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A/N: This wouldn’t leave my mind.. I’ve been thinking of who I would spend Valentine’s and how Yurio would spend Valentine’s and how potty-mouthed I can be in my head as much as he is outwardly to the people around him.. And fuck I was trying to concentrate but fuck.. He could probably be that one friend I can cuss with and this is the result of it. It’s just a short thing I wrote is all.

Warning: to people who like valentine’s... please don’t read this.. (really sorry, I don’t celebrate it as much as others do and after reading a fic that featured Yurio not into vday as well... this was born)

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“Inhale. Exhale. Breathe in. Breathe out. Let the air expand your lungs and your ribs. Let it fill the very being that is you. Keep your eyes closed. Inhale. Ex-”

“Oh fuck this shit.” He cut her off, his face crunching impatiently with emphasis. The girl sitting across him opened her eyes, rewarding his gaze with equal petulance. This was going nowhere.

“You’re a little piece of shit.” She cussed back. He only smirked and replied, “Says the 4-feet, 20-year-old asian who acts like a kid.”

“Hey watch it, you Russian butt-plug-up-his-ass blondie.” She planted a fist on the table, “You said you wanted help to relax and I’m giving it to you.” The said boy huffed with certified brattiness and crossed his arms.

“I asked for you to chill with me, not a fucking tutorial in breathing air.” She rolled her eyes and mirrored his posture, brown irises glowering more than his searing emerald ones. 

“It’s called meditation, you dumbass. ‘Sides, you looked like you fucking needed it.”

“Whatever, short-stacked bitch.” He stuck out his tongue and turned his focus elsewhere. Her nails silently raked the wood of the table, her withering growl coming out as a long sigh. The tension in the atmosphere simmered down into contemplative silence, both lost in their own heads.

“So where’s Altin at?” She asked.

There was a pause. Some shuffling of feet was heard.

“Out.” was his only response. She closed her eyes once more and let the ticking of the clock pass through her ears, as if waiting for time to speed up. This was not their day at all. The burst of red hearts, roses and chocolates are flooding the markets. She wasn’t stupid. They both knew where said Altin was, probably enjoying this shitty Valentine’s Day.

Fuck it all.

She stood up with abrupt alarm, forcing the blond’s attention back at her, a small frown still apparent on his face.

“Come on, you asshole, let’s go.” She tugged on his sleeve with strength incomparable to Mila’s that he stood up clumsily. He shook off her phalluses and gave the same defiant stare from before, only somewhat lacking his brash aura.

“Where to, bitch?”

“Anywhere. As long as we damned this day. Anti-valentine’s style.” She said, both of them now grabbing their essentials.

“Go on.”

“Oh you know. Burn some roses, cut out black paper hearts, watch some bad-ass movies.. Paint the town as black as possible.” She flashed full-on smirk that can shake the entire town to oblivion. He never really saw much of that until now. Somehow, this made him like the girl even more, deciding she could be part of his A-Team for the moment.

“So” her voice drew him out of his thoughts, “You coming or are you being a pussy?” The boy flashed one of his own, the same determined fire blazing back in his irises.

“Like hell am I gonna be a pussy.”

***

Hours later, Yuri’s angels can find a recent image from Yuri Plisetsky’s instagram account. The photo featured him and an unknown person (girlfriend? nah, she doesn’t look like it. probably friend.) sitting in the backyard donning in a black ensemble (leathered jackets, fingerless gloves and combat boots) with a bunch of roses bundled up in scorching flames.

Fuck Valentine’s day. @chriscapss #FuckValentines #BlackHeartsDay #blackismyjam