My Li'l Cinnamon Roll | Yuri Plisetsky X Reader

Sick as hell

'5:09? Seriously?'

Yurio had woken up, feeling especially stuffy and noticing a change in his voice. He tried unblocking his clearly blocked nose, but couldn't- to his dismay. He shuffled around in bed, taking in his surroundings. Only to notice that Y/N wasn't there.

Not there? At 5 in the morning?

He hopped out of bed with flimsy legs, grabbing his a pair of leggings and a T-shirt. Walking out the door, he went to check if Mrs Katsuki was up.

She sure was, already cleaning up the place for the new customers of the day.

'Hey, have you seen Y/N?'

'Oh, she left about 2 hours ago. Said she'd be fine.'

Yurio internally face palmed. Grunting, he threw on some winter clothes and stepped head-first into the cold.

There was only one reason Y/N would be out at 3 o'clock in the morning. Before her big tournament. She was training. Stress training.

After a few minutes, Yurio arrived at the ice rink. A thought occured to him; how would it even be open at the time? Trying anyway, he pushed the door with the little strength he had, finding it open. He made his way to the ice, finding a girl in the middle of a triple-axel, sweating and panting. She was bending down, breathing heavily and furrowing her eyebrows in pain. It took Y/N some time to notice the blonde in the room.

'Yuri- .... chan..... What're you?-'

'You're stressing.'

'Uh- I'm fi-'

'No, you're not.' He replied firmly, making his way to the edge if the ice. 'You skate when you stress.'

Y/N sighed, making her way to him. 'You are sick, so...'

Without replying, Yurio just bent down and undid the laces on her skates. She was struggling with those, too - her hands couldn't stop trembling.

'Here.' He held out a hand to keep her stable, and she stepped off the ices and out of her skates. Bending down, Yurio picked up her skates and shoved her into the changing room. She came back a few minutes later, all ready to leave.

'How'd you know I was here?'

'It was obvious. Why's you walk here at 3:00 in the morning? Alone? In the dark?' He fired all of those questions as they left the rink.

'I didn't.' Y/N hopped onto a nearby bike, gesturing Yurio to sit on the back.

'Are you sure you can cycle?'

'Yes, you're the sick one here, Yuri-chan.' She rolled her eyes, getting herself ready. 'Hold on, I like tah go fast.'

Yurio would usually hold the seat of the bike, but this time, his hands trailed along Y/N's waist as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

'Ready?'

'Mmm.' He nodded, leaning against Y/N's back. It stopped the wind getting in his face, so decided that would be easier.

About 5 minutes later, Y/N came to a halt and hopped off the bike. She stuck a hand out for Yurio, who didn't even manage to get off with his weak legs. There was still about another 3 minutes to walk, the Hot Spring reserved the spaces for the customers.

'Shall I carry you?'

'N-no.'

'Ok.' Y/N turned around, her back facing Yurio, and she held his thighs. He slipped his arms around her shoulders, and with one big pull, she lifted him up and off the bicycle.

'Y-your not stressed?' She asked after some silence.

'About what?'

'About the tournament.'

'Nah. In the end of the day, I just gotta win gold.' She frowned at his attitude. This always happened before a tournament. She seemed pretty calm on the inside, but, it never really was the same inside.

'Cinnamon roll?'

'Yeah?'

'Am I gonna win?' Yurio remained silent.

'There's no need to stress. Just do what you love most.'

'Like you?'
...
'HOLY FUCK.' He bellowed, nearly sliding off her back and redder than a tomato in less that two seconds. She giggled at his reaction.

'Just kidding! Look, we're here-'

It was now 5:24 as they walked through the door and head straight for they're room. Y/N fell to the still-warm bed, Yurio not far behind. She sat up against the headrest, whipping her phone out and replying to a bunch of 'Good Luck' messages.

'You actually check all that shit?'

'Yeah.'

'Well I don't.' He grunted, lying down against her chest. Not soon after did he curl up into a ball.

'You cold?' She asked, pulling the covers over them.

He just shuffled about, and she began to twirl his hair around her fingers. Yurio groaned again.

'I CANT BE ASKED TO GET UP LATERRRR......' He placed an elbow down onto Y/N's rock hard stomach, leaning against it with his cheek and staring at her phone.

'Bored...' He started to roll around changing position. First, he was next to her, then under her, then spooning her, then being the baby spoon, then and most finally lying down on top of her. He held his head up with his arms, and she just stared back at his face.

'Still bored...'

'Get some sleep!'

'Nah.......' And moments later he was sleeping right next to her, snuggled up next to her ears. The rest of his body, however, was madness: Yurio had a leg hooked up around Y/N's waist and the other intertwined with her legs - his arms around her.

'Gosh, you sleep like and angel, Yuri-chan....' She muttered to herself.