[Yuri's POV]

My heart thumps wildly, it beats so fast I feel queasy.

Clam down. Calm down!

Otabek and I hang out together all the time, this is no different. I know this isn't a date but being alone in an environment like this with someone you have a crush on is very nerve racking!

A girl and a boy sitting at a table near us seem just as embarrassed as I am. Clearly they aren't as far into the relationship as all the other lovey-dovey costumers.

"Do you want to try some?" The boy asks nervously, holding out his spoon.

The girl blushes a deep red. "Oh, okay."

She giggles as she leans forward. The boy gently glides the spoon into her mouth and the two of them smile bashfully.

I watch them intensely, studying their every move. They aren't a couple and yet they are confident enough to pull moves like that.

I clear my throat as if to prepare myself and raise my spoon to Otabek. My hand shakes violently, frozen yoghurt dripping everywhere, and I can't seem to get the words out; I kind of just make some weird choking noises.

Otabek looks up from his cup with a concerned expression. "What is it?"

My eyes dart from Otabek to my spoon. "Nothing!" I squeak before quickly shoving the spoon in my own mouth.

The spoon hits the back of my throat and I end up choking, sputtering froyo everywhere.

"Are you okay?" Otabek asks in a slight tone of panic.

"Just fine." I reply nervously.

I try to distract myself by gorging down my frozen yoghurt, but I end up getting a brain freeze.

"Ah!"

I drop my spoon and clench my hands on my head.

Otabek stops eating once again to look at me in terrified confusion. "Seriously, are you alright?"

"Brain freeze." I wheeze, smacking my head down onto the table.

I keep my head down against the table, waiting for the icy discomfort to pass but also to hide my bright red face.

This is not going well at all. Romance and Yuri Plisetsky do not mix. Maybe this is just not meant to be.

I'm suddenly submerged in a wave of depression.

I lift my head slightly and bang it back down on the table.

"Y-Yura...what are you doing?" Comes Otabek's fearful voice.

"Trying to knock myself out." I answer miserably.

Maybe if I black out I can forget what an idiot I just made out of myself.

"Are you still sick?" Otabek questions. "Would you like to go home and rest?"

"No!" I say quickly, lifting myself up. "I mean...I like spending time with you." I add a little more calmly.

"How about we spend time together at home." Otabek smiles and gets up from his seat. "We have plenty of videogames."

He's so caring...even though I'm not even sick. Looks like he wants to get me home anyway, I don't think he would believe me if I told him I wasn't. I guess being ill is a better explanation for my strange behaviour than pathetically lovesick and heartbroken.

"Okay," I give in.

I follow Otabek to his motorbike, walking a little slowly so the moment lasts. When we reach his bike, he clips my helmet on for me; brushing aside my hair so it won't get caught. The gentle graze of his fingertips on my cheek sends goosebumps down my arms. I stand there frozen for a moment, watching as Otabek gets on bike after putting on his own helmet. He revs up the engine, calling me out of my trance. As soon as I climb on behind him, my arms automatically wrap around his waist as if it's where they belong. I snuggle up to his back and close my eyes, comfort and contentment soothing my heart. We speed off through the city and towards our apartment, my long hair dancing in the wind. I wish it would last forever.

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[Otabek's POV]

"Nooo!" I bang the videogame controller against my forehead after my tenth loss in a row.

"Beka you suck." Yuri laughs as he effortlessly mashes away at the buttons.

"Videogames prove nothing! If we were wrestling in real life you would have no chance." I say heatedly.

Yuri pauses the wresting videogame we had been playing and turns to me. "Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe." I smirk.

Yuri crosses his arms and looks me up and down. "What are the stakes?"

"The loser has to wear anything the winner says to training." I answer immediately; I have something specific in mind.

"Make it to every training for the next week and you have yourself a deal." Yuri says.

"Done." I reply, grasping his hand and shaking it firmly.

Yuri sniggers as he rises to his feet. "I'm wondering, should I make you wear one of Mila's skanky dresses? Or maybe I should make you go stark naked."

I also get up and ready my stance. On one hand, I know Yuri doesn't like to lose and I don't want to make him feel scrawny again...but on the other...I really want to see him wear that tiger onzie to training!

The image of Yuri skating around in a fluffy kitty outfit makes my brain go fuzzy with cuteness. Then all of a sudden my fantasy is interrupted by Yuri tackling me to the ground.

"Get your head in the game, Altin!" He roars.

"I will destroy you Plisetsky!" I shout back, throwing him off me.

Yuri stands no chance at overpowering me but I think he realised this because now he is just running around escaping my attacks. Where I might be bigger, Yuri has agility on his side. He probably thinks he can tire me out and then wrestle me to the ground.

Yuri laughs as he leaps around the living room.

There is no way I can catch him, so I decide to change my strategy. I grab a nearby pillow and peg it as hard as I can at Yuri's feet. He stumbles on it, trips and stacks it—just as planned. I quickly pin him down while he is on the ground. Yuri squirms around and flails his limbs furiously, but he can't get up.

"Call Uncle." I demand.

"Never!" Yuri hisses.

"Oh look, scissors. Maybe I should give your hair a trim?" I threaten.

"Uncle! UNCLE!" Yuri screams.

I laugh and release Yuri. He scrambles back from me and grabs his hair protectively.

"Relax, I would never torture your beautiful hair." I chuckle.

Yuri begins to laugh too, before the sudden realisation hits him that he just lost.

"So I was thinking," I say smugly. "That tiger onzie would look real cute on you."

Yuri's cheeks flush red. "You know I have that?!"

"Yes, and frankly I'm a little hurt you didn't show it to me." I reply with fake sadness.

"I-It's comfy! And I like cats..." Yuri says defensively. "Please don't make me wear it! Everyone already treats me like a child."

"Hey, you were gonna make me train naked. Imagine how uncomfortable that would be! At least you will be warm." I reason.

Yuri whines and covers his face with his hands.

"I might consider only making you wear it for one training session..." I say.

Yuri peeps through a gap in his fingers.

"IF you wear it to bed every night this week instead." I finish.

"What?" Yuri complains. "That's just as bad, you're gonna take embarrassing photos of me."

"You probably wore it all the time before I moved in, I just wonna see the real Yuri. Besides..." I say as I clasp my hands on my cheeks. "Imagine how cuddly you'll be! Like sleeping with a teddy bear."

Yuri's face turns red. "Okay, fine! Just please stop talking."

I can't help it, he is so adorable. I hope we never finish building my bed.