Yurio x Sick!Reader

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Yuri skidded across the ice, landing with an unceremonious “oof!” on his stomach. Grumbling, the young eight-year-old got back up, holding onto the edge of the rink for support. 
 "Are you okay?“ A voice made him glance over. A pale young girl around the age of eight with beautiful E/C eyes stood by the ice, staring at him. “That looked like it hurt." 

"I’m fine.” Yuri said shortly, trying to uphold his pride as he let go of the edge only to slip again.

The girl giggled as he scrambled to his feet, glaring at her. “You should try it if you think it’s so funny!” He challenged, and the girl’s face fell.
“I can’t.” She said sadly, looking down. “I’m sick. My body’s too weak for too much physical exertion. That’s what the doctor said, anyways." 

 Yuri frowned, his young mind trying to find a way around this dark barrier. "When will you get better?” He questioned, studying her.
“I don’t know.” The girl confessed, frowning sadly. “Maybe never. Who knows?”

“I’ll take you skating when you get better then!” Yuri declared, his voice like an order as the girl’s face brightened and she giggled. “I’d like that. What’s your name?”
“I’m Yuri. And you?" 

The little girl smiled, testing the name on her tongue. "Yuri. I like that name,” she mused softly before grinning. “Want a hug?”
Yuri blinked as she laughed. “Don’t worry! I’m not contagious.”
After Yuri obliged, the girl laughed. “I’m sorry, I just love hugs. I’m Y/N!" 

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 Ever since that day, Y/N had visited the ice rink daily, always making a point of talking to her newfound friend. Yuri looked forwards to the talks as much as she did, their bonds entwining ever more tightly as they became closer and closer. Seven beautiful years of friendship passed, but her condition had worsened. 

 And one day, she didn’t show up. 

 Or the next day. 

 Or the day after that. 

 Until a text lit up his phone in the night after he texted her. 

 Yuri: Y/N, where have you been? -_- 

 Y/N: Hospital. I’m sorry 

 Yuri: WHY DIDNT U TELL ME 

 Read at 11:34 pm. 

She didn’t respond. 

The next day, Yuri made a beeline straight to the hospital.

"I’m here for Y/N L/N. I’m her friend.”
The bored-looking nurse glanced lazily at the board, then back at him. “Straight down the hallway. First door on the left.”

Yuri practically broke down the door as he charged into her room. “Y/N!”
You sleepily opened your eyes, blinking in confusion as your friend stormed to your side. “Dumbass, why didn’t you tell me?" 

 Laughing softly, you quickly stopped as an ache of protest shot through your chest. "Sorry, Yuri. It just got bad.”

There was a minute of silence before he spoke the words he had been dreading to ask.
“Will you be okay?”

You hesitated to answer, remembering the doctor’s grim smile as tears flooded your E/C eyes. “I’m…having a surgery. Tonight. If I don’t text you by two, I guess you’ll know.”
Yuri didn’t say anything as you looked away, ashamed you had withheld this information for so long before looking back up guiltily. “Hug?” You asked timidly, voice sounding like it did so many years ago at the ice rink. 

 You was pulled gently into an embrace, and drops of liquid fell on your neck. Eyes widening, you choked back a sob as you pulled away, forcing him to look in your eyes. “Don’t give up on me just yet, you know.” You teased, wiping his eyes. “You still haven’t taken me ice skating yet!" 

 "Sir?” A nurse poked her head in. “I’m sorry, but you need to leave now.”
“Go, Yuri.” You gently urged, smiling encouragingly as the boy hid his face. “Please? I’ll see you later." 

 I’ll see you later.

 Those words made his feet move slowly towards the door, no matter how much he tried to stop them. The sound of the door closing behind him finalized it. And only then did his heart truly ache.

That night, Yuri tossed and turned in his bed, agitating the fluffy cat at his side. 

Should I do it? 

 I need to ask… 

 Yuri: How are you doing?

 Pressing the ‘send’ button with shaking fingers, he waited anxiously for any type of a response. Glancing at the clock, he cursed at the lettering that spelled out two-thirty.

"Fuck!” He cursed even louder, feeling tears prickling his eyes just as a message lit up his screen.

Frantically unlocking his phone, the tears flowed freely from his blue eyes. 

Y/N: Just woke up Σ（ﾟдﾟlll）sorry!! 

 Y/N: But I had a really nice dream!!!!!
 

Y/N: It was about ice skating with you. （＾ω＾） 

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 "You sure you’re ready for this?“ Yuri looked skeptically at you as you eagerly bounced back and forth on your skates.

"Abso-diddly-lutely.” You declared, breathing in a huge lungful of air that you cherished. Gently, Yuri led you onto the ice. 

Almost immediately, your legs slipped from underneath your body and you fell to the ground. “Ah!”

Yuri burst into laughter as your face turned red, glaring up at him.
“Don’t laugh!”

“You laughed at me five years ago, hypocrite.”
Struggling to your feet, you slapped his arm playfully as you wobbled. “Shush.”
Yuri just scoffed, turning his back on you.

Making your way shakily towards him, you prepared to push him.

 "Hug!“ You yelled in his ear as you weakly pushed him, only to squeal as he turned around and accidentally knocked you over. Fortunately for your skull, he caught you, his arm around your back, preventing you from hitting the cold ice. The two of you stared at each other in silence, your face slowly blossoming into a crimson red as you estimated the distance between the two of you. 

 That gap closed as Yuri’s lips pressed against yours, making your breath catch in your throat before you returned the kiss, relaxing in his arms. His lips were chapped, but warm against yours. Only after pulling you upright did he release you, both gasping for breath.

 "You have no idea how lot I’ve wanted to do that.” Yuri smirked in satisfaction at your red face, ignoring the flush in his own cheeks.

“If you wanted a kiss instead of a hug, you could’ve told me.” You smiled cheekily as you caught your breath, making him chuckle as you wrapped your arms around him, feeling the beating of his heart against your cheek.

 "Love you, friendo.“

"Love you too.”