea? He thought that you of all people would have known better. A rather snide part of him felt like you somewhat deserved the stinging sensation you felt as he touched your wound.

His thoughts trailed off to that of last night. The way you made him feel all warm inside is all on you...but now, he did not know what to feel. It was like a weird cross between awe and irritation. He has spent years being around you and you always manage to bring something new to the plate. If you managed to keep this up, his hair would go gray in no time. It was far too early for him to worry about such things...but no matter...

"But I guess I should thank you again..."

He blinked and paused in what he was doing, "For what?"

"...I don't know," you shrugged, "For cleaning up my mess all the time and not being a product of my psychosis."

A small smile wormed its way onto his lips as he eyed you pouting petulantly. He found the action rather endearing.

He is sticking to his word. He knew that he could not promise that things will be perfect, he knew that he doesn't always have the right words to make you feel better, but he does have the arms to embrace you, ears that are willing to listen and a heart that constantly aches to see you happy. He could be with you all day. He wouldn't mind the craziness that ensued as long as he could stick by you because deep down he knew, that you're his favorite place to be.

"I still don't regret doing it though," you suddenly piped out.

He resisted the urge to sweat drop at your statement. He had a feeling you would say that.

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I dreamt about this exchange between Yuri and (Y/N) last night. I just had to write it. It is something a bit light for the palate.