Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.
Otabek swalloved as he was standing in front of the door. He wasn't a nervous type, but meeting with Yuris' grandfather was another thing. He felt as his lover squeezed his hand. He looked down to the younger boy.
"Don't worry, he will love you!" He encouraged him, then pressed the doorbell. The door opened immediatley, revealing the old man who was standing behind it. "Grandpa!" Yuri cried out, jumping in the mans' neck. Otabek had heared a cracking voice after which Yuri let the man go quickly. "I am sorry. I forgot about your back again," he said in remorsful voice.
"You are starting to become as forgetful as Victor, Yuratchka," the other said, with a smile on his face. Yuri only scowled as an answer, but Otabek knew that he didn't think it seriously. "And you would be?"
Otabek perked his head up, meeting with the eyes of Nikolai Plisetsky.
"I'm Otabek Altin, sir! It's a pleasure to meet you!" He heared his voice trembling, but he did not care about it.
"Don't worry, son. I am not going to eat you," the old man said with a smile on his lips. Otabek's body eased in the blink of an eye and he was smiling as well when he accepted the hand that was reached towards him.
After they had sat down in the livingroom, Otabek felt as something rubbed itself to his leg. Looking down, he saw a beautiful cat who, after their gaze had met, mewled at him.
"Well, hello, beautiful," he cooed at the little thing, picking it up. "Who is she?" Otabek asked, turning towards Yuri.
"She is Potya, the cutest cat alive!" Yuri tried to touch his beloved friend, but Potya cuddled to Otabek who started to scratch her behind the ear. Yuri turned his head away with a hurtful expression on his face.
Abruptly, Yuri felt as a hand started petting his hair.
"Good boy, good boy!" Otabek said, petting him harder. Yuri blushed furiously, but did not turn around for the world.
Nikolai watched them, smiling to himself. After Yuri's exhibition skate he hadn't thought the best of the Kazakh boy, but seeing them like that rested his heart. He knew that he could not leave his grandson in better hands.