It Hurts [Yuliy and Philip]

Everything Hurts [Nsfw Non-Con]

"Where's Yuliy?" The professor asked at the breakfast table.

"You know, last night I got up for some water and heard him making some... Noises?" Fallon had a concerned look plastered on his face.

"Noises?" Philip decided to pay attention to breakfast banter at the mention on Yuliy's name.

"Yeah. I think he might have been in pain? They weren't fighting noises. Just... Had he seemed to be getting sick to you guys? He sounded sick maybe. Though, I did hear him call out to you, Philip. Weird." Fallon shrugged and took a bite of his food.

"He told me he was sick the night before last." Philip said. "Maybe I should have pried more? But he said it was a Sirius thing and he'd be okay. He didn't have a reason to lie, I don't think."

"Someone should check up on him." Fallon suggested.

"A Sirius thing?" Dorothea asked.

"Yeah. He said it wasn't contagious or anything..."

Philip noticed the professor and Dorothea share knowing glances before the professor stood. "I'll check up on him. You all finish eating." He left with that and Philip watched him until he disappeared around the corner.

"I should go with him." He stood from the table but was stopped by a kind hand.

"The professor can handle this. Trust me, Philip. It's best this way." She sounded too sincere to be lying but it doesn't mean she's right. He decided not to insist, though and agreed.

"Okay. I'm done eating, though. I should head to my room and get ready, then." She stared at him for two moments too long but nodded and let him go.

He went right to Yuliy's room. The thought of him being in pain and that he could have done something about it sooner had Philip's stomach threatening to return his breakfast. Sure, there wasn't much he could have done but he could have said something to the professor yesterday. What if he's only this bad because he ran off and Yuliy had to follow him in this weather? It could be all his fault and he can't live with being the reason Yuliy's hurt. Not anymore.

Not since the moment he realized that Yuliy wasn't to blame for his parents murder. Not since every time Yuliy saved his life. Not since he saw how kind he was. How caring, strong, and dependable he was. Not since he saw Yuliy's smile. Like actually truly saw it and every time after. Not since he's heard his laugh, saw him save someone, heard him say Philip's name with such care and love. Not since he found himself staring for too long, thinking in certain ways, or remembering interactions with him all wrong.

Not since he started to think he might love Yuliy a little more than he should.

Philip practically ran to the room at this point but got stopped dead in his tracks by the professor. "Philip? Did you come to talk to Yuliy?"

"Wh- uh. No, I was... Going to get ready. Heading to my room!"

"That's good. Yuliy just left anyway. He... Needed a shower." A shower? So he'll find him in the shower. Thank you professor.

"Alright. See you in a few, professor!" He slipped past him and to his room. Getting some clothes for an excuse was a good idea, plus he said he needed to get ready anyway and a shower is part of getting ready. Dorothea can't chew him out for this. Thank you fate for setting up the perfect disguise.

He heard the water running before he got to the showers but was surprised to find no steam in the tiled room. Usually Yuliy takes showers hot enough to fill the room with steam in seconds. Why would he need a cold shower? Wouldn't a hot one be best if he's sick? Is he trying to make himself worse?