To Know You [Yuri Plisetsky x Reader]

14

Previously on To Know You...
"I'm a goddamn genius so shut up."

She didn't answer me verbally, but she hummed with her smile and held her hands behind her back. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she broke into a sprint, leaving me in the dust. I stood there in surprise for another second or so before running after her. I turned the same corner as her and crossed the same street, stopping behind her at a small, white cart. She turned around to face me with a tray of multicolored balls in her hand. Before I could catch my breath and ask her what the hell she was doing, she beamed at me and shoved one of the pink balls in my mouth.

"I bought mochi!!

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Y/n POV

Yuri grunted and spat the strawberry mochi out on the ground. "What the hell? You don't just shove crap into someone's mouth. That's rude."

I frowned and crossed one arm over my chest, still holding the tray out in my other hand. "You're one to talk about what's rude." I raised my eyebrow and pursed my lips. "How do you not like mochi?"

The blond boy scrunched up his nose and plucked another ball out of the tray. "I do. You just startled me." He hummed sharply before taking a bite into the orange rice ball.

"Oh, my! I startled the fierce and all-knowing Yuri Plisetsky? My liege! I am filled with great-"

"Shut up." Yuri stuffed a vanilla ball in my mouth. After chewing and swallowing I sighed and tilted my head.

"You're a very hypocritical man, you know that?" I put the tray in between my teeth for a moment to pull up my pants by the belt loops. Yuri took the tray from me and slipped his free hand in his pocket. "What do you want to do now? I'm pretty sure I heard you say we've got, like, two and a half hours. Right? Right. Right?"

"Yes, right. Well, the market was a bust, I don't feel like going to the rink, gah. This was a stupid idea. I don't even know Hasetsu." Yuri nodded his hair out of his face before letting it fall back in front of him.

"Well do you just want to go back now?" I took the tray from him.

"No." He took the tray back and I fought a playful smile.

"Well what do you want to do then?" I tugged the tray out of his grip.

"Well you seem to have a great fascination for taking this tray from me." He snatched it back.

"You took it from me first." I tried to take it back from him, but he kept it tight between his fingers. "Hey, it's my turn." He kept a hold on it and turned to walk away. "Well where are you going?"

"Neither of us know Hasetsu so let's just walk around. I don't feel like going back to your uncle yet so let's go." I pursed my lips and tilted my head at him, then sighed and walked by him. Before I could open my mouth to say something he cut me off. "You're gonna say you do know Hasetsu because you live here. But with the way you seem, I doubt you actually know the place. You don't like talking to strangers and you didn't even know about that last market. You probably know just as much about Hasetsu as I do." I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, almost like an are-you-done manner.

"So we're just gonna explore Hasetsu? I don't think there's much to see. It's all trees and streets and markets." I crossed my arms over my chest loosely and let my eyes wander.

"If there's more than one market, let's go to another one. Maybe you can have better luck finding something you actually want." He glanced down at my macaron in my hand and I squeezed it subconsciously.

"Uhh... I don't think that's a good idea. It'll just be a repeat of what happened at the one you took me to. It made you pretty upset and I don't want to annoy you any more than I already have." I sighed through my nose after finishing and looked up at him.

"Oh, god. Spare me the sentiment. We're going to another market." Yuri rolled his eyes and looked up at our surroundings to see if there were any signs of another market. "You should ask one of these people for directions to one. If you live here, you know Japanese."

I impulsively laughed, but it was an ugly, nervous laugh. "Not that much! A lot of people here are tourists so I usually speak English. When I do speak, that is. You said it yourself, I can't really talk to people, so even if I did know a lot of Japanese it wouldn't matter."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Well then we're stuck wandering around like a pair of idiots." He sighed through his nose and nodded his hair away.

"That makes sense. We are a pair of idiots." I tried a smile up at him, and I caught the slightest ghost of a smile on his face. It made my smile all the more real.

"You're stupid enough to be a pair of idiots all on your own." I laughed at his comment,  feeling much better than I did just a bit ago.

"So can you! You're making us walk around lost just so you can find yourself another market!"

"Shut up, your laugh is so annoying," Yuri coughed. I was about to stop, feeling myself get insecure again, until I replayed his cough in my head and realized it wasn't a cough. It was a poorly-stifled, sharp laugh.  I stopped laughing, but a smile stayed on my face.

"And yours is really cute," I said quietly, but he stopped walking and looked at me strangely. I blinked at him. He raised his eyebrows at me. Suddenly I got defensive. I furrowed my brows and sputtered, scrunching up my nose at him. "Wh-not like that, god, why do you have to take it like that? I ju- I mean- wh- shut up." I rubbed my nose with my fist, feeling my face heat up, before slipping my hands into my jacket pocket. He didn't answer, and I started walking.

My heartbeat quickened the longer I walked, feeling like he didn't even bother to follow me. Eventually, I stopped my movement entirely and he ran into me from behind.

"You were following me! Why do you have to be so quiet suddenly?"

"Why do you have to be so loud suddenly?" He countered, looking around at our surroundings once again. "At least you've made yourself useful. Look over there. Three o'clock."

"What?"

"Look a bit to your right," he sighed, grabbing the top of my head and turning it to the right as he said. There stood a market a good distance away, though this one was on the streets rather than a secluded area behind trees.

"Well look at that," I blinked and smacked his hand off my head. He scoffed before hooking his fingers around my elbow, that hand still in my pocket, and tugging me along toward the vendors. Impatient.

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Oh my god I'm going to actually start crying.

Are you guys still here? I haven't touched this story since Yuri's birthday ;;;

I promise I haven't just been ignoring it, I have a half a dozen reasons why I haven't been able to update but I just need to say I'm really sorry about that.

I was rereading the story yesterday, and I don't know if in being too critical of myself but does Yuri seem to be getting out of character to you? He is to me and I don't like that, I'll have to rewatch the show.

I'm not going to do a shoutout for this one, just because I've even working on it for three days and I just want it to be posted now. I might do two shoutouts for compensation next chapter though.

I think that's it. Sorry again for disappearing! Summer is nearing so let's hope I can find more time to write this!

Feedback and suggestions always appreciated!

Love ya kiwis <3

~Hedgehog-chan