Yuri!!! on Ice One-shots

Anxiety *Viktuuri*

Yuuri woke up in his own bed, covered in his thick converter. The mini heater in his room let out a soft hum as it blew out hot air, chasing away the coldness of the winter, though Yuuri still shook as though he were cold. It didn't take him long to realize why he was shaking and it wasn't because of the chill.

Just from that one simple sign, he knew it was going to be one of those days.

One of those days where his anxiety wouldn't leave him alone. Where it would stay and make him feel unloved and uncared for.

Of course, he knew it wasn't true but he couldn't believe otherwise. Not with that heavy feeling of dread on his chest.

His alarm went off on the bedside table and he rolled over to turn it off, then went back to his original position, sighing.

He had no motivation to get up.

If he got up, he would have to go to practice with Viktor. Not that it was a bad thing, after all, they were engaged, but the Russian would be able to sense his distress and cancel practice to make a fuss about Yuuri's mental state.

If he got up, he'd run into Mari and catch her eye, most likely by mistake. Then his sister would quietly enter the bathroom and return with two pills for his illness and a glass of water. Not to mention the pity look he'd receive.

If he got up, both his parents, more his mother than his dad, would constantly be asking him if he was okay or if he was feeling better. They'd just be fretting all day over him, even though there wasn't much anyone could do about what Yuuri was feeling or thinking

So he didn't get up. If he didn't get up, the world outside his bedroom would go away; to cease to exist.

All the judgemental looks that would be thrown his way wouldn't happen. All the snarky remarks anyone thought or said wouldn't happen. All the negative possibilities of the day wouldn't happen.

So he didn't get up.

And it wasn't for another hour before anything out of the ordinary occurred.

Viktor, who had awoken around the same time as Yuuri, had started his morning the way he normally would have.

He would have taken a quick shower and any other bathroom related things before heading down for breakfast. There, he'd interact with other inn guest and the Katsuki family before meeting Yuuri at the rink.

But when he got down to breakfast, he noticed Yuuri's bowl of food sat untouched. Before he could think about it too long, Mari walked in, taking a long drag on her cigarette.

"He probably skipped out on breakfast," she assured him, puffing out a cloud of smoke. "No need to worry about him."

Viktor nodded, though something just didn't feel right.

"Well, he'll be hearing about it from me later," Viktor warned, digging into his meal.

After eating, Viktor went to the front door and slipped on his shoes and jacket. Strangely enough, Makkachin didn't come to bid him farewell like she normally did in the morning. Without thinking too much on it, he assumed she was off sleeping somewhere.

Along his way to the rink, the Russian greeted anyone and everyone one he passed and even stopped to have a brief conversation with the fisherman who was always out in the morning. Even got to pet a dog that someone had been walking.

It wasn't till he got the rink that he knew something was wrong.

When Viktor entered the rink, Yuuko was behind the desk instead of by the ice, watching Yuuri. At the sound of the door opening, the young woman looked up. A frown was on her face and she sighed at the silver-haired man.