Mornings with Vitya
Authors Notes: hey guys, I'm really sorry that this took me so long to post; i had a crap tonne of work and I just forgot. I will try to post more these few months as due to coronavirus i will be home for a while :) I hope you and your loved ones are all safe and healthy and stay that way. Enjoy this little papakov one-shot and if you have any requests I am more than happy to (try) and make them a reality! Now, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yuri On Ice or any of it's characters and anything affiliated with it *cries in fangirl*
(NoPOV)
The cold light filtered through the curtains in Viktor's room, waking the teen. Peeling open sleep crusted eyelids, he allowed the light to assault his eyes. He heard a knock on his door,
"Vitya, you have to get up for school now." Yakov. It still felt weird waking up in a different home and to people who loved and cared about him, who viewed him as a person as opposed to just someone who ate and took up money. It still felt like he would wake up one morning and instead of Yakov knocking on his door it would be his father banging roughly on his door.
Why his parents had continued to pay Yakov's fees was still a mystery to Viktor. The knock came again.
"Витя! Давай! Ты опоздаешь" ("Vitya! Come on! You're going to be late") Yakov called once more through the door.
"да!" Viktor called back, heaving his aching body out of bed. He had had skating until nine last night and had then come home, eaten supper, done his mountain of homework and finally slumped into bed.
Makkachin, sensing her owner was awake, padded in to greet him and beg for breakfast. Breakfast! Hurriedly getting dressed, Viktor grabbed the clothes he had laid out the night before; black skinny jeans, a light grey jumper and, of course, spare shoes for when he got to school. Even though Yakov drove him to school every morning, Viktor still had to change his shoes so as not to 'dirty the school corridors' as his teachers put it. Everyone had to do it and while it did make sense in the harsh Russian winter, it made no sense in the dry summers; what was there to dirty the floor with?
Victor skidded into the kitchen and plopped down at the table.
"Ah, finally up then?" Yakov asked dryly, raising an eyebrow at his student. Viktor had the grace to look slightly apologetic. Makkachin nudged Viktor's leg, asking for food.
"Just hang on girl, I need to eat my breakfast." Makkachin quietened down but looked up at Victor with her big eyes. Viktor looked to Yakov, who nodded and inclined his head towards Makkachin's food bowl. Jumping up from the table, Viktor set about getting Makka her breakfast.
"Good girl," Viktor said as he stroked Makkachin's head gently.
"Vitya, come and eat your breakfast or you're going to be late for school again."
"Ok, Yakov!" Sitting down at the table, Viktor told Yakov all about the lessons he had that day and explained how "it wasn't my fault really, the homework got lost!"
Sighing, Yakov got up and retrieved the hairbrush that they stored in the kitchen for mornings like this; when Viktor was disorganised and often forgot to do things like do his teeth and brush his hair. Honestly, Yakov was getting too old for this.
"Turn around Vitya, your hair is a mess. It looks like a bird has nested in it."
"It's not that bad bad!"
"Just turn around Vitya." Pulling all of Viktor's hair to rest against his skinny back, Yakov began to detangle the strands working his way up to the crown of Viktor's hair.
"I like it when you brush my hair, Yakov."
"I can't do this every morning, Vitya. At this rate we're going to be late. Hairband." Viktor removed the hairband that he stored on his wrist and handed it to Yakov, allowing him to put his long hair into a ponytail.
"Alright, grab your school bag and we'll go," Viktor scampered off to retrieve (and pack) his school bag.
They did arrive late. Yakov pulled the car up at the drop off point at Viktor's school.
"Have a good day, Vitya. I'll see you at the rink straight after school, alright?" Viktor nodded.
"What about my skates?"
"I've got them in the boot, I'll leave them in your locker."
"See you then Yakov!" Yakov waved him off and waited until he could no longer see the silver haired figure. Yakov sighed, he was going to be late. Still, he wouldn't trade Viktor for anyone and he wouldn't change him either. If Yakov was being perfectly honest, he didn't mind brushing Viktor's hair in the morning or being woken up by Makkachin ninety percent of mornings. However, he wouldn't admit this to anyone, least of all Vitya. Taking one more look at the school gates Yakov drove off already going through suitable tutors for Vitya in his head…