I Need Help-A YOI Viktuuri Fanfic

Chapter One-Yuri
'''I walked through the streets of Tokyo. I knew everyone was staring as I walked past, so I put in my earbuds and started listening to some music. If I didn’t have my earbuds in, I would have heard everyone’s whispering. After all, it’s kinda hard to keep a low profile when you just got out of jail.'''

My name is Yuuri Katsuki, and I was arrested for murder.

'''Eventually I made it to my apartment. I opened the door and walked in. My roommate was lying on the couch, eating piroshkis and watching Sword Art Online.'''

“Hey Yuri,” I said to him.

'''“Hey Pig,” Yuri replied. Yuri gave me that nickname when we first met in jail. He said it was to keep us from getting mixed up, due to having nearly identical names, but I know that he was lying. It was really because when we met, I ate a lot and he didn’t like me that much. I never found out why he didn’t like me, but I guess it was because I got all the attention, due to being the only one in there for murder. Yuri was in there for robbery. '''

“Did you get the groceries?” Yuri asked.

'''“Yes, I did,” I answered. '''

“Did you remember to get ground beef?” Yuri asked.

'''“Um…” I realized I forgot the ground beef, which was bad. Yuri needed ground beef to make piroshkis, and he needed piroshkis to function. I braced myself for the outburst.'''

'''Sure enough, Yuri started yelling and cursing at me. He even slapped me.'''

'''“Alright, alright! I’ll go get some ground beef!” I yelled.'''

'''“You better!” Yuri replied, then stormed into his room and slammed the door. I sighed. It was hard living with a guy who’s temper is as big as Yuri’s. '''

Chapter Two-Yuri
'''I couldn’t believe my roommate was such an idiot. I mean, HOW COULD HE FORGET GROUND BEEF?! He got himself his pork cutlets, but forgot my ground beef! He is a selfish kretin!'''

'''I was watching my favorite anime, Sword Art Online. I got bored and started beating up my punching bag. My sister, Yuzu, had recommended getting one, as she said it would help me with my anger issues. It never did. But I liked using it nevertheless. I gave it one final punch and it came off its stand and crashed out the window. I watched it fall.'''

'''Welp, I thought, There goes another one. I called Yuuri.'''

“What is it, Yuri?” He asked.

“While you’re out, I need a new punching bag,” I replied.

“You punched another one out the window?” He asked.

“Da,” I answered.

“Yuri, you know I don’t speak Russian.”

'''I groaned. “Da means yes, Pig!”'''

'''“Alright, alright, no need to get angry with me!” I said. “I’ll get you a new punching bag!”'''

'“Khorosho'',” I answered. I’m from Russia, and often I use Russian words just to annoy Yuri because I know he doesn’t understand Russian. The only languages he know are English and Japanese. However, I understand both of those languages, so he can’t use that to annoy me. Basically, I top him when it comes to irritating people.'''

'''I yawned. I’m tired, and I’m hungry, I thought. Maybe I’ll just take a nap until the Pig gets home. I immediately went to sleep.'''

Chapter Three-Yuuri
'''I looked around the store, hood up and earbuds in. I had just gotten a call from Yuri telling me he needed a new punching bag. I found one, but it was on the top shelf. I can’t reach that high. I started trying to reach it. Then, a guy walked up. He had silver hair, and blue eyes.'''

'''“Need any help?” The guy said. He had a Russian accent.'''

“Uh, yeah, I actually do,” I replied.

'''“Hm. You don’t really look like the kind of guy who would want a punching bag,” He said. '''

'''“Um, it’s actually for my roommate,” I answered. “Not me.”'''

'''“Oh,” He responded. “Anyway, I’m Viktor. Viktor Nikifurov.”'''

“I’m Yuuri,” I replied.

'''“Alright.” He got down the punching bag. “Here you go!” He smiled at me.'''

'''“Um, thanks,” I replied. ''Does he not recognize me? Or does he not keep up with news? I thought.'

“See you around!” The guy said, and walked away.

'Wow'', I thought. What is this feeling?'''

Chapter Four-Viktor
'''I was walking around the supermarket. I then saw a guy. He had his hood up, and he was struggling to get a punching bag from the top shelf. I walked over. “Need any help?” I asked.'''

'''The man was a bit startled. “Yeah, I actually do.”'''

'''“You don’t really seem like the kind of guy who would want a punching bag,” I said. '''

“It’s actually for my roommate, not me,” He answered.

'''“Oh,” I responded. “Anyway, I’m Viktor. Viktor Nikifurov.”'''

“I’m Yuuri,” the man told me.

'''“Alright,” I said. I got him the punching bag. “Here you go!”'''

“Thanks,” the man replied.

'''“See you around!” I said. As I walked away, I saw the man’s face. He honestly looked pretty cute. He also looked familiar. '''

'''Then, I remembered. I had met Yuuri before. I gasped in realization. That man was Yuuri Katsuki.'''

'''I had met Yuuri about a year ago. I was the police officer who had arrested him, after he murdered some person. I had no clue they were actually letting him out of prison.'''

'''I realized that my stomach seemed to be full of butterflies. What is this strange feeling? I thought. Sadly, I had no clue.'''