(To check out some of my drawings of Osha, check out my Pinterest – daisy0754)

Previously in, "The Charms of a Nikiforov":

He wasn't shaking her off, nor neglecting what she had said… he was just…holding her, comforting her, changing the subject so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable, and it made her feel…well…loved.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters, nor the universe of Yuri! On Ice – they all belong to Kubo , nor do I own any of the famous skaters, jumps, music etc. I only own my OC's and this story.

Chapter 15

Ochit? Phisha? Oshit? Oh, shit! Date Night or a Night Off?

***Days Until Grand Prix Final: 11***

"Ok, Phichit. You can do this. This isn't a date, this is just a night off."

He took a deep breath as he sat on the front stairs of his house waiting for Osha. They'd relaxed the training over the last couple of days, not wanting to tire Phichit's body before the big competition. Celestino had approved of his student taking Osha out for the evening, to see Bangkok, before finally showing her his favourite movie of all time – The King and the Skater.

The door opening caused him to turn around and his breath caught when he saw Osha. She'd opted for no glasses and a light layer of make-up. Her outfit was simple – as she too was wondering if this was a date or not – wearing a long-sleeved black top with dark green skinny jeans and heeled boots. Some of her fringe fell into her eyes and she jogged down the stairs to meet her…date?

"Hey, Peachy-Beachy."

"Hi! You look gorgeous…" She blushed and looked down shyly at his words. "Thank you."

Phichit smiled and pushed her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. Osha felt her throat tense as his fingers brushed her cheek and blood began to rush to her face.

Well…uh…I think I should stop touching her hair now. He thought, quickly withdrawing her hand and coughing awkwardly.

"Right, Coach Osha, prepare for a fun and relaxing night in the wonderful city of Bangkok," the Thai boy said with a bright, shy smile and an offer of his arm.

The Russian girl laughed, shaking her head, but looping her arm through his nonetheless. "Alright, but where exactly are we going?", she asked as they began walking through the streets.

"Well, I thought we could go to one of the Flea Markets and grab something for dinner. They're setting up the streets for Christmas, so the lights would be good to see. And of course, we've got the King and the Skater on at the open-air cinema by the river."

She nodded, eyes widening as she saw all the stalls. The lights got caught in the blue of her eyes, making them swim, in Phichit's mind, as Osha smiled and held onto his arm tighter. She didn't want to lose him in the large crowd. All around them, vendors offered food, clothes, and jewellery. One woman stopped the pair in their tracks, offering a gorgeous green scarf. She looked Phichit dead in the eye and smiled, offering it and speaking firmly.

"Sir, a pretty scarf for your pretty girlfriend, yes?"

"Oh," He flushed, thankful that Osha understood no Thai, "She isn't my-"

"She will love it! Look, you give it to her, you make her happy, like a good boyfriend. I'll give you a good deal too."

His grey eyes drifted to Osha, who was stood smirking. She'd folded her arms and was watching the interaction between the pair, totally clueless as to what was being said. He shook his head, feeling a smile creep onto his face, as he reached into his pocket for his wallet.

"Alright, I'm sold."

The lady beamed as he bought the scarf, and grabbed Osha's arm. The silver-haired girl blinked as the lady spoke to her. "He is a good one, miss. You keep a hold of him."

Then she went back to her stall, and Osha turned to Phichit.

"What was that about?"

"She said thank you for buying the scarf and she hopes you like it."

"Ohhh."

"Here we go," Phichit chirped, wrapping the green fabric around Osha's neck and smiling, "It's easier to do this 'cause you're taller. You should wear heels more often," he jested.

"Oh, zatknis." She said, shoving him lightly.

They both laughed and continued down the street. Osha ended up dragging Phichit around, holding his hand – their fingers laced, unknowingly – and buying a few gifts for when she next saw friends and family.

"This is amazing. We do things like this back in Russia, but it's mainly in Moscow."

"Really? Not in St Petersburg?"

"Net. We don't really celebrate Christmas, although I have celebrated it when I was training in Canada with Jean."

