Titolo: The snow outside reminded me of you
Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice
Personaggi: Otabek/Yuri, Viktor
Genere: fluff
Avvertimenti: post-series, in inglese, pwp inutile XD
Parole: 1074
Note: COW-T, 1 settimana, M2, prompt "neve". Yuri è più stronzo di quanto non lo sia nell'anime, ma volevo scrivere una shottina corta senza perdermi nell'analisi del personaggio (anche perché oggi ho già scritto DUEMILA PAROLE quando mi aspettavo di fillare con tipo... 500-600 parole striminzite a fic) quindi sticazzi, beccatevelo più dito in culo di quanto già non sia, chevvedevodì.


"Hey, what's up?"
His tone, demeanor and expression are always the same. Even when he's talking to his boyfriend (or... almost-boyfriend, or whatever term is used for "someone whom he's technically having mostly a long distance relationship without having established what they are", or... whatever they are, since Otabek figured he should wait for Yuri to start such a conversation first, and on the other hand fuck no, Yuri is not going to do that in a billion years, although it would be absolutely neat and appropriate if Otabek was to start that conversation). Yuri always looks like he's being bothered, even when he's talking to Otabek. Which, according to the signals Otabek learnt to interpret in the months they've spent talking, skyping, trying to push their relationship a bit further - and failing out of shyness - it does not necessarily mean Yuri considers him a bore or someone annoying in a somewhat endearing way (enderaring enough to not push them away completely) the way he feels about Nikiforov and Katsuki.
"Hi, Yura."
"Why are you calling?" Yuri replies, appearing on Otabek's computer screen with a flat expression while combing his hair. On the corner of the shot, Otabek can see one of Yuri's stuffed toys and it reminds him of all the gifts they sent back and forth for one another. Food, souvenirs from the cities they held their own skating competitions, in one instance even simple, absolutely non-committal (or so they agreed) rings.
"I was looking outside the window," Otabek begins with a thoughtful tone, glancing at it again and looking at the white veil covering the streets and houses facing his own. Looking at them, the suburbs of Almaty are such a welcome sight after months of living in the city or in hotels, especially since it's the season when every skater does so, either for training or competitions. "It's snowing. It's so pretty. And the snow made me think of you, because your skin is pale like the snow."
His computer sputters, and lets out a choked snort. When Otabek looks back at it, surprised, he sees the blue and white striped pattern of Yuri's duvet, which is confusing to say the least.
But then the view changes, and Yuri's face appears again, all red and looking extremely angered - or, given Otabek's experience, a better term would be embarrassed.
"And you called me because of snow?" Yuri mutters, "what if I was skating?"
"I would've called you later," Otabek replies, blinking slowly. "Yura, why are you so embarrassed?"
"I am not embarrassed! Why should I be?!" Yuri replies, scoffing. "It's just my computer fell."
"I see," Otabek replies, in a flat tone. "Well, I just wanted to see you and hear your voice. Are you busy or can we keep talking?" He adds, leaning his head on the palm of his hand as he sits properly at his desk with a fuming cup of black tea at his side.
"kyurptathinbotmen'snw?" Yuri mumbles, very low and fast.
"What?" Otabek asks, with a frown.
"Ugh. Nevermind," Yuri retorts, with a blush, looking away and clearing his throat.
"I want to know," Otabek insists, with his usual calm voice.
Yuri's sigh comes loud and clear from his speakers, but eventually he turns the laptop away from himself, and repeats, "could you repeat that thing about me and the snow?"
Otabek's brows distend again, and the corners of his lips tilt in a little smile.
"It's snowing here, look," he says, taking his laptop and turning it towards the window. "I like the snow. It's white and beautiful, and so it made me think of you."
Except Yuri's brand of snow is so much different from any other kind.
"That's nice," Yuri replies, turning the computer on his own face slowly, very slowly until Otabek can see it. "How long's your schedule going to be packed?" He asks, then, playing with his own fingers as his cheeks flush slightly with a veil of pink on the bright paleness of his features.
"We could meet next month. I'm coming to Russia for training, so we could meet there."
Yuri looks back up to the screen, with his eyes fluttering open and bright. For that brief moment, Otabek's eyes soften at the sight of Yuri's excitement, before the other shuts himself back inside of a stubborn shell.
"Oh, that's cool. I'll be here, the pig and Viktor are gonna elope or something somewhere, in a couple of weeks," he replies, with a shrug. "So I guess I'll be here on my own and we could train together. Or something."
"That sounds good," Otabek replies, with a nod and a gentle smile spreading on his face and up to his eyes.
"Ugh, shut your face," Yuri groans, slapping a hand on the screen and turning his head away.
Otabek's laughter comes through a bit bothered by Yuri's connection, which decides to butcher Otabek's voice right in that moment. Fuck Yuri's provided, as soon as this Skype call is over he'll probably sue and demand them to give him Beka's laughter as crystal clear as it would be in person. Or he could wait to actually see him in person.
"I'll call you tomorrow, Yura," Otabek says, and Yuri separates two fingers to peek at Otabek's eye staring at him from the screen.
"Yeah, 'kay," Yuri replies, slowly sliding his hand down the screen. "Talk to you later, Beka."

"Yuri, let's go! There's a concert tonight in the city, me and Yuuri are going! Are you coming t-?" Viktor practically sings, barging into his room.
"No."
"Good, so I'll tell Yuuri you're coming!" Viktor replies, turning around and whipping his phone out.
"The hell, I ain't!" Yuri snaps, jumping down the bed and running after Viktor. "I'm not coming! Leave me alone!"
"Come on, you can't stay bunked in here all day-" Viktor insists, tapping away on the screen of his phone.
"None of your business, loser," Yuri spits, trying to grab the phone. Viktor sighs and stops, with a wide smile on his lips.
"By the way, when's Otabek coming? We should all hang out together somet-"
"Get out!" Yuri yells, pushing Yuuri out of the door as he flushes for the umpteenth time today. As he slams the door behind Viktor, he unfortunately cannot deny to himself that he heard him giggle. That overgrown pest shouldn't know him this well after such little time.
 
 
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