"Yuuri? Are you okay?" Viktor lightly knocks on the door, a frown of concern noticeable if the lights weren't turned off in the room. "Yuuri?" at no reply, he steps through the doorway and closes the door. Inside, the only noticeable thing is the outline of bed, holding a lump under the blanket.
"Yuuri?" Viktor whispers, approaching the bed.
"Don't come in!" a familiar, soft voice protests.
Despite himself, the famous figure skater smiles, watching the blanket being tugged further over the lump curled in a fetal position with two, fluffy pink sock covered feet sticking out.
"Too late!" he announces, yanking back the blanket to reveal the grimacing face of the beautiful skater that he's come to love, with her short, messy black hair tangled and without her usual glasses to frame her brown eyes.
Viktor feels his breath escape him, staring at Yuuri with wide eyes, who fidgets under his attention and grabs handfuls of the blanket.
"What?" she brushes hair away from her eyes, glancing at the floor. "Do I look that bad?"
Bad?
Viktor swallows, offering a strained smile. "Far from it Yuuri," he breathes, watching her stare at him with wide eyes. "You're breathtaking Yuuri," he smiles genuinely, "literally."
"Oh," she mumbles, a pink tint fresh on her cheeks as she avoids his gaze. At his continued stare, Yuri glances at her feet before meeting his gaze briefly. "I... I should get ready."
Viktor blinks, "Yes, yes, I'm leaving." He pauses at the doorway and winks. "Don't take too long, Yuuri!~" he smiles. "I'll miss you."
"Viktor!" Yuuri mumbles, face burning.
He closes the door with a final wink, leaving the young skater alone.
"You idiot..." she mumbles, a shy smile spread across her lips before she stands to get properly dressed. At the reminder of her state, she blushes and covers her pajama clad chest.
"He seen me in my pajamas, my Viktor Nikiforov pajamas." Yuuri mumbles in horrified realization, before trying to rationalize the embarrassing situation. "It's dark, maybe he didn't see them."
"Oh, that reminds me Yuuri!" Viktor calls cheerfully from outside the door, "I didn't know you had my pajama set! You look very good in them!"
Yuuri sinks to her bed, cradling her knees to her chest.
"This is one of the most embarrassing days of my life!"
A/N:
Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri on ice!
This is my first genderbender fic, that Shiranai Atsune requested.
I hope it turned out okay! I'm not use to writing for the YOI fandom, or genderbent characters. I'm also sorry that the fic turned out short, but it's the thought that counts, right?