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Yuri is tired, he's always tired, and oh so hungry, but it doesn't stop him. It can't.
He opens his eyes blearily and looks towards his half-shut blinds, wiping the gunk from his eyes and giving a little stretch. Mornings are always the worst. It's almost as if just waking up sends a deep ache through his body. Stretching his legs out and sliding from the covers Yuri gets up to turn off his god awful alarm. He sighs as he fumbles through his actions, putting on his slippers to protect his feet from the cold floor, and stumbles down the stairs to greet his mother.
As he makes his way down he counts the stairs mentally one step, two, three, four…. This continues until he’s counted all 20 and made a note of it in his head. He pauses for a second trying to recall how much 20 has burned, how much of a deficit will this put him at?
“Yuri is that you?” His mother calls earnestly from down below in the kitchen. He decides he’ll just look it up later as he heads into the kitchen.
“Yes mom, good morning.” Yuri smiles at her as she looks up from her coffee and newspaper.
“Good morning indeed, hun, you going out today?” Yuri looks around the kitchen, taking in the scene. No already prepared breakfast, so it won’t be notable if he doesn’t get anything, coffee is already made and still in the pot, nothing in it yet, he can easily skip this meal.
“Yuri are you there?”
“Oh, yea sorry mom, morning brain fuzz.” He smiles brightly at her, “What were you asking?”
“I wanted to know if you had any plans for today. Being a teen and all shouldn’t you go out and have some fun with friends?” Yuri laughs at her joke,
“Very funny mother but we both know I don’t have any friends to hang out with on the weekends, I’d much rather just relax at home.” His mother smiles sadly at him. She knows too well.
“Alright suit yourself, but how about some cash just in case you decide to go out?” Yuri raises a brow in her direction.
“Wow, someones feeling generous today.”
“Don’t test me or I’ll take back my offer.” Yuri laughs again, enjoying the bit of banter with his mom. For the most part, his mom has been his best, and the only friend for his whole life. She was the only person he could be himself with and he loved her for that. But lately, he’s felt alone even when he’s with her.
“Yea, I’ll take you up on the offer. Thank ma.” Yuri reaches out and accepts the twenty from her hands, deciding he might as well get out today and walk around, he needs the fresh air and at least he’ll be burning some calories while he’s at it. “I guess I’ll be heading out now, yea?” He says awkwardly, not knowing what he’s even gonna do. “I’ll see you around okay?”
“Sure thing honey, be safe.”
“Love you.” His mother smiles and lifts her paper back up.
“Love you too.”
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Yuri steps out into the cold air.
The one good thing about living in New York is the fact that something is interesting on just about every block once you get into the city. The issue was that he wasn’t yet in the city.
He groaned to himself as he leaned back and looked into the sky, this is going to be a god awful walk to the subway station. No coffee, hardly any sleep, just running on depression and anger. Might as well make the most of today.
As he walks down the next five blocks he decides to look around and explore a bit, make some use of his time before he gets to the station and see what he can find.
Just to his luck, he stumbles upon a cute little cafe. Being as socially awkward as he is, and honestly afraid to pay for a $3 coffee with a whole twenty dollar bill, he almost doesn’t go in. That is until something in the glass windows catches his eye.
A tall man, with deep olive skin, slicked black hair, and dark tattoos covering his arms was manning the counter. Now Yuri isn’t exactly desperate. But being the awkward young teen he is, he doesn’t talk with many people, much less get any action, but this man. Oh god, this man was perfect. He was the exact persona of his type, down to a T. Yuri had to see him up close.
The bell jingled softly as he pushed open the door and the smell of baked goods and coffee wafted into his nose. Shit. He forgot that cafes are also known for their food. And right on cue, his stomach lets out a fierce growl. The cute barista looks up, Yuri can’t tell if it was from the door chime or the stomach noise. Could he have even heard the stomach noise? God that would be so awkward.
“Welcome to Cafe K, do you know what you’ll like to have?” Cute barista guy says to him. And in this moment of luck, of utter fate, a pure whim, somehow Yuri manages to say,
“Uh yeah, can I get a black coffee and your number?”
And holy shit the realization came. Oh my god. Holy shit what did I just say, oh my god. Yuri can feel as his face heats up and he becomes increasingly aware of how many people are in the cafe and why can he suddenly feel their eyes? Are they looking at him? He wants to run, he has to run.
But before he can do anything the barista chuckles.
“So that’s one black coffee and my number, anything else?” Barista guy looks up at him with a playful smirk and Yuri’s heart just skipped a beat.
“Can I also get your name?” He feels his face heat up but this is a chance he has to take.
“It’s Otabek.”
Fuck even his name is perfect.
A/N
so it's been a really long time since I've written anything and this might just be terrible but I really need to vent so I'm just gonna do it through this fic. I hope it's alright and if you enjoy or want to saying anything about it or give me critique then feel free to comment.