The Boy With The Black Bike - OtaYuri

Chapter 10

Yurio's P.O.V

AGH!!! What the hell!? How could I ask him something like that? I literally just met him yesterday. Stupid! Stupid! I kept my gaze away from Otabek, the blush on my cheeks increasing, getting darker with every passing second. I felt Otabek shift slightly on my bed, probably uncomfortable with the totally random and embarrassing question I had asked him.

Suddenly, I felt Otabek's warm, gentle touch on my chin. He turned my face to look up at him. He had a small smile on his lips, a gentle and caring look in his eyes. I blushed more than I thought possible, and looked as much away as I could. Then he spoke. "Sure." It wasn't much of an answer, but it surprised me enough to look up at him. "Really? I-I didn't think you would. I mean, we only just met yesterday." I said looking away again, having to physically shut my eyes when Otabek moved his face too close for me to avoid. "Hey, look at me." when I didn't open my eyes, he tried again. "I have something to tell you. A story, if you will." I opened my eyes and he backed up a little.

He smiled to himself and looked across my room, staring at more of my stupid sketches. "A few years ago, probably six or seven, a really close friend of mine had passed due to suicide." My eyes widened. What did I have to do with this? Why is he telling me this? "Otabek! You don't have to tell me any of this, I mean, i-it's too personal." He shook his head. "No, I really think you need to hear this, Yura." I nodded, then brought my knees up to my chest, hugging them tightly with my chin resting on top of them. "She was such a mess before. I knew that she would end up like this one day, I just didn't know when. I certainly didn't think it would be as soon as it was. I was heartbroken, to say the least. She left me all alone on this earth, with no one to help me through the day. The worst part is that, we were arguing before she left. I'd gone weeks without talking to her, and sometimes I think it was my fault. I know better than to think that now, but the thought still pops up every once in a while. Anyways, I felt lost and empty. I felt like I had to escape somehow. It was like I had physically left my body. I saw myself going for a walk towards the bridge that stretches across the harbour, and I wasn't even controlling myself. When I got to the middle of the bridge, I climbed up on the railing. The cars were passing by, not paying any attention to me. It was almost too easy." He turned to look at me, then continued. "That's where you came in." I looked at him confused. He chuckled a bit. "You really don't remember, do you? Well, some kid had the guts to grab the back of my sweater and pull me off. We were both on the ground and he was yelling at me, asking what the hell I was doing up there. I was silent the whole time. But when I looked up at the boy, I noticed he had the unforgettable eyes of a soldier. His blonde hair was just barely touching his eyebrows." I was still incredibly confused. Is he talking about me? "The boy offered to walk home with me, and I excepted. It was weird. It was like the one kid just cured me in less than a few minutes. That kid was you, Yura."

I shook my head, almost like I was in denial. "How come I don't remember any of that? How do you know it was me?" Otabek smiled at me. "Because you have the unforgettable eyes of a soldier." I blushed. Do I really have the eyes of a soldier, or is he just being nice? "I'm sorry for not remembering that day." I looked down, soon feeling Otabek's strong arms around me. "Thank you for saving me, Yura."

Otabek's P.O.V

Shortly after I shared my story with Yurio, he started to nod off. I was also feeling a little tired so we decided to take a small nap before lunch, our backs facing each other. Well, that plan failed considering we both slept through lunch.

Yuri's P.O.V

I stood contently at the stove, mixing a pot of spaghetti, when Victor rounded the corner, coming into the kitchen with a huff. "What's wrong Victor?" I asked him as he sat in his seat at the table, waiting for his food. "I've called up to Yurio multiple times to come down for lunch, even texted him, but he hasn't responded." Victor crossed him arms over his chest. "Well, did you go upstairs to look?" He shook his head. "Okay," I made my way towards the sink to wash off my hands, then dried them on my apron. "I'll go up and check." I said making my way up the stairs. When I got to Yurio's room, I knocked lightly on the door. "Yurio?" I waited a few seconds but when I didn't hear anything, I opened the door. "Yuri- oh!" I covered my mouth, worried that I spoke too loudly, but when neither of the boys moved, I sighed. I held a small smile on my lips. The two boys sound asleep on Yurio's bed, probably subconsciously, cuddled up to each other.

I chuckled quietly, then started to make my way downstairs, gently closing the door before I left. I went to round the corner into the kitchen, but I ran into something instead. I looked up at Victor and smiled, snaking my arms around his waist. "Where's Yurio?" He asked, gently placing a kiss on the top of my head. I hummed. "He's not coming down. Not for a few hours anyways." Victor grabbed my shoulders, pulling apart slightly. "What's he doing up there? It can't be more important than eating, and what about Otabek? He doesn't want anything either?" I could tell that Victor was getting slightly anxious about Yurio and Otabek being alone upstairs for too long, so I laughed it off. "Oh come on Victor. Let Yurio have some time with his friend, okay?" He pouted and looked away from me. "Okay."

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