beats per minute

by cyanoscarlet

120... no, 140, Yuri thinks, as he feels his face heat and his head spin, and at that moment, he realizes more than a few things.

"Yuri."

He stops mashing the X button. "What?"

"My glasses," Otabek points to the said pair, currently nudged in the dip of Yuri's elbow. He lifts the glasses up with a start and immediately hands them over. "Oh, um. Sorry."

"'s okay." Otabek wordlessly puts them on and goes back to reading. The tinny Battle Theme blares softly from Yuri's PSP, the drum beating in time with his heartbeat.

120... no, 140, he thinks, as he feels his face heat and his head spin. And at that moment, he realizes more than a few things.

"Otabek."

He looks up from his book. "Yeah?"

"I love you."

Otabek smiles back. "I love you, too."