Today I’m thinking about
It’s phichit’s first few months living in america. He and yuuri aren’t that close yet, and Phichit sometimes feels weird going to him since yuuri’s so much older- he doesn’t want to look/feel like a baby. He wonders if yuuri thinks it’s weird having a roommate who’s still finishing his last year of online high school. Then winter comes, and it’s freezing, and Phichit wakes up horribly sick in the middle of the night. He makes a mess on the floor of his dorm room; some of it is on him. Some is on his bed. He wants his mom. He wants /someone/. He doesn’t know what else to do, so he ends up getting up and wobbling over to yuuri’s room; he knows he’ll still be awake- the man never sleeps, it seems. Phichit doesn’t say anything at first, just waits for yuuri to notice him. He does, looking up from his computer in question. In a quiet, wobbly voice Phichit admits,
“I threw up...”
Yuuri doesn’t normally like being touched, but he immediately gets up and gives Phichit a hug. He wipes the mess off of phichits hands, and tucks him into his own bed before shuffling off to phichit’s room to deal with the mess. He hasn’t said a word this whole time- he’s a younger sibling, after all, he isn’t used to this. He’s not sure what to say.
When Phichit wakes next, it’s morning. He’s in his own bed again. The sheets have been changed and the room smells fresh, like lemony cleaning chemicals. Yuuri is sitting on the foot of his bed, leaning against the wall, fast asleep. Later that day, when phichit’s fever has broken and yuuri has returned from his classes, he tries to thank him. Yuuri waves him off.
“It’s no problem, you’re my friend!”
Phichit isn’t sure what to say, but his chest floods with warmth at hearing yuuri use the word “friend.” The guy’s so quiet, Phichit honestly hadn’t been sure.
They don’t speak of it again until over a year later. By that point, the two are best friends, practically joined at the hip.
Phichit sits on the edge of yuuri’s bed, taking his temperature and helping him swallow two extra strength Tylenol. He knows yuuri feels awful, but yuuri has yet to complain- he’s been trying all day not to let Phichit hear him coughing and vomiting.
“You can go to bed, Phich. I’m okay.”
Yuuri looks guilty, and he’s not making eye contact. Phichit laughs, taking his roommate’s hand.
“It’s no problem. You’re my best friend.”
