Tough as a Tiger, Fragile as a Snowflake {YurioxReader}

I'm Sorry, I Just Can't

~Hey It's Kat and I finally wrote another chapter. I'm sorry that I keep making you wait but I'm trying to find select days I'm available to update. Well anyway I hope you enjoy this short little chapter I wrote in my history class~
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I woke up to arms wrapped firmly around my waist. I turned my head to see that it was Yuri (P) sleeping peacefully at my side. I would have thought I would be angered by this but now that this was happening I felt the exact opposite; I was calm and quite flustered. Viktor always did this when I was depressed or having an anxiety or panic attack. I then remembered I hadn't spoken to Viktor since last night and even though it's only been a few hours I felt the need to talk to him. However, would I be mean or nice? Would I call him dad or Viktor?

I decided on being nice about it because of Viktor's face last night. I hate seeing Viktor upset especially when it's because of me. I mean a majority of the time he's upset is because there's nothing he can really do to help me since therapy didn't work out. In fact, it made me even worse somehow.

Now, the hard part was getting out of bed without waking the little tiger. I tried to remove his hands, I tried pulling out of his grip but to no avail was it working.

Then I said to myself, "How bad could waking him up be."

"Yuri," I said gently trying to get at least a little movement from him, but there was none.

"Yuri," I said again a little louder, poking his cheeks. A little movement but not enough.

"What else could I try," I said to myself pondering in thought.

Many ideas came to mind but only one stood out, 'Kiss Him'.

I didn't want to but yet again it would definitely work. Although, I felt it wasn't right to kiss him while he was asleep so I settled for kissing his cheek.

"Yuri!" I said again in almost a whisper yell but when he showed no signs of consciousness I kissed his cheek.

His eyes shot open from shock and his grip loosened. I took the opportunity to escape. I got out of his arms and ran to Viktor's room before he could even process what has happened. I decided considering past events I should knock on the door.

Knock Knock

"Dad," I said softly. You could almost hear the understanding and sadness in my voice.

The door opened and out came a puffy-eyed Viktor, his eyes wide at the fact I was there.

"I'm-" I started to cry and Viktor had started to cry again. "I'm sorry." I finished between sobs.

Viktor then attacked me with a hug. However, due to my height, it was always awkward experience yet also a calming one for the both of us. As we cried to each other someone had to come ruin the moment and to my surprise, it wasn't my Yuri (P) it was Yuri (K). We broke away from our hug and dried our eyes to look at him. He was the reason the only person I had left, left me. I ran out the door as fast as my legs would take me. I heard Viktor's cries for me in the background. They made me want to go back but I knew I couldn't face Yuri (K). Not yet anyway.
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Narrator: As _______ ran and ran little did she know a certain blonde and silver-haired male was running close behind. Viktor was upset by her actions but he knew that they were only happening due to his behaviors. ______ never got to hear the whole story and neither did Yuri (P). Yet, was he actually gonna tell them or would he keep it to himself? Although, if he kept it to himself would that help ______'s social anxiety or anything else? I guess we'll just have to wait to read the next chapter of ______'s life now, won't we?