My Li'l Cinnamon Roll | Yuri Plisetsky X Reader

Sniffles and Sneezes

'AACHOO!'

'Yuri-chan, I keep telling you you caught a cold! Stop denying it!' Scolded Y/N, waving her finger at Yurio, who was shaking his head vigorously.

'I'm not, OK! I'm fi-'

'No you are not, Yuri Plisetsky! Now wait here-' She hopped of the bed a charged out, dashing back with a thermometer in hand.

'Open up!' Reluctantly, the blonde did as he was told, leaving his mouth slightly agape. (HA LOL IM AMAZING I KNOW BEST PUN IN YEARS sorry let's continue (๑╹♡╹๑ )

Sticking the glass rod in, she took his temperature. Y/N shut one eye and stuck her tongue out, which Yurio found both amusing and cute.

'YOU'RE PRETTY DAMN SICK, CINNAMON ROLL.'

Knowing there was no way to argue against that, he just turned away bitterly.

'Oh, come on, don't be like that! You were playing in the snow quote a lot the other day, sooooooo-'

'Don't be like what?!'

'Why'd you deny it forrrrr? I care about you. ANDDDD we need you better for the tournament coming up! Now I'll get some medicine-'

He was quite taken aback by that. Yurio knew Y/N was quite a clingy teen, but never really remembered her being this over-protective.

Once again, she left the room and came striding back with a bottle in hand.

'You hate pills, right? Mrs Katsuki just happened to have this!' She shook it around in front of him, before unscrewing the cap and pouring it's contents onto a spoon.

'HA, BABY! YOU DON'T USE PIL-' mocked Viktor.

Before Yurio could protest, Y/N cut him off.

'URUSAI! I think it's adorable. Now go away!' And with that, Viktor scampered off and she turned back to Yurio.

'Now open up. Wide.'

He did as told, shutting his eyes tight in preparation for the grotesqueness.

'TOO SWEET!' He swallowed it down, before slamming his head into the pillow behind him and rolling around.

'Pills have no flavour really-' He shot her a look, so she just stayed silent.

'Now change that flimsy shirt of your's, Yuri-chan. It's freezing and you wear that to sleep...' She flung open the wardrobe, grabbing a thick pyjama shirt. She pulled off Yurio's top without even listening to him, tugging the fluffy top over his muscle.

'CAN YOU PLEASE STOP TAKING MY CLOTHES OFF?!'

'It was just a shirt, Yuri-chan, no big deal!' He turned away cursing under his breath, still blushing slightly.

'I'll be back with some warm milk. And cookies.' Y/N winked in his direction, walking off.

A few minutes later, she walked back in for what seemed like the 100th time and handed Yurio a piping hot glass of milk.

'Now drink up.'

She watched him as he did so, smiling at every move he made. Once he put the glass down, she made a few remarks.

'When did you grow a moustache?'

'Uh- Urusai, Baka!...' He elbowed her, smirking and licking away the milk around his mouth, causing her to giggle.