Yuuri's Pov

I sat by on top of my bed with Yurio sitting against the bed on the floor, I braided his hair as he looked through Instagram liking a few photos. "Why is it taking him so long?" He asked tiredly. "I swear he got lost." He sighed.

I frowned. "Do you think he's okay?" I asked warily. "Does it matter? He's a big jerk..." He turned off his phone and leaned back against the bed causing me to pull my fingers away from his hair. "Yurio, what you said about him the other day. Was it true?" He stiffened at my question and looked away before answering. "Not really."

I cocked my head to the side in confusion. "I was just mad, and he somewhat fueled my anger more." He ran his hand through his hair and took a breath. "I really messed up." He admitted. "I'm sorry you had to go through that too." I looked at him, his face was flushed. "I also got a bit angry that he mentioned my relationship with you. I-it's really none of his business, you just make me feel...calm okay?" He sputtered and struggled with his choice of words.

I smiled, his change of attitude changed drastically, I was happy that it was a good change. Though with Victor and I, since yesterday I was definitely thrown off guard by his outburst. And with his phone, he smiled and laughed happily something that I couldn't make him do on my own. I was beginning to doubt myself.

I lied down on the bed and messed with a strand of Yurio's hair, he didn't seem to mind. Makkachin ran into the room and jumped on Yurio excitedly. "Get off!" He exclaimed and tried pushing the pup off of him. "I think he likes you a lot Yurio." I smiled, he groaned and held back Makkachin. "I'm more of a cat person." He stated. "They don't slobber like..this thing." He looked at Makkachin with a frown.

I giggled. "Makkachin is just a big lover." I patted the bed to catch Makkachin's attention, he perked his head up and jumped on the bed. "But cats are nice too," I added and played with Makkachin for a bit. "Hey pork cutlet bowl," Yurio called for my attention. "Yes?" I looked at him. "..what is Victor to you?" He asked I thought fully at the question. "Well.." I started. "He was an idol at first, but now we're together as a couple. But I think we sort of rushed things." I frowned at my own words.

Yurio looked at me with narrowed eyes. "Why did you rush things?" He asked. "I don't really know...I think.." I looked down as realization settled in on me. "I think I just wanted someone to be there for me. Someone who cared, worried, and loved me.." Makkachin pawed at my back begging for attention, but I was in deep thought.

Had I forced Victor into our relationship? I didn't even ask how he felt, I don't even know that much about him or his personal life. I felt uneasy all of a sudden and bit my lip when a wave of nausea came over me.  "I..I.." I quickly stood and ran to the closest bathroom, I fell to my knees and hunched over the toilet where I threw up clear bile since I hadn't eaten anything this morning.

After retching out what was left in my stomach I flushed the toilet and stood, I leaned over the sink and rinsed my mouth, Yurio was outside with a worried look on his soft features, I gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, anxiety got the best of me." I sighed. "I think I messed up Yurio, I messed up." I leaned against the frame of the door. "I shouldn't be with Victor." My voice broke, I tried to be strong.

I was failing, my heart ached and my throat tightened it was getting hard for me to swallow. But I knew what I said was true, Victor was loved by all. I was simply someone taking him away from the world of skating and popularity, I was bringing him down with me and I didn't want that. And even though my heart aches and tears threaten to spill from my eyes, I have to stay strong...and let Victor go.

Yurio grabbed my hand. "No! I didn't mean to cause this, look Victor loves you. He's loved you for a long time." He stared up at me. "And if he doesn't,  he'll might as well hook up with the first woman he sees." I calmed down a bit at his words. "Thank you Yurio." I smiled and took a breath, Makkachin's ears suddenly perked up. Both Yurio and I looked at him with a confused yet concerned look as he began to growl and then ran off barking.

I looked at Yurio, both of us sharing a look of worrimemt before following after Makkachin who was scratching at the front door barking. "Is someone here?" I asked curiously and was about look through the window until the door was pushed open causing Makkachin to back away.

