You're Viktor's little sister, and had just moved from your parent's house (in Russia) to the Bed n' Breakfast that Yuri and Viktor is living in (in Japan). Your parents abused you, but no one, not even Viktor himself knows. You are not one to show...
You groaned and rolled over on your bed as someone knocked on your door. You didn't want to get up, it had taken a long time for you to fall asleep. Your mind had been racing with Yuri's actions, driving you insane. The door creaked open, and you covered your eyes as the light from the corridor blinded you. "Who is it...?" You asked, exhaustion hinting your voice.
"Get up. We're going to the skating rink." You immediately recognized the voice. Viktor. You groaned and sat up, looking at him.
"...Alright. Let me get dressed." He smiled warmly and left the room, closing the door behind him. You jumped to your feet. You were still in your dress from last night-- you had been so exhausted, you forgot to change. You stood to your feet and went over to your closet, yawning, and picked out a cute outfit (The one with the red skirt).
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You sighed and put it on, sliding on your boots that went with it. You also wore leggings to hide your still healing bruises and cuts. The floor creaked as you left your room, hopping down the stairs silently. You completely ignored your breakfast-- you weren't hungry. Viktor and Yuri Katsuki shot you a worried look, but you ignored it as you sat on the nearby couch, waiting for the three boys to finish eating. You pulled out your phone, checking Instagram. You had turned off your notifications, because your phone had been blowing up when you moved back to Japan. Numerous followers, some you didn't even know, were asking about Yurio, Viktor and Yuri. You rolled your eyes and turned off your phone. To your disappointment, it was time to leave. You were terrible at skating, and didn't want to look like a fool in front of Yurio.
You stood and followed Viktor outside, sighing. "Hey, lighten up. I'm sure you'll have fun!" Viktor ruffled your hair. You shot him a deadly glare, a silent threat. You all got into the car, Yurio and you in the back, Viktor and Yuri in the front.
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You sat on a bench, lacing up the rented pair of skates you had just paid for. You were taking your sweet time, not eager to go out on the ice.
"Oi! Y/N! Hurry up! We don't have all day!" Yurio shouted, clearly impatient. You sighed as you finished up, then stood at the entrance of the ice rink.
"I... I don't know about this—" Suddenly, Yurio skated up to you and took your arm, pulling you out onto the ice. You immediately wrapped your arms around him, stiff as a board. A small whimper escaped your lips, afraid to fall. "Y-Yurio, what the hell?!?!" You hissed.
He only smirked, pulling you out onto the ice. "I won't let you fall."
