My Li'l Cinnamon Roll | Yuri Plisetsky X Reader

Alone at Home

Y/N woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling. She made out her surroundings and realised that she was back in Russia, in Yurio's room. Yurio, too, was still asleep, so she cautiously slipped out of bed and found a note on the door.

Yurio's parents had gone out - they would apparently be home alone for the day. So she turned back to the now stirring blonde, telling him the news.

'We're home alone today.'

'...Mmm? Oh, yeah....' Yurio was rubbing his eyes and scratching his head - Smol Innocent Angry Bean... She thought.

Y/N grabbed a hairbrush and positioned the yawning Yurio on her lap, brushing his wild hair.

'The way you sleep is mad, Cinnamon Roll. You didn't do that in Japan.'

'I only do it on my bed. It's wierd.'

'Hmm? You even managed to roll over me at some point, I think.'

'SHUT UP!'

'I was gonna say that when you do get tired, you just wrap your entire body around anything and not move afterwards.' Chuckled Y/N, who was now tying Yurio's hair into a neat bun. She pulled a small amount of his fringe forward, before smiling at her work of art and going for a bath.

'Yura-chan, I'll be in the bath, Ok?!' She yelled down the corridor.

'Yup!'

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Yurio had changed his clothes into a pair of grey joggings and a t-shirt of a slightly darker shade. He went to put his pyjamas in the wash, opening the bathroom door.

'Uh- Sorry...' He blushed a crimson red when he saw Y/N in the bathtub, her collar bone and knees just poking up above the water.

'That's OK.' She smiled at him, before watching him load their pyjamas into the wash basket. 

'Yuri-chan, could you pass me the towel, please?' Yurio looked at her, going red again, before grabbing the white towel and handing it to the girl. 

'I'll be outside.' He rushed out of the bathroom, shutting the door tightly behind him. He waited to hear the expected 'click' of the lock, before sighing and walking to his room. Y/N came out a few minutes later in a pair of tracksuit shorts and a nike t-shirt - presumably what she'd usually wear at home. Her hair fell across her entire front and back, and Yurio offered to brush it for her.

'Sweet!'

'Shall I braid it, or...?'

'Go on and do what you like, I'm sure it'll look great.' He got to work with the brushing - even though her hair was long, it was surprisingly not tangled. He then started on a loose fishtail braid, which he decided would match well with her clothes. Yurio was done within moments, he used her own hair as a hairband and finished the look by pushing her fringe to the right.

'Braid suits you.'

'Mmm? Y/N looked in the mirror, fascinated by her own hair.

'I love it!'

'Nah, no big deal. What's for breakfast?'

'Your mom left some pirozkhi downstairs, that'll do.'

The two made their way downstairs, Yurio grabbing the plate and digging in it at the table. Y/N, however, poured herself a glass of water and just stood against the counter, her attention focused on something in her hands. Yurio finished his pirozhki and put the plate away, sitting himself back down. What was there to do...

Now at the end of his tether, Yurio crept up behind Y/N and slid up the small space between the counter and her. He sat himself up on it, trying to distract her from the book, but she just lifted it up and carried on reading.