There Victor appeared with a frown. "Bad boy Makkachin! No barking at others." He scolded the pup, Makkachin whined at Victor's tone and his ears flattened down to his head. "He didn't do anything wrong," I stated and kneeled to the ground to cheer Makkachin up. "I'm sorry." Victor apologized with a monotone voice and then turned his attention behind him. "It's alright he doesn't bite." He reassured with a smile quickly replacing his frown and his tone of voice becoming more cheery.

Yurio scowled. "Who the hell are you talking to?" He asked harshly. "Watch your language Yurio," Victor warned. "...please." He sighed. "Make me," Yurio demanded and turned away. "I'm going to my room. Don't bother me." Victor suddenly stopped him. "Not so fast. You still have to speak to your teacher." I stood up and frowned. "Teacher?" I mumbled.

Victor walked in, following after was a middle-aged woman with beautiful long flowing blonde hair with brown highlights, her eyes were a light blue and her body was slim yet curvy. "Ms.Meyer, Yurio's homeroom teacher." Yurio glared at the woman. "Why are you here?" He asked icily. "Well, Yurio, and Yuuri. This is Angela Meyer, my friend when I was just beginning my skating career." Victor introduced her with a proud smile. "Ah..hello." She smiled warily. "Nice to see you again Yurio." She turned her gaze to him which surprisingly caused him to flinch.

I took a step back, my anxiety already kicking back up. "Oh right! Angela this is Yuuri my....student." My heart dropped at Victor's words, Angela turned to me and smiled almost reluctantly. "Hello, Yuuri nice to meet you." I merely nodded. "N-nice to meet you too." I stammered and took another step back. "I'm just here to talk with Yurio if you don't mind." She said directly to me. "Well um.." I didn't know how to respond, Yurio wasn't someone who I could care for, he wasn't mine to keep, he wasn't my son... but it felt like he was.

Yurio stepped closer to me and grasped onto the sleeve of my shirt. "I won't talk with you." He muttered as he kept his gaze down. "Yurio Angela came all the way over here to speak with you. It'd be best if you don't waste her time." Victor stated in an almost low tone. "I won't!" Yurio yelled, it was a good thing my parents were working, if they weren't they'd be by Yurio in a flash to comfort him. I was the only person here who could though.

I placed a reassuring hand on Yurio's shoulder. "What if I were with you?" I asked with a small reassuring smile, he looked at me with fear in his eyes, the hand that grasped onto my sleeve was trembling. I grasped onto his hand and gave it a small squeeze. "Okay.." he nodded and turned to Victor and Angela who were both patiently waiting, I was still a bit upset with Victor though.

He called me his student, was he ashamed or embarrassed by me? Did he not like the image we both made to the eyes of others? Ignoring the many questions I followed Victor and Angela to the kitchen with Yurio following close behind me, Makkachin had decided to stay away from Victor at the moment. He lied on the couch in the living room while whining sadly, I felt sorry for him I wanted to go over and cheer him up, but right now Yurio needed me to be there for him.

Angela took a seat beside Victor on the ground taking my chance to be closer to him, though I was still debating on what to do. I was happy to sit with Yurio, not so happy that I had to sit across from Angela, she gave off an odd atmosphere. I didn't like it at all, not one but. Victor, on the other hand, was smiling at her and gave her a few winks and smirks making her giggle every now and then.

It made something bubble in my chest..was it...jealousy?

I took a breath to calm myself, Angela cleared her voice. "Alright now, Yurio I understand that you are completely new to our school." She started. "Yeah, so?" Yurio mumbled cautiously. "Is there a reason why you started a fight with top students? Seniors to be exact." I flinched, Seniors? Victor stared intently at Yurio along with Angela. "I didn't start anything, they were the ones who started it," Yurio stated he was trying hard not to burst.

Angela frowned and Victor shook his head with a sigh. "I'm sorry Angie, he always has the habit to lie." He stated. "You don't know anything about me." Yurio glared at Victor, almost giving a murderous vibe. I didn't know what to do now, I felt useless. Angela sent a smile at Victor and nodded at him as if to say that she knew what to do before once again speaking. "Yurio look you won't be in much trouble if you just tell the truth." She leaned a bit forward and stared into Yurio's eyes.

