Otabek woke up before Yuri the next morning by Potya laying on his chest and making it difficult to breathe.

"Mrow," Potya said and he had a particularly close view of the cat's indifferent face.

He moved the cat, scratching her behind her furry ear. Otabek stood up and stretched as he left the room and wandered his new home. Yuri had pictures covering the walls, pictures of him and his grandpa, him and Yakov, him and Viktor, group photos, pictures of Potya. Otabek stood in front of a photo that stood out, a woman with golden hair and brown eyes and a man with black hair and turquoise eyes. His parents. The picture was almost hidden behind a floor lamp like he didn't want to see it but had been hung up out of obligation.

Little Yuri was so cute! In all his pictures from his tot years, he clung to his grandpa with a smile. It was obvious that his grandpa was his most important person followed by Yakov then Viktor. He even had one of him standing between Viktor and Yuuri, the to older skaters beaming proudly as he showed off his gold medal.

Finished snooping through his pictures, Otabek went to the kitchen and began cooking breakfast. Fried eggs, sausage, toast, porridge, cut up fruit, tea. A sleepy Yuri emerged in a long shirt that covered his thighs that had big, yellow letters that said 'Explicit Content'. His hair was in a frizzy halo that glowed in the morning light.

"Good morning, Yuri," Otabek said and heard Yuri wave at him and grunt in response as he sat at the small dining table. Otabek put breakfast on the table and poured him some tea, smirking a bit as Yuri took a sip of tea with his eyes closed and let out a satisfied puff as he slowly woke up. It seemed Yuri was not a morning person.

When he was awake enough to speak, he said quietly, "thank you."

Otabek smiled and reached over, patting his head. His hair was soft as silk, Otabek wasn't a touchy person but he couldn't resist not touching Yuri. There was something about Yuri that just made him different from other people, Otabek had always known that.

Yuri had finally started up enough to have a conversation, "don't you have practise?"

"Not today, Yakov is letting me get settled."

Yuri tossed bits of sausage to Potya who was lurking by their feet like a shark. "I don't think I've had this much free time before," Yuri mused aloud.

Otabek began gathering dirty dishes, "what are you going to do with it?"

"Schoolwork," Yuri stood up, stretching his arms above his head until Otabek could see the bottoms of his shorts that had been hidden under the shirt.

"You have school?"

He shook his head, "I take online classes as a substitute."

"I had those too, they are the worst, huh?" Otabek chuckled, "I'm not the smartest but you can ask me for help if you need it."

While Otabek did the dishes, Yuri was laying on his stomach on the couch, chewing on the end of a pen as he stared at his laptop and occasionally glanced at his notebook. He didn't say a word, Yuri just focused single-mindedly on his work.

After doing the dishes, Otabek got an icepack out, putting it on Yuri's injured ankle. "Hey!" Yuri yelped and winced.

"I know, but you have to deal."

Otabek sat on the back of the couch and smiled as Yuri pouted at his computer screen, not realising Otabek was watching him. Otabek stared unabashedly at his legs, long, pliable, and slim but muscular. The limbs were practically hairless and he wanted to run his hands over them, he shook that thought from his mind, it made him feel incredibly perverted.

Yuri rolled over onto his stomach, "I'm so bored! Can we go to the rink?"

"No! You're supposed to be resting!"

He groaned, "but there's nothing to do!"

Otabek moved Yuri's computed and sat down, "then let's stay in and watch some movies."

Yuri perked up, "can we have some popcorn?"

"Absolutely. You pick out a movie and I'll go get the popcorn."

The blond smiled brightly and Otabek felt his heart speed up. How could someone's smile be so cute?

...

Yuri sat on the couch, scrolling through movies. He settled on a historical fiction about the Romanov family, while waiting for Otabek, Yuri was texting Yuko-chan from Hasetsu. Apparently, Viktor and Yuuri were preparing for their move to Russia but were taking some time to spend in Japan.

Otabek sat back down with a big bowl of popcorn, pulling Yuri's feet into his lap. Yuri pointed the camera at him, "Otabek!"

He smiled a bit, "what are you doing?"

"Bragging about my awesome new roomie," Yuri grinned and took a picture of Otabek smiling softly as his hands held Yuri's feet with a popcorn bowl filled with salty goodness. Otabek looked damn good. Yuri played with the lighting a bit and posted it.

Lazy day with my new roomie otabek-altin #teamyakov #Russia #roommates #ice4life

Likes came flooding in and Viktor, being the old geezer he was, was commenting like crazy. Yuri felt like he had somehow lain a claim to Otabek by being his roommate, it made him a little giddy with happiness.

It was Otabek's turn to be a social media icon, taking a picture of Yuri in his pyjamas with messy hair. Despite his ardent protests, Otabek posted it and more likes and comments were added.

Cute jammies yuri-plisetsky #teamyakov #Russia #roommates #ice4life

"I can't believe you posted that!" Yuri began to laugh, "I look terrible!"

Showing his phone, "everyone else thinks you look cute too." Yuri scrolled through the comments and smiled, a lot of Otabek's friends back in Kazakhstan were commenting along with fellow skaters. Otabek smirked, "it's a good thing my account is private otherwise Yuri's Angels would be all over this."

"I'm surprised they haven't found out where I live yet," Yuri snorted. The crazy group of fangirls showed up at every show and sometimes his practices. Lila was always making him be nice and spend time with the rabid girls.

After posting, they were comfortably situated on the couch and watching movies for the rest of the day watching movies, eating leftover pizza for lunch. They talked through parts of the movies, catching up on the last month or so since the Grand Prix. Otabek's little sister turned nine and he caught up with some friends, went to clubs, biking, spent a couple of days at Issyk Kul with said friends.

Otabek seemed to have a lot of fun when he wasn't skating, sadly, Yuri was still a few years away from eighteen and therefore couldn't drink with him because he was annoyingly strict. In Barcelona, Yuri had to track him down through Guang Hong and even then he got a scolding from Otabek for sneaking into a club. It was totally worth it though, seeing Otabek up in the DJ's booth looking like a badass.

Yuri couldn't wait for his ankle to heal so he could have some fun with Otabek in Russia or at least try and follow him to clubs and drink. Who knows, maybe Otabek would loosen up as he spent time with Yuri.