So, I have a lot of awesome prompts to write, but I'm terrible and I've been wanting to write this for a while, so you're getting this instead.
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As per usual, Yuri P. is Yuri and Yuuri K. is Yuuri. Enjoy!
Yuri Plisetsky does not panic, okay? So he is definitely not panicking as he paces around the hotel room bathroom, tugging at his hair. He's a little worried, maybe. No, not worried. Concerned. There, he's mildly concerned. But why didn't he ever bother to learn how to braid his hair?
Oh, right, because Lilia was always there before and she insisted on doing it. But still, if he was smart, he would have asked her to teach him. Or (easier on his pride) he could have just googled how to do it and practiced until he could do it well enough. Of course, he'd never thought to do either of those things, and now he's paying the price. He and Victor were doing a small local competition (at Victor's insistence), and Lilia had decided not to come along. Yuri hadn't thought twice about it until he'd started getting ready this morning and realized that he had no idea how to do his hair.
He gives a huff of frustration, before staring into the mirror at his still-loose hair. Is there anything he can do at this point? With yet another frustrated sigh, he decides to go with the only viable option he has—he'll just wear it down. It works for his agape performance, right? So it can work for this. Except Yuri knows that it doesn't fit the program at all; not to mention that he'll be distracted by it all day.
A loud knocking on the door jolts him from his frantic thoughts. "Yuri," calls Yuuri. "Are you ready to go?"
"Just a minute!" he shouts out, exiting the bathroom in pursuit of his shoes. Upon finding them, he slips them on, and goes to open the door.
He yanks open the door. "Oh, good, you're ready," Yuuri says, sounding relieved. "Wait, what about your hair?"
Scowling, Yuri tugs the hood of his jacket up. Of course Yuuri would notice. "I'm wearing it like this today," he snaps, hoping that Yuuri won't push it any further.
Of course not. Since when has Yuri ever been that lucky? "You don't know how to do the braids, do you?" Yuuri asks. He's not trying to be patronizing, but Yuri bristles anyway. Competitions, no matter how small or unimportant, always set him on edge.
"It's not like that!" he says angrily, fixing Yuuri with a glower.
Yuuri holds his hands up in surrender. "Okay, I understand," he begins, trying to broach the subject carefully. "But if you change your mind, I know how to do braids."
Yuri's mouth falls open. He's too shocked to actually yell at Yuuri for offering to help. "You do?" he asks incredulously. Where would the katsudon have learned to braid hair?
"Yuuko really liked to wear her hair in braids when she was younger, so I learned how to do them too," Yuuri explains, smiling fondly at the memory.
Trying to push aside his pride, Yuri swallows hard. It'll be worth it for the performance. "Could you—" he clears his throat, raises his voice slightly above a whisper. "Do you think you could do the braids? Please," he mutters through gritted teeth.
"Sure thing, Yuri," Yuuri says instantly, trying not to sound too eager or excited about this. He shepherds Yuri into the bathroom, grabbing his brush and a few hair ties before starting to braid.
"We will never speak of this to anyone, ever," Yuri demands, trying to take his mind off of the fact that Yuuri is currently doing his hair. It could be worse; Victor could be doing it.
"Of course not," Yuuri agrees, gently unknotting a stubborn tangle before continuing to weave the strands of fine blonde hair together. Yuri finds it soothing despite himself, and his eyes fall closed and he lets out a little content sigh. Yuuri doesn't dare to comment, and fortunately Yuri's eyes are shut so he can't see his grin.
"All done," Yuuri announces a short time later, tying off the finished braids. "Go ahead and take a look!"
Green eyes fly open as Yuri is jolted out of his daze. Grumbling, he takes a look at the mirror—wow, apparently the katsudon was pretty good at doing hair. Not that Yuri was going to tell him that. "It'll do," he says begrudgingly. "Let's get going already!'
Fortunately, it doesn't take them very long to get to the competition, so they're still running mostly on time. Victor greets them enthusiastically as soon as he spots them, running over and looking absolutely ridiculous (in Yuri's opinion). He quickly grabs Yuuri in a tight hug, which Yuri narrowly manages to sidestep. "What took you so long?"
Yuri opens his mouth to lie, but Yuuri beats him to it. "Yuri, ah, lost his shoes. We had to find them before we left." Yuri fights the urge to facepalm. Yuuri is a terrible liar, why did he think he could do this?
Naturally, Victor chooses now to be perceptive. "Really," he says, clearly not buying the lie, before changing the subject when he spots a distraction. "Your hair looks great today, Yuri! Did you do it?"
"Yes!" Yuri snaps firmly, crossing his arms over his chest and silently willing Victor to drop the subject.
Victor doesn't take the hint. "Really? I didn't know you knew how to do braids so well. And those are hard to do on yourself." He pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. Shut up, shut up, please shut up, Yuri wishes silently, to no avail. "Oh!" Victor exclaims, finally coming to the obvious conclusion. "Yuuri, did you braid Yuri's hair!"
"No!" Yuri shouts in denial, but it's too late. Yuuri nods sheepishly. "Yuuri, that's so sweet!" He turns to give his fiancé another rib-crushing hug. Then he turns to Yuri. "Next time, you should let me do it!"
"No way!" Yuri says instantly. He's torn for a minute. He doesn't want to ever compliment Yuuri, but he can never pass up a chance to wound Victor's ego. "Katsudon probably did a better job than you would!"
Yuuri looks shocked at the compliment (but he's smart enough to not say anything), while Victor looks like Yuri just shot him through the heart. "Yuri, how can you be so cruel to your father?" he moans, before collapsing dramatically to the floor. His work completed, Yuri flounces off in the direction of the locker rooms.
"Yuri, can you help me with him?" Yuuri begs. His pleas fall on deaf ears. "Victor, we're in public, and you have to skate soon!"
"Our precious son has wounded me, Yuuri," Victor says sadly. "I don't think I will ever recover."
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