I believe Wolfram and Yuuri are definitely OOC at the beginning, but I think it kind of turns back into how they would react. This truthfully originally wasn't going to be a Yuuram fanfic, but I had written it and thought "Why not?" so I changed character names and adjusted a few details and here it is. I will not bother you with my notes anymore more.
My eyes followed his as he read across the paper. A few times his eyes narrowed in confusion. The only slight movement he made in an hour was to rest his head on his left hand. He yawned as he put down the paper and replaced its presence with a book. No movement was made after that. I tended to shift uncomfortably every five minutes just from watching his stillness. I was supposed to be studying for the upcoming exams next week.
"You know, if you had as much concentration on your studies as you have staring at me, you would have the best scores of anyone in our year," he suddenly muttered, slowly shifting his eyes from the book to my surprised eyes.
"Was I staring at you? Sorry. I guess I zoned out for a bit," I lied.
"The dazed look on your face was enough to make me start daydreaming halfway through the page," he sighed, giving me a weary smile.
"Studying with me is a pain, isn't it?" I muttered, glancing at my stack of books and cringing.
He laughed and reached his hand out to rumple my hair. He knew I hated it when he did that. I felt heat rush towards my face as I tugged at his arm. He lifted his hands from my now tousled locks and laughed a bit more. My bangs covered my eyes. I frantically pushed them to the side.
"Your bangs are getting long again," he commented as I tried to flatten the rest of my hair to its previous neatness.
"Your point?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows at him and giving up on my hair.
"They fall in your face a lot, don't they? Shouldn't you cut them?" he asked.
"You know I'm growing my hair out," I pointed out.
"I don- ...you can grow your hair and keep your bangs short, you know," he stated, laying back on the floor.
"He's already got it covered thanks to me," my mother announced, storming into my room.
I groaned as my mother ran over to me and sat beside me. I glared at her as she forcefully turned my head toward her. She separated my bangs from the rest of my hair and pinned them back with two bobby pins to create a tiny bump. My mother used to always do that with her hair before she cut her bangs. She pulled at a few stray strands until she was satisfied with their position. I wouldn't dare touch the pins after she left. She became exceedingly angry last time and she's horrifying when she's angry.
"Yuuri, I thought you were going to practice today," my mother said, confused.
"I was going to, but your son complained until I caved and said I would help him when I was needed. So far, he succeeded in nothing but daydreaming," Yuuri replied, pointing his book at me and sitting back up.
My mother glanced over at me with a devilish smirk on her face. I made the mistake of telling her my secret about Yuuri. I shook my head noticeably enough for him to stare at me with a concerned look spread across his face.
"How about both of you go practice. Fresh air might do both of you good," my mother suggested innocently.
"Alright," Yuuri said with enthusiasm, dropping his book, immediately taking my arm in a firm grasp, and standing up while pulling me up.
"Please, no! I can't! I'll hurt you! No! No! I don't want to!" I protested as he dragged me out of my bedroom and towards the stairs.
My mother and I had moved here to Japan last year from Hollywood, California. I never went out that much since I was always afraid of getting caught by the paparazzi. Therefore, I had never played sports, let alone watched any. Yuuri was the first person I met here. He lives in the house beside mine. I watched him play baseball in his backyard* with his teammates from my balcony the day we moved in. He noticed me and called me over. I shook my head and went back inside, but he went as far as to come over to ask me in person. That's when I told him I hadn't a clue what baseball was. It was obviously a lie, but it was the best thing I could think of at the time to get him off my case. The look on his face he gave me would've been priceless if he hadn't been giving me that look. Since then, he vowed to teach me how to play. I escaped this until recently. Baseball season* was over and our senior year of high school was just starting.
"It's not that bad," Yuuri defended.
"It's not going to kill you, Wolfie!" my mother called out.
I glared at her once more as Yuuri continued to drag me away. The thought of sports terrifies me. I know people consider running a sport. I do that, but it's the other ones that scare me. I gave up struggling against Yuuri quickly and finally noticed his hand was on my arm. Before I could drown any bad thoughts, I blushed. By the time we got to his backyard, I was on the verge of passing out. Yuuri freed my arm and turned toward me. His determined face falls at the sight of me and is replaced with concern yet again.
"Wolf, are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. Fine. Why?" I replied whimsically.
"You look feverish," he stated, placing the back of his right hand on my forehead.
"It's nothing. Sometimes I get a fever when I'm nervous," I lied.
"Right," he mumbled, picking up a baseball bat that was leaning against the side of the house.
"What?" I questioned.
"Nothing," he answered, holding out the bat to me. "Take it."
I did as I was told and held it in my right hand. I looked at it and back up at Yuuri, clueless. He raised his eyebrows and positioned both my hands at the lower, skinnier end of the bat. I kept it held firmly in that position and continued to stare at him without a clue. He started to laugh.
"Are you really American? Honestly, isn't baseball technically an American sport? How do you not know it?" he asked, shaking with laughter.
I dropped the bat in anger. "Sorry! I'm so sorry that my mother's famous and I lived in a city with girls who clung to me whenever they noticed me just because of who my mother was. I'm sorry they only wanted to go shopping, see dance recitals and musicals, go to clubs or movie premiers! How would you like to be suddenly stuck in a world like that!" I snapped.
"Whoa! Calm down a little. I was kidding, but seriously, no baseball at all?" Yuuri replied, picking up the bat.
"I might've seen bits on the news before, but I never watched the channel long enough to actually see any," I murmured.
I directed my gaze to the ground. I flinched as he walked closer to me. He walked around me so he was behind me. He reached around me to reposition my hands. His hands covered mine and he pulled the bat back so it hovered close to my right shoulder. If I thought I was going to pass out before, I was definitely going to now. His body heat surrounded me and threatened to swallow me. His hands touched mine. His arms touched mine. His chest was pressed against my back. His breath heated the back of my neck. Then, it happened. The world divulged into black emptiness as I collapsed into Yuuri's arms while holding that stupid, but lovely baseball bat.
It such a cheesy cliché, isn't it? Truth be told, this actually happened to me back in 8th grade. Just the baseball scene. Nothing else. The only difference was I was just learning how to play tennis back then. Yes. I fainted. On my way to my mom's I started thinking about the past and this is what happens. I write a story about it then changes it into a fanfic. *Sigh*
*I know Yuuri's backyard isn't big enough to play baseball in, but let's pretend it is.
*I honestly have no idea when baseball season ends or even starts. I have a rough idea. I don't watch it. I most likely never will so that's that.
This is just a one-shot, but who knows. I might change my mind in the future. Maybe if everyone likes it enough.
Thanks for reading. :)