Violets are Red- Yuri X Male reader- DDLC Yuri Fanfiction-Novella

Chapter 21: Hangover

I meandered back to my own bed, the darkness closing in with the leave of the evening sun. I managed to pry open my bedroom door and for yet another time was forced to go to sleep. Simply because I had no alternative. This time I took a while to brush my teeth and relieve myself. I put on pajamas and turned off the lights me had left on downstairs. Packing away the glasses and alcohol we had left away to where they could cause no harm I hurried upstairs, slightly anxious. Out of pure inquisition I pressed my arm against Yuri's door. Relieved I heard heavy breaths accompanied by very slight moans, mostly content but slightly pained.

Calmed I moved to my own room and slit myself between my covers. It was raining to a very small degree, nothing I could see through the blackness of my room just a soft, comforting patter above me. To this sound and boredom I feel asleep. In a slow way rather than an spontaneous reaction this time, rain massaging reality while I conjured guiltily pleasureful images in my mind. Nothing of my own invention, rather a past memory.

It started like any other it was is

esac eht ni s'tI

Decadently it remembers. 

Oct.

Waking up this time was harsh. Not so because of the thundering storm outside, such a thing was actually soothing. It was the groans of a damaged someone, evoking such wordless worry, indifferent to slumber. Clumsily I fumbled with my door handle, led towards the noises. I knew exactly who it was, but I was concerned. Thunder rolled across clouds outside like water flowing over stones while the storm reaped and tormnted the neightbourhood. The snow was gone, but in such weather I could not leave. I finally reached Yuri's door to which I realised how loud the groaning was, gently I tipped it open. I was met with the image of Yuri, still in yesterdays clothes as I had laid her to rest in, convulsing, head down in her pillow. I dared not approach but called with strength and volume from the doorway. "Yuri, are you okay?", a bland question, but of infinite inqusition and concern. 

Yuri flipped over immediatly. "Ale-". Interupted by a brief wanning of her strength and a small yelp she continued "Alex, I'm, i'm not feeling well!". She said this almost as a question so that is appeared comical in nature with a seriously inflexed undertone. "My head's, sore and I, I can't remember!". Yuri strung together her speech with great concern before she released the air she had stored for speech, converting it into a yawn, transitioning into a strenious grunt, overshadowed by the raging storm. I knew what to do. "Yuri, just stay in bed please". You didn't want to bother explaining such things to her in this state. Because of your grant to relax, Yuri stopped resisting and let her muscles relax, though she still sounded stressed her presence in the bed was no longer upheld for the sake of being  presentable for company, it was content.

I shut the door, thunder and rain voiding any real point of being quiet in my actons.  Heading downstairs, fully aware of the hangover, probably her first, that she was experiencing I decided to do something nice. I walked down into the kitchen and opened the fridge, freeze and pantry. Ingredients were plentiful but of a quality or nature that they were uneeded, quail, cheeses, cheap store bought things only I could enjoy and Yuri would only buy for me litter the storage. I eventually decided to make pancakes, blueberrys, syrup and other key ingredients I could all see. As I went to make the batter the fridge, having been left open a second too long began to beep. This was followed by a very painful groan from Yuri due to her headache. Quickly I shut it whicb resulted in graual silence, then I set to preparing the rest of breakfast.

I wasn't the best at cooking but had fair ability, nothing outstanding of which could be seen by anyone who watched me cook. I wasn't used to cooking with a gas element, which was what Yuri used, instead I was more used to an induction plate. Fumbling with the knobs I finally managed to turn it on, a brief smell of solid furl wafted up but soon was snuffed by the flames. The elements has a very forboding nature, large and multileveled and spawned from cast iron it was both a sudden change and relief. Cooking the batter was easy enough, forgetting to grease the pan with some sort of butter or oil made it all the more difficult to maneveur my cakes. In the end I created a haphazard looking stack of large piklets, some burnt and some undercooked but the effor of trying still there. It was becoming all the more clear I was not a good cook. Turning the gas off and finishing with a drizzel of mapyl syrup, berries and a dash of cream up the stairs I went, tray and breakfast in hand.

Crossing the hallway upstairs was a sobering experience. It seemed longer in the dark weather, rain pounding against the window so hard and sky flashing with such alarming fequency it was hard to tell it was morning. I edging alone, weather despite roaring and heaving was calming. I approached the door, though due to my top heavy weight nearly tumbled. Knocking the door frame I was met with an apathatic groan from Yuri, almost as if to ask why I was there, then to tell me to shutup. Trying not to be chirpy, but modest I placed the tray ucross a side from her, at first she took no notice. Upon feeling me touch the matress she spun over. Yuri despite being hungover and having only woken up in the middle of a storm looked beyond desent. Mermerised by my passive stimuli and tired granted, but she was awfully well keep and looked as beautiful as usual. Having seen what I had made she usher a gruff "thanks", clearing her voice and then reiterating herself in her usual tone before taking a dainy little mouthful, seconds later showed that it was edible.

It was at this moment I realised she had thrown her clothes from her body during the night, staring at a tuft of skin peaking out from beneath the cover I took it as my cue to leave. Closing the door gently, happy muching behind it a sole thought, very purposeful and powerful, entered my mind.

.........

.dne eht ees ot tnaw

 yeht ,siht tnaw 

yeht tub ,reve

rof elbativene eh

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 edave dluoc ew hsiw I !no o

g ot ti detnaw eh

s tub yrr

os os 

m'i ,iruY s

iht detnaw tI

I didn't know what it mean, it drew my attention to Yuri's study door. For whatever reason I suddenly became tempted to look again. To look at what laid beyond those curtains. Yuri coulden't exactly stop me, faint chewing and occasional swift, pleasured moans showed the lure of pancakes and the pain of movement was a secure deterent for finding me. I edged closer, hand closing around the cold copper lock. The storm beckoned, louder.