A week passed and Yuri hadn't left his apartment once. Otabek also had practice and would come home worn out and would normally take a shower and fall asleep. It would take a little while for him to adjust to his new training regimen.

However, Yuri was beyond bored. All he did was schoolwork and watch movies and text. He was laying on the couch, bored out of his mind, Otabek was in the shower. It was six in the morning and Otabek was getting ready to head over to the rink.

Yuri got up and limped to the hall, he was going to his room when he literally bumped into Otabek as he was walking out of the bathroom. He had a blue towel wrapped around his waist, his black hair was still dripping and his torso was naked and covered with water droplets.

Otabek was built. He was on the short side but his body was packed with defined muscles that would make him capable of doing lifts with ease. His body was exquisite, and Yuri couldn't help but stare. "Sorry," Yuri muttered, his eyes travelling Otabek's body.

"No harm, where are you going?"

"To get dressed," Yuri put on his best-begging face, "can I go to the rink with you? Pretty Please?"

Otabek sighed, "Yuri, you're supposed to be resting."

"It's not like I'm going to skate, I just want to get out of the house," Yuri stuck out his bottom lip in a pout. "Otabek! I'm so bored here!" Yuri grabbed one of his hands with both of his own.

He squeezed Yuri's hand, "..fine...but you are to sit down and not move, okay?"

"Okay!" Yuri grinned, success!

Both went to get dressed, Yuri put on sweats and a hoodie. Otabek came out in similar attire but Yuri saw his leggings beneath the pant leg. As they left, Otabek made Yuri climb on to his back, "you're not walking down these stairs."

Downstairs, they took a cab, normally Otabek ran to the rink. It felt good to be out of his apartment and back at the rink. He walked in and was overcome with the familiarity of it, Georgi was walking out of the locker room ready to get on the ice.

"Yuri! You need to hurry up and heal, Yakov is riding us harder when your not here to piss him off," Georgi chuckled as he sat down taking off his blade guards. Otabek made sure Yuri sat down, running his hand over Yuri's hair affectionately.

"Be good," he said, "Yakov will be here to back me up."

The teen stuck out his tongue in a bratty manner, "I'm not five!"

"But you are stubborn," Otabek was stroking his hair and Yuri didn't mind it in the slightest, it felt good enough to make him fall asleep. "I'll be watching you."

Otabek left and Georgi was snickering, "careful there, tiger, you're looking more like a kitten."

"Fuck off, Georgi!" Yuri snapped.

Georgi got up, still laughing as he got onto the ice, saying, "Ah, to be young."

"Plisetsky! What are you doing here?" Yakov barked as he walked in, taking off his gloves and hat.

Yuri scowled, "I'm just observing, old man!"

"That better be all you're doing!"

Yuri crossed his arms and huffed, why was everyone so annoying? Otabek was stretching in the locker room but Yuri stayed in his seat watching Georgi practice his new routine. Checking his phone, Yuri was surprised to see a text from Guan Hong.

I'm going to be in St. Peters for a minor event. Wanna hang?

He hadn't seen the small skater since their time in Barcelona at the club. He smiled a little, sprained my ankle but I'm down.

You should have the others join.

Such as?

The dots appeared to show he was typing, Otabek, Mila, Georgi. Minami is joining me.

Who the hell was Minami? He quickly searched up the name and realised it was the hyper-fanboy of the pig from Hasetsu. He was smaller than Yuri but still two years older! How unfair! Minami and Hong were the same age, they were both competing at the event. Minami showed some promise, he was good at hyping up a crowd with his contagious cheerful energy.

Sounds good, Yuri texted back. They continued chatting for a short while, Hong and Minami would be flying to Saint Petersburg in two weeks which meant that Yuri might be able to have some fun and not be treated like a total invalid.

He wasn't looking forward to Minami, but Hong was pretty cool in an innocent, lovable way, nobody could hate Hong and Hong seemed like the person who could never hate someone because he had such a sickeningly sweet personality, the complete opposite of him.

Otabek got on the ice, warming up with a serious expression, his eyes flitting over to Yuri and he gave him a thumbs-up. Yuri smiled a bit as he leant back and relaxed as he watched Otabek skate. The sound of skates on the ice and the familiar sound of Yakov's yelling eventually made Yuri drowsy and despite being cold, Yuri nodded off.

He was woken up by a warm hand touching his cheek, "Yuri, time to go home."

Cracking open his eyes and were greeted with dark brown eyes staring back at him. Yuri was still sleepy and rubbed his cheek against the warm palm, "already?"

"Uh-huh," Otabek tucked his hair behind his ear, "Jeez, you're gonna freeze to death."

They returned back to the nice toasty apartment and Yuri was already dozing off on the couch. Otabek sat next to him and Yuri used him for his warmth, attaching to his side. "Why are you so tired?" Otabek asked.

"Hm? I was talking to Yuko last night."

"Yuko?"

"Mm, from Japan."

He fell asleep, completely done with being conscious.

When he woke up, he felt completely refreshed and warm and comfortable. Strong arms were wrapped around his waist and he felt someone's breath tickling his neck. How did he and Otabek get in a spooning position? Yuri's face was warm, he was probably blushing. He went to remove Otabek's arm but he grumbled in his sleep and hugged him closer.

Yuri squirmed in his arms, and Otabek let out a quiet groan making Yuri go still, his heart was pounding. "Damn," Yuri muttered. He managed to pry Otabek's arms off of him and escape to the bathroom. His cheeks were burning, he covered his feverish face with his hands, his heart was racing. Why had he thought Otabek's voice was so hot just then?

He rinsed his face off with cold water and calmed himself down a bit before going back out to the living room. Yuri went straight to the kitchen and began making a late dinner for him and Otabek.

A groggy voice suddenly spoke in his ear, "smells good."

Yuri jumped, "you scared me! Don't sneak up on someone who is wielding a spatula!"

Otabek laughed and was standing very close behind Yuri, his chest brushing the blond's back and their heads tapped together. "Ugh, I'm still sluggish from sleeping."

Yuri laughed a little, ignoring his nerves. "Hong and Minami are visiting, they wanted all of us to go out."

"Sounds fun, who's Minami again?"

"The shorty with the puppy smile and red patch in his hair," Yuri said as he turned off the stove.

"There was someone like that?"

"Yes, do you really not pay attention?" Yuri asked incredulously, Otabek just shrugged nonchalantly. "Go sit down, I'll dish up plates." When Otabek left, it gave Yuri a couple of minutes to breathe again, he hadn't realised he'd been holding his breath but Otabek had been very close.

What the hell was Otabek doing to him?