Bee-oi {book 6; why this}

merry yuurimas

I was only nine years old.

I loved Yuuri Katsuki so much, I had all the merchandise and movies.

I'd pray to Yuuri every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given.

"Yuuri is love", I would say, "Yuuri is life".

My mom hears me and calls me a weaboo.
I knew she was just jealous for my devotion of Yuuri.

She walks away.

I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me.

It's Yuuri. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "Pork cutlet bowls are your eros". He grabs me with his powerful soft hands, and puts me on my hands and knees.

I look up at him in his glory and begin to pray to him.

My Mom walks in. Yuuri looks her straight in the eye, and says, "After the finals lets end this". Yuuri leaves through my window. Yuuri is love. Yuuri is life.