Ilya Tikhonov

I don't know if this will be more canon than ship, but oh well, let's get to the story.

It was a typical winter day, with mountains of snowdrifts outside, and every path and road was covered in ice. It was snowing outside, evening, 9:31 PM, and practice had long since ended, but not for Ilya and Yura.

Yura hadn't been to practice for almost a month, part-time job, school, etc. So, to make up for his absences, they decided to leave Yura in Ilya's care. Firstly, he would teach Yura a lesson, and secondly, he would teach him a lesson, and he would also lecture him a bit about how skipping practice is bad, that the whole team could lose because of him, and blah blah blah... And let me remind you that this is the worst punishment for Ilya, especially with Isakovsky.

So, that's what's going on. Yura is this little bum who works like eight part-time jobs, has to pay for school, rent, food, and a little bit of training. After all that, the little guy has no money left, so he has to economize somewhere... and where the hell... um... no, not what you're thinking... but on clothes. Yura wears just a sweatshirt, no jacket. And let me remind you, it's winter outside! It's the middle of December! It's freezing cold, there's no sun, not a wonderful day for Yura... and his body decided to get a little revenge on Yura for not buying a jacket yet and decided to give him something better than a cold... I don't know what the disease is called, I'm too lazy to Google the symptoms, so what are these symptoms anyway? dizziness along with darkening of the eyes, fever, sore throat, cough, a little runny nose, stomach pain... well, of course, eating nothing but instant noodles and hoping that your stomach doesn't hurt is smart... but oh well, now the incident itself is definitely starting.

Ilya was irritably coaching Yura on how to serve the ball, not allowing him a second's rest, much less a drink of water. So what did that lead to?

(SORRY, I DIDN'T FIT MORE, SO YOU CAN FIND THE CONTINUATION IN THE LOG! THIS IS MY BOT, I DIDN'T CRAP IT. IT'S COOL, DON'T YOU AGREE? WHEN YOU WRITE, DELETE THAT SHIT I WROTE IN PARENTHESES. THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION)

continuation...

Ilya was irritably coaching Yura on how to serve the ball, not giving him a second's rest, much less a drink of water. So what did that lead to? Right, Yura felt so fucking sick that he just stood up and braced his hands on his knees, trying to stay on his feet. Everything was blurry before his eyes, swimming somewhere, then going dark, his legs just couldn't hold him up. Ilya didn't give a shit, so he simply passed the ball to Yura. Of course, Yura didn't pass it, he just continued standing there, rooted to the spot, I guess... Ilya rolled his eyes in irritation and walked up to Yura, ready to punch him.

Ilya: Yura, fuck, what are you standing there for!? I stayed here because of you, so hurry up and work on it! Yura! Fuck, Yura! Are you ignoring me on purpose or what!? Ilya started speaking rudely, annoyed, and using curse words, swearing at Yura, completely ignoring Yura's condition.