Yurio froze beside me, I looked at him, he seemed to be afraid, but of what? Was Yurio afraid of Angela? Angela quickly flicked her eyes to me before looking back at Yurio. His face went pale, I quickly took a hold of his hand which startled him and shook both him and Angela out of their staring game. Yurio growled. "Fuck off bitch! You think I did something wrong!? I had nothing to do with it, they were the ones who started it! They stole my backpack!" He quickly stood from the ground.

Victor stood as well after seeing Angela's shocked expression after Yurio's insult. "Yurio I demand you apologize to Angela right now! Not only is she your teacher but she is also a very important person to me, so apologize!" Once again the yelling began, I expected Yurio to yell back but...the only thing Victor received were sniffs.

I quickly shot my gaze to Yurio, tears trailed down his cheeks. "You think you know everything, Victor!? I didn't start anything! They stole my backpack, that was a gift someone gave to me! And I loved it so much because.." he trailed off. "Because it was given to me out of love and care. Something that you can never give me beside my grandpa and Yuuri, I hate you Victor! I wish I never met you!" and with that Yurio ran off with Makkachin trotting after him for comfort.

I stood and was about to go after him until a firm hand grasped onto my wrist, I looked up to meet sharp blue eyes. "I think it's best if you leave him alone for a bit," Victor suggested in a low mumble, he looked sad. "No way." I frowned and pulled my hand away from his grasp. "He doesn't want to be alone, can't you understand that?" I asked. "Yurio is not your responsibility." He stated. "So? I don't care, he needs someone." I turned away. "Yuuri I forbid you to see him." He warned, Angela was just watching, that made me angry. "Or what!?" I turned to him. "You'll stop being my coach? I'm just your student after all right?" I was bubbling with so many emotions.

My outburst seemed to keep Victor quiet though, a flash of pain came over his features, I turned away quickly and ran toward Yurio's room. I made it to the front and knocked quietly, Yurio was quick to act and unlocked the door to let me in. I stepped in and closed the door behind me before I was engulfed by a hug, Yurio was trembling. I've never seen him so emotional like this, he was so vulnerable, maybe he was now letting out what he had bottled up.

I myself felt like breaking down, but I had to stay strong. I was upset at Victor for hurting Yurio like this, I became depressed after hearing him call me his student and didn't mention our relationship, I was angry at Angela for pressuring Yurio, I was all over the place with so many emotions going loose within myself, it was getting hard to hold them back.

One question still remained in my mind though..what would happen tomorrow? Would everything change? Was I the cause of all this? I found myself once again blaming myself for Yurio pain, I stumbled onto his bed and sat as he continued to hug me. "...I just want to be left alone..." he mumbled, the curtains were closed but sunlight still shone. "You will, I promise," I reassured. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked, he quickly shook his head. "N-no..just stay here okay?" He said shakily.

I slowly nodded. "Alright, I'll stay," I whispered, Makkachin sat by my legs and whined. "Yeah, I'll stay with you too." I patted his head with my free hand. I sighed. "..I wonder what will happen now. Will you want to go back to Russia?" Yurio's breathing had steadied. "I miss my grandpa but I can't leave." He explained. "Why not?" I asked. "Because you're here. And I feel like I'll be missing something big if I leave." He finally pulled away from the embrace. "Besides, there's no way I'll be leaving you with those assholes." He grinned.

I smiled glumly. "I honestly don't know what will happen now between Victor and me, that's what I'm scared of really." It felt like our relationship was going nowhere but down. And I soon came to the realization, maybe...maybe it was time for me to let Victor go. I wasn't meant for him in the first place, I was just a depressed fanboy begging for attention.

I was a nobody, I didn't deserve anybody. And so I once again dreaded tomorrow, because tomorrow would be my downfall. My ultimate fail. I was absolutely sure I wouldn't survive this fall.