Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov were on their way to this year's Grand Prix. That might sound very exciting, to some people, okay, maybe most people, but Viktor was bored out of his mind, and they were only an hour into the seven hour plane ride! Yuuri was on his right, peacefully reading some self help book. Viktor didn't want to disturb him, but he couldn't help himself, he was bored.

Viktor reached to the side and started playing with a longer piece of hair that was dangling in front of Yuuri's glasses.

"What are you doing, Viktor?" the beautiful young man questioned.

Viktor didn't respond, just continued to play with that strand of hair. Yuuri shrugged and went back to reading his book. Viktor was quite enjoying his little game, and started twisting more and more different strands of hair into little curls. He was getting a little too carried away, and now was now flicking small pieces of hair between his fingers, his boredom forgotten.

"Viktor, love, would you mind doing something else? It's pretty distracting," Yuuri asked sweetly. How could Viktor say no to that?

"Of course, Yuuri!" Viktor went back to staring out of a window of the plane.

"Hello boredom, my old friend," Viktor sighed quietly.

It didn't take long before Viktor's boredom became almost unbearable and he once again started looking for a solution.

"Yuuuuuuurrrrri," he whined."Talk to me?"

"Hm, about what?"

"Anything!"

"O-okay. Um… so this book. It's, uh, really helpful and… stuff," Yuuri hurriedly tried to start a conversation.

"Oh, do continue. What makes this book so 'helpful'?" Viktor responded eagerly.

"W-well, now that I've read it, I think I'll be able to fix our dining room table!"

"What a controversial topic for this book to take on!"

"You aren't paying attention, are you?" sighed Yuuri.

"Of course I'd like to read it when you're finished! I look forward to it!"

Yuuri rolled his eyes and went back to reading

When Viktor realized Yuuri was no longer talking about that dreadfully boring book, uh no offense, he went back to staring out the window. Maybe he could play a car game, those always entertained him when he was little. Let's see what games were there. Counting license plate states, no. I Spy, no. Counting cars, maybe he could try counting clouds. Okay then. One cloud. Two. Three - yeah, that wouldn't work. What other games were there? 20 Questions, perfect!

"Yuuri, let's play 20 Questions! Try and guess what I'm think of in 20 questions or less!"

"Sure, okay, sounds fun!"

"Amazing! You can go first!" Viktor smiled.

"Okay, I'm ready!"

"Do you love it?"

"Yes!"

"Is it me?" Viktor smirked.

"No."

"Is it a pork cutlet bowl?" Viktor sighed.

"Yep!"

Life was cruel. Viktor had no idea what to do, and the one time he had almost fallen asleep, he had ended up rapping his head against the window. He was about to lose his mind.

"Viktor, if you're bored why don't you try drawing something, that's what I always do!"

"Yuuri, you're a genius!" Viktor wrapped his savior in a giant hug, before stealing a quick kiss and grabbing some paper and a pencil. Now on to the next conundrum. What should he draw? There were the obvious choices: Yuuri, Makkachin. But he wanted to surprise Yuuri. Then inspiration struck. With newfound determination, he went to work on his drawing, making small and delicate lines to create his beautiful drawing. A fanart of Otabek x Yuri! He had grown quite fond of the ship over the past year, and when he said quite fond, he meant they were his OTP.

"Yuuri, I'm finished with my masterpiece!" Viktor wiggled excitedly.

"Is that Otabek and Yurio?" Yuuri questioned.

"Why, yes it is! Aren't our babies so beautiful and grown up?"

"You're right! It almost makes me cry!" Yuuri sniffled.

"Time passes so quickly!" Viktor started sniffling as well.

"You should send it Yurio I bet he'd like it."

"That's a great idea, He'll be so pleased!"

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Look what I drew on the plane!

ugh don't tell me you've jumped on the bandwagon

Don't worry, I won't keep you! You can go back to Otabek now, don't do anything I wouldn't do.

shut up old man! and coming from you that means nothing, i've walked in on you two so many times

Very proud of his work, Viktor stretched, then went back to looking out the window. Yuuri had hardly finished reading a page when he could sense Viktor starting to get bored again. He had such a short attention span!

"You know Viktor, I think I've read enough to be able to fix our table. What do you say to watching a movie? I just downloaded Frozen onto my phone!"

"I'd love that!" Viktor responded.

Yuuri cuddled up to him and lay his head on Viktor's shoulder, happy to have saved his boyfriend's sanity.

"Yuuri," Viktor whispered. "Thank you." Yuuri didn't respond, but moved in even closer to Viktor.

Yuuri hardly made it 15 minutes into the movie before he was snoring softly. As Viktor listened to Yuuri's soft breathing in time with 'Do you want to build a snowman' he couldn't help but think maybe planes really weren't that bad. With this thought, he let himself drift off to sleep with his Katsudon.

Of course, that pro-airplane mentality didn't last very long on their flight back. Yurio did not enjoy the fanart that came out of that particular plane ride. Viktor had no idea why, obviously, all he did was model them after himself and Yuuri!