My Li'l Cinnamon Roll | Yuri Plisetsky X Reader

Unpacking

Yuuri and Viktor had bid the two farewell, and head off to Viktor's place. Yurio and Y/N both went to Y/N's new place and began helping out with all the unloading. Y/N, as Yurio remembered, used to live with her live with her mom after her parents divorced. It was still the same way, yet Yurio found the house empty when they arrived.

'Where's your mom? I thought you lived with her.'

'I do. But she's rarely around, she spends most nights at her boyfriend's house. She only comes back every two weeks or so, as for then I'm alone.'

'.....She has a boyfriend?'

'Tuh- Yeah. I don't think she even heard about you yet.'

'Oh, come on, she'd at least be here to help you unpack and stuff!'

Y/N looked at Yurio, quite shocked. She then looked back down at her suitcase, her expression dimmed. 

'It's always been like this, really. I never noticed until now.' Trying to shake if off, she took Yurio upstairs to her room. It was about the same size as his, except it was white instead of grey. She had no pink or purple in the room whatsoever - it almost looked like an office. The wallpaper was completely white, with silver glitter blending from the top of the wall. She had a black desk on one side, her books neatly arranged in size order on a white shelf. Her bed was quite large - the bedding on it was white with black roses scattered across it. In the corner of her room was a black wardrobe, with a few jewellery boxes on top. Finally, she had a glass cabinet just for all her medals, each one gleaming in the light from her window.

Yurio made his way around the room, before his eyes fell on a photo frame.

'...You still have this?'

'Of course I do.' It was an old picture of the two of them at an ice rink - it was on Yurio's birthday. He scoffed at the look of his own hair - it was quite childish back then.

'So... I could stay over some time?'

'Huh?' Y/N looked at him, slightly surprised.

'Well, you did say your mom is rarely here, so I was wondering if I could stay over some nights.'

'...If you don't mind me cooking.' She smirked.

'Do you make pirozkhi often?'

'Yup.'

'I'm fine with that. Wanna stay at my place today?' Y/N looked at him, her eyes gleaming.

'Will your parents be OK with that?'

'Yeah, they don't really give a shit. Besides, they remember you - I got about 200 'Congratulations on your girlfriend' texts from them a week ago.'

'Done! Lemme just finish unpacking - it won't take very long.' Yurio nodded and bent down to help her. After about ten minutes, only some of her cosmetics were left.

'Where shall I put these?' He asked Y/N, who was half engulfed by her wardrobe. 

'The bathroom.'

'What floor is that on?'

'I have my own bathroom, silly!' She jerked an arm at a door Yurio hadn't noticed, and he walked over and opened it. The tiles were a gleaming white - her bathroom looked elegant and modern. He made his way to a cabinet above the sink, opening it gently. She was pretty organised - Yurio knew exactly where everything went. He came out a few moments later.

'I thought you just moved in.'

'I technically did. I had about a week before the tournament to get everything sorted out - all my clothes and the tables and stuff. I wanted to keep it a surprise!'