All About Us [Yuri Katsuki x Reader]

138 - Confounded

You winced as you gingerly touched the spot which the blonde skater had hit. You were not expecting him to hit you. You weren't expecting it to hurt either but it did. You had registered the pain as it blossomed into an intense heat at the back of your head. You wanted to get back at the little snot nosed, angsty, teenager but you found yourself incapacitated by the thwack to the head. You hissed as you tried to pull yourself together. It hurt like hell. You were pretty sure that was not how people normally greeted each other.

As soon as you had gotten your bearings together and looked up, you saw that Yuri still hadn't moved from his spot. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest as if he was waiting for you to say something.

And boy did you have a lot to say after he had hit you in the head.

"Okay, first of all, you do not hit me in the head. You just don't get to hit me at all. And second of all..." you wanted to pause for dramatic effect but the throbbing pain did not let you. You felt a stinging sensation in the corners of your eyes, "Why the hell did you do that?! Damn it, Yuri!" you hissed, "You just don't hit people like that!" You got into a crouched position on the floor as you covered your head with your hands, rocking yourself back and forth in an effort to make the pain subside.

"You hit me in the head tons of times when we were in Hasetsu!"

"That was for when you were being an ass-slash-jerk-face!"

"You still hit me a lot though!"

You glared at him, "Okay, now you're making me sound like a bad guy! And for the record, you just don't hit people who is still sort of recovering from a concussion!"

A flash of worry shone in his eyes, "...You had a concussion?"

You rolled your eyes at him, "Keyword is 'had'. But that's beside the point," you said then you continued to massage the sore spot on your cranium, "Ughh....damn it, Yuri."

His eyes narrowed at the way you had addressed him but when he realized that you really were, in fact, in pain, he gently grabbed you by your arms and helped you up to your feet. He glanced around and much to his dismay, a few people had seen what had just transpired. He let out an exasperated breath. He really just couldn't catch a break, could he?

The younger skater had dragged you off to the more secluded part of the lobby but not before bothering one of the staff for a first aid kit, just in case. 

You gracelessly plopped yourself down onto one of the couches which, now that you thought about it, was a bad idea on your part because the sudden movement just made your vision swim a bit. The whole area seemed to be spinning. You shut your eyes tightly hoping that the dizziness would just go away on its own. Once you felt that enough time has passed, you opened them and saw that the fifteen year old blonde handed you a box.

You skeptically took it and looked at him questioningly, "What is it?"

"I didn't think I had hit you that hard, did I?" He scoffed, "It's a first-aid kit, moron."

"I know what it is."

"Then why did you ask?"

You pinched the bridge of your nose, "Let me rephrase. What I meant was, why are you giving it to me?"

"You were just complaining about your head a few moments ago!"

You wrinkled your nose in distaste as you handed the box back to him, "I don't need that."

"But you said you had a concussion-"

"I had a concussion. I just really didn't expect you to hit me that hard."