Lemon Boy ~ A Yuri Plisetsky X Reader (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8

Previously...

Just as I was drifting off, I hear footsteps going towards the light switch.

Everything went black.

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My alarm goes off again, causing me to groan. I sit up feeling a little sweaty. Looking down, I realize I had slept in my clothes. 'Yuck...' I think, pulling at the armpit of my shirt.

Yuri shifts in the covers of his bed. He, on the other hand, had changed his clothes before going to bed.

I stand up from my futon and walk to my backpack, in which I unzipped it and dig around for clothes. I pulled out a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and hoodie. I don't know why I own this hoodie, judging from our current time frame and the fact that it is SO FRICCIN' BIG. The zipper reaches just bellow my knees.

I walk into the bathroom and change my clothes, not bothering to brush my hair or teeth. 'I'll do it after breakfast...' I think still half asleep. I open the bathroom door to see that sleeping beauty had awoken.

"Morning, Sunshine." I say cooly, leaning on the doorway.
"Доброе утро..." Yuri replies groggily. "Ummm... translation?" But he had already left the room. For all I know, he could have called me a pieced cat shit that had been left out n the litter box for too long!

I look at the time and realize that it was 5:13 am. 'Crap...' I think. 'I should have kept the light off!' I may not like Yuri that much, but no one deserves to have their sleep disturbed so early in the morning.

I open the door viewing Vicktor's room. His bed was empty and neatly made, unlike Yuri's. I walk to the other side of his room and exit through the hallway door. I walk down the stairs to find Weebo Yuri making breakfast, while Vicktor and Mafia Yuri chat at the table.

I quietly sit at the table and mess with a napkin, folding origami with it. As expected, it looks like shit. "What the hell are you doing?" Mafia Yuri asks. "None of your fucking business." I answer with a fake smile.

"(Y/N)! Watch your language!" Vicktor gasps. "Oh I do. I absolutely love to watch the waterfall of profanity escape my vocal cords. And it's so fucking beautiful." I reply, overdosing on sarcasm.

Vicktor looks overly offended while Mafia Yuri is clearly trying to hold back his laughter. "Oh my 4god that was awesome..." he mutters. "Shut up, Yurio!" Vicktor says.

"...Yurio?" I ask, raising a brow. "Ah!Yes, while we are together Yuri has changed his name to avoid confusion." Weebo Yuri explains. "N-no we haven't!" Yurio protests. "Are you sure, Yurio?" Vicktor asks.

I honestly don't know what the big deal is. Do they really want to be named after the term for Japanese lesbian porn comics? I sigh and laugh at the argument."Hey you guys wouldn't mind it I come with you guys to practice, would you?"

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I sat on the bench, lacing up my skates. I had changed into a pair of stretch pants and straightened my hair so that it was out of my face. Vicktor was currently explaining their routines to them. 'Eros and Agape...' I thought. 'Well, I think I know who's getting what.'

That's when I heard it. "Yuri will skate to Eros; And Yurio, you'll skate to Agape!" I almost fell off the bench. "Holy shit..." I mutter. After a bit more intel on the situation, they leave the ice. I walk up to the two and give them my advice: "You guys....are screwed." Yuri looked helpless while Yurio just glared daggers at me.

'My work is now done.' I think as I walk onto the ice, taking laps around the rink. On my third lap, I recognized the feeling that I was being watched. I stoped and looked around, but no one was there.

I took a few more laps and then exited the rink, ready to go home.