To Know You [Yuri Plisetsky x Reader]

9

It seemed a bit past midnight, even though it felt like I left the other room just a few seconds ago. All the talking in the rooms ceased, gradually growing quiet until only the muffled sound of water fountains trickled through the window. After a while, even that stopped and everything was silent. The pitch black in the room comforted me and made me nervous at the same time. I laid on my side, not even under the blankets, on the small twin-sized bed (A stupid name for a bed, seeing as how it can barely fit one person!). 

My elbows still stung, along with my knees and stomach. I had just the smallest tingling feeling in my left arm, but it was barely noticeable. My breath shook as I held my eyes closed, also holding my hands to my chest. 

The creaking of my door made my eyes flick open, and I sat up in my bed. I couldn't see much other than a silhouette. I was about to ask who was there, but I was blinded even more so when my lights were turned on. Bringing my right hand to my eyes, I hissed at the light and tried seeing who was walking in. 

Once my vision adjusted, I brought my hand back down. "What are you doing in here?" I muttered to the blond boy who shut my door behind him. He wore a baggy grey t-shirt and even baggier shorts that reached just past his knees. His hair was crazily disheveled, flyaway strands poking out every which way. 

Yuri grunted as he sat down at the foot of my bed. "I just wanted to see how you're doing. I can't do that with your uncle and the stupid pig awake."

"You couldn't have waited until morning?" I leaned back against the headboard, my left arm resting against my lap and stomach. 

"Do you want me to leave?" He threatened, standing up. 

"No!" I waved my right hand at him frantically, then gestured for him to sit down again. He complied. His eyes hovered over the arm that lay limp in my lap. "Don't ask-"

"I'm asking. What really happened when Viktor grabbed your arm?" He nodded at it, his hair shifting a bit as he did so.

"I don't know what happened, Yuri," I sighed. "All I know is that when I jumped out the window to escape my dad, I landed on this arm and I haven't been able to move it since. I can't even feel it; I only felt it when Uncle Viktor tugged on my arm. I don't think I broke it... I feel like I would've expressed it more if I broke it."

"Or you're just immune to expressing pain?" He shook his head. "Did you not hear any breaking or cracking?"

"I don't know, all I heard was a bunch of just ringing in my ears." And the sound of utter fear and betrayal, but he probably doesn't want to hear about that. 

"Well, either way, you need some sort of support for it. Broken or not." He brought his hands over his head, peeling his shirt off. 

"Oh, my god-" I turned my head away, cheeks heating up as I hid my eyes with my right hand.

"Calm yourself," I could practically hear him roll his eyes as he grabbed my left arm. He tugged it a bit and brought himself closer, pushing my hand down away from my eyes. I cleared my throat awkwardly and kept my eyes averted while his icy hands grazed my neck and arm.

"Your hands are cold," I mumbled, waiting for him to finish. He tied his shirt around my neck and rested my arm in it, resembling a makeshift sling. 

"Your neck is warm," he fired back, leaning back on his arms and shrugging. I didn't know what to make of that, but I pursed my lips and tilted my head. 

"Why are you really in here? It's not like you actually care about me," I paused after stating it matter-of-factly, just in time to hear him hold his breath. "I'm just your ice-skating student."

"I do care about you," he muttered, though it seemed to have been choked out reluctantly.

"Oh, yeah? Say it louder," I challenged and narrowed my eyes.

"I care about you."

"Louder, Yurio."

"I care about you, you goddamn idiot!"

"Then why did you ditch me at the ice rink?!" I stood up off the bed, my arm shaking in the shirt sling. 

"I got nervous!" He stood up, too. "And will you keep it down? All of Japan is trying to sleep!"

"You keep it down!"

"You keep it down!"

"I'm not the one yelling!" 

"Yes, you are!"

"Well you are, too!"

"Then stop yelling!"

"You stop yell-"

"Y/n!" He shot me a glare that shut me up immediately.

"What do you mean, you got nervous?" I held my right arm behind my back, my voice low.

"I mean," he inhaled, then paused, then continued, "I didn't want Viktor to keep pressing on about what happened to your arms, knees...stomach."

"I, uh, I guess that makes sense." I pursed my lips again into a slight frown, falsely hoping for a different answer. 

"Anyway... yes, I did have a different reason for coming in here." He closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment before continuing, "I want you to come walk around with me tomorrow. Just, hang out with me for the day. Outside of the ice rink." It was his turn to purse his lips and avoid my eyes.

"Like... as in... like a da-"

"No," he hurriedly said, matching his eyes to mine. "Not like that- um, Viktor just wanted me to-" he paused again after seeing my eyes sadden at the idea of this only being Viktor's idea, "I mean, no, not Viktor, Yuuri just- no, not Yuuri! I just want you to come with me tomorrow, alright? Yes or no, Y/n?" His cheeks were red by the time he finished sputtering and stumbling over his words, and his voice suddenly went stern and harsh. 

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, and cleared my throat in a mix of awkwardness and excitement. "I mean, yeah, sure-"

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I don't have much for announcements this time, but it's time for our first shoutout!

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Another shoutout coming next chapter!

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~Hedgehog-chan