Prima {Otayuri}

Two.

   "You're still just as dumb as I remember. You don't need to be sorry for that, dumbass" Yuri sniffed and wiped his eyes. Otabek just stared at the blonde haired boy. Yuri got up and walked to the kitchen. He grabbed a bag of chips and tossed it to Otabek, before he grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the counter. Yuri placed the last cigarette from the box between his lips and looked around for his lighter. Otabek stood up, to the dismay of Beka the cat, and walked over to Yuri. Otabek grabbed the cigarette and tossed it to the floor. Yuri looked at Otabek, to the cigarette, and back to Otabek.

   "What the hell, Beka? Those are expensive!" Yuri leaned down to pick it up but Otabek stepped on it.

   "What the hell, Yuri? Those are slowly killing you!" Otabek crossed his arms. Yuri huffed and threw the now empty box at Otabek's chest. It hit him and fell to the ground. Yuri sighed and looked around his apartment. He was slowly realizing how ballet was taking up his life. His already small living room was taken up a small couch, TV, table, a wall sized mirror, and a few bars mounted to the floor. The wood floor was scratched in multiple places, but Yuri had to keep it clean for his dancing. The kitchen was a mess of dirty dishes and the empty cardboard boxes that once held store-bought foods. Otabek followed Yuri's gaze around the room.

   "Yuri, have you eaten today?" Otabek asked. Yuri shook his head. "Not really hungry. Why?" Yuri looked back into his excuse of a kitchen. Otabek sighed and began to look through cupboards, to find almost nothing. The few things Yuri did have were stale, or weren't very healthy. Yuri rolled his eyes.

   "You need to eat, I don't care if you're not hungry. You could get really sick, Yura" Otabek said sternly. Yuri let out an exasperated sigh and crossed his arms. Otabek slammed a cupboard door in frustration and pulled out his phone. He dialed a local pizza place. After ordering two large pizzas and plenty of fries, Otabek was content. Yuri sighed and looked into the large mirror in his living room. The dark circles under his eyes, his chapped lips, how his skin was pale and clinging right onto the bone. It was all disgusting, and he knew it. But he did it for the sake of his dance. He needed to look good. Or rather, Yuri needed to fit the standards of a ballerina.

   Yuri still wasn't enough.

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kinda a filler.
this isnt gonna be a super long fic butttt :)