Okay, so I'm off-prompt yet again, but my writer's block has been horrible and I couldn't get this idea out of my head. So here it is!
Also, I promise I will get around to writing all of the requests! I finally broke down and made a list so I could keep track. Also, expect updates to continue to be slow for the next couple weeks, as I am approaching finals. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, followed, and favorited this story! Your support means a lot to me!
As per usual, Yuri P. is Yuri and Yuuri K. is Yuuri. Enjoy!
"What the heck happened in here?" Yuri asks from the doorway. He'd stopped short to gawk at the mess in the living room—boxes of hairbrushes, hair products, and hair ties were scattered everywhere. "It looks like you guys robbed a hair salon or something." He pauses for a moment, thinking. "Did you guys rob a hair salon?"
"Of course not!" Yuuri exclaims, flushing red at the accusation. "Why would you assume that?"
Yuri gestures vaguely around the room. "How else would you explain all this hair stuff that you have?"
"They're supplies!" Victor says, beaming as though that makes things any clearer. "And most of it is mine, anyway. We didn't steal anything!"
"Of course most of it is yours, geezer," Yuri grumbles and rolls his eyes. Victor's endless primping is infamous. "And supplies for what? What are you two planning? Whatever it is, I want no part of it!"
Victor ignores Yuri's little rant. "Do you remember the competition a couple weeks ago, where Yuuri braided your hair?"
"I thought we agreed to never speak of that again!" Yuri hissed, the tips of his ears turning pink.
"But it was so cute!" Victor whines, and Yuri's scowl deepens, his eye twitching. "Anyway, you showed some . . . doubt about my braiding skills." Victor takes a moment to sigh dramatically, sounding truly heartbroken by the insult, before immediately returning to his usual cheerful self. "So I thought that we could have a little competition! Yuuri and I will each braid one side, and then we'll see whose is better!"
"This is absolutely ridiculous and I'm not doing it," Yuri says flatly, fixing them both with a sharp glare.
"It was Victor's idea!" Yuuri wilts a little under the teenager's anger; Victor remains nonplussed. "Plus, I think it'll be fun, right Yuri?"
"Nope," Yuri says firmly, shaking his head. He turns around, planning to head to his room, when Yuuri's voice stops him in his tracks.
"Victor isn't going to stop pestering you about it until you do it," Yuuri points out. "Besides, I'll make you piroshky for dinner if you do." Apparently, he's not above bribing people with food.
Lightning-fast, Yuri whirls back to face him. "Fine," he huffs indignantly. "Let's get this over with.
"Yay!" Victor practically squeals, before ushering Yuri to sit down so that they can work on his hair. "Just sit still and it'll take no time at all."
This little braiding competition is probably one of the most painless schemes that Victor has come up with; at least, as far as Yuri has witnessed. Truthfully (not that he'll admit this to anyone else, ever, even upon pain of death), Yuri actually likes it when people mess with his hair. It's—soothing, somehow. So he just sits there and closes his eyes, making sure to gripe a lot and pretend that he isn't enjoying this at all. His reputation would never recover.
"Ouch! Tug my hair like that again, Victor, and I'll shave all of yours off!"
"Sorry!" Victor yelps, bringing a hand up to his precious silver locks as if protecting them from Yuri's threat.
"And get your fingers out of my face, katsudon, before you poke out one of my eyes and I go blind!"
"Sorry, sorry!" Yuuri apologizes, quickly shifting his position so that he's not in Yuri's face anymore.
Yuri scowls and complains for a few more minutes, secretly basking in the feeling of having his hair done, until both Victor and Yuuri have tied off their braids. He almost lets out a sigh of disappointment that they're finished.
"Alright, Yuri, open your eyes and take a look!" Victor instructs, handing him a hand mirror.
Yuri opens his eyes and takes the mirror. "Of course you would own a hand mirror, you ridiculous geezer." He glances at his reflection, running gentle fingers over the braids on each side of his head.
Now he has a dilemma: he can't let either of them win. He already complimented Yuuri once, and he'll die if it happens again. But, he can't let Victor win; he'll never hear the end of it if he does. Stalling for time, he continues to stare at his reflection, pretending to be admiring their handiwork.
His lips curl into a smirk as an idea comes to him. "I think," he begins, standing up and handing the mirror back to Victor. "That both of you are absolutely terrible at braiding, and Lilia's skills are far superior to yours."
"But Yuri, you were supposed to pick one of us!" Victor exclaims, pouting.
Yuri shrugs innocently. "You said that I had to let you compete, not that I had to choose one of you as the winner. So yeah, Lilia wins, and I'd like to have my piroshky now."
There's a moment of still silence, before Victor practically tackle-hugs Yuri, who attempts to push him away with a yelp. "My son is so smart, finding the loophole like that!"
"I am not your son! Get off me!" Yuri shrieks, his face turning scarlet as he attempts to pry Victor's arms off his body.
"I'm going to go make dinner," Yuuri announces, slowly edging away from them. "Victor, you're in charge of cleaning up the living room."
At that, Victor releases Yuri and frowns. "He's just mad because he knows, deep in his heart, that my braid was better."
"I can hear you!" Yuuri calls from the kitchen. He doesn't sound particularly mad, more amused really, but Victor still gulps nervously.
"I'm taking a shower before dinner," Yuri says with a smirk, sauntering off. "Have fun cleaning this mess up!"
If Yuri takes a selfie of himself with the braids and keeps it on his phone, well, nobody has to know about that.
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