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

Chapter 9

Yelling. Screaming. Loud noises being created with face holes. That was the first thing I heard when I walked through the front door.Everyone seemed to be gathered in the kitchen so, being the curious person I am, slowly walked towards the kitchen.

I peak around the wall to see Vicktor holding Yurio up by his abdomen while Yuri tries to coax Vicktor to put him down.

"G-get off of me, old man!" I here Yurio screech. "Let go!"
"Come on, Vicktor. Leave him alone." Yuri says calmly.
"Oh, come on Yuri! It's all in good fun! Besides..." Vicktor leans in.
"I know what I saw." Yurio's face flushes a rosy red as he begins too struggle more.

'I've had enough of this.' I think as I walk into view. "Alright, put the bomb before he blows his top." I say. "And shut up. Your yelling is hurting my head."

Vicktor immediately lets go of Yurio, who lands squarely on the floor. He rolls over and groans in pain. 'Dude, you do ice skating and probably fall, like, all the time! And THAT hurt?' I think as I hold out my hand to help him get up.

Turin glares at me and doesn't take my hand, instead using the table to help in stand. "I hate you all..." he mutters as he walks down the hall and upstairs.

'What was that all about?' I ask myself. Sighing, I walk over to the counter and grab my waterbottle and take a swig. "So I bet you're wonder what that was all about." Vicktor says nonchalantly.

"Yeah." I say. "Well I saw Yurio star-" Yuri slaps his hand over Vicktor's mouth, preventing him from speaking. He looks up at me, his glasses crooked. "I-I'll tell you later!" He says quickly. I take this my time to leave so I walk out of the room, giving a quick "Goodbye" to the two as I walk out.

'What the hell...' I think as I trudge up the stairs. When I enter my (shared) room, Yurio has covered himself in pillows and blankets.

I walk in and grab a pencil and my sketchbook. I hear Yurio shuffle under the covers. "Are...you ok?" I ask, raising a brow at his unusual behavior. He growls in response.

I walk over to my futon and sit, leaning against the side of his bed. "You know you can tell me anything. I won't judge. Do you know why?" I ask, propping up my sketchbook on my knee.

"Why?" He grumbles. "I've probably done something stupider." I reply, pulling up a picture of my cat on my phone. Yurio laughs a little and pulls the pillow off of his head. "(Y/N), you are one of the smartest fan girls I've met."

"I'm not a fan girl. Just a fan." I reply, finishing the head of the subject of my sketch. "What are you drawing?" Yurio asks.
"Nothing. Now, what's bothering you?" I ask. "Doesn't look like nothing. It looks like-"

"What's bothering you, friend?" I cut him off. Yurio sighs and reluctantly sits down next to me.
"It's just.... I miss my Grandpa, my cat, my home... and now I'm supposed to think about agape... it's just stressing." He says. "I have to think about all the things I love and that will only make me long to see them again."

I look at him sympathetically. "I know how you feel." I say. "When my Grandfather passed away, I didn't know what to think. I kept thinking about him and it just made me cry harder." I said.

My pencil was still sketching. "My Grandmother was so sad, that she never wanted to see my family again. I haven't seen her since." The streaks my pencil left where getting darker. "Yuri."

I turn to him. "Do you know why Katsuki was doing so horribly?" I ask firmly.

Yuri shook his head no, sadness is his eyes. "His dog died." I sigh. "That dog was healthy and young and his untimely death affected Yuri K. much more than others."

Yuri looked thoughtful. "You can tease him and call him names, but please, cut him some slack for shedding a few tears." My hand stopped moving. The illustration was complete.

(Yes I drew that)