"I can't imagine not celebrating Christmas." Phichit said in mild disbelief. Christmas was one of his favourite holidays, and he couldn't imagine anyone not celebrating it…especially someone like Osha, who looked as if she belonged in the festive season, as her personality matched the brightness of it all.

The Russian in question smirked and swung their joint hands, briefly bumping her head off his shoulder (seeing as she was able to reach it for once). "Right, next year we go to Russia and I'll show you a proper Russian Christmas in St Petersburg. We'll festive it up Russiky style!"

They both laughed, reaching the main food stalls. Phichit looked down at her, feeling his stomach squirm – not just with hunger.

"Are you implying that we'll still be hanging out next year?" He commented, winking with a cheeky smile.

Osha rolled her eyes playfully. "Well," she lightly poked his chest, "it all depends on how you do in Barcelona. However, even if I totally fail as you coach and you end up not doing your best, I cannot imagine not speaking to you. I do actually like you, Peachy, skating aside, you know." She said, honestly, feeling her cheeks flush as she looked down shyly.

A wide smile spread on the Thai boy's face.

She likes me, skating aside? Sooo…does that mean this IS a date? Or does she like me as just a friend?

"I like you too, Oshi…skating aside, you know."

What does he mean by that? Does he fancy me, too? Is this a date?

She didn't voice her question as they began talking about what food they should get. Unfortunately, it was mainly seafood and shellfish on offer, causing Osha to shield herself behind her new scarf to stop her allergy from kicking in. Seeing the mild panic in his "date's" face, Phichit grabbed her hand again and began dragging her very quickly past majority of the stalls.

"Peachy…heels! Can't run!" Osha cried as she tried not to stumble behind him.

"Sorry! Just don't want you to break out or anything."

He slowed as he spotted a crepe stand, and turned to Osha with a grin, his grey eyes catching the light. "Crepes sound good to you?" Osha felt a smile spread on her face and nodded.

She and Phichit joined the line and were quickly served – the tanned boy insisting on paying as his way of "treating" her. As she was about to bite into her crepe, Phichit stopped her by pulling out his phone.

"I thought I'd confiscated that."

"Well, I stole it back."

"You're terrible!" She giggled.

"I know. C'mon let's get a selfie."

"Haha, fine."

He held up his phone, leaning his head against Osha's and together, they both smiled as they took a couple of pictures. Some were nice, and some were silly, with the pair of them pulling funny faces. Phichit then posted the pictures on all his social media.

phichit+chu

Bangkok, Thailand

"Night out w/ my no. 1 girl osha+niki ?"

Osha managed to briefly glance a look at the screen of his phone as he posted the image – her cheeks blooming with a rosy glow as she saw what he'd written. Phichit then checked his watched as he chomped on his crepe, the short Russian watching with amusement.

He is totally adorable, without even trying.

"Oh cra-ud, we better start walking now if we wanna watch the ads before the movie."

She blinked with surprise. "You like watching the ads and trailers?"

"Yeah, why don't you?"

"I love them. I love knowing what's coming out!"

"I know right!"

This conversation continued for a while, until they were interrupted by Osha's phone vibrating. She pulled out her phone to see that she'd gotten several texts from her brother.

20:11: 1 New Message from Vitya : Ok, I'm calm again and we've decided that yours and Phichit's ship name should be…Oshit! xx

20:08: 1 New Message from Vitya : Wait! Does this mean I have to have the "big brother" talk with Phichit? O_o ? I'm happy to do it! Cause I'd kick his ass if he hurt you! HAS HE HURT YOU OSHI?! TELL ME IF HE HAS! I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS A FIRST DATE AND YURI AND I HAVE BEEN COMING UP WITH SHIP NAMES I WILL MURDER HIM! xx

20:05: 1 New Message from Vitya : Oshhhhiiii! You didn't tell us that you were going on a date! ?I am so happy for you! Have fun! You look totally adorable together! Xx

She groaned, rolling her eyes and making sure to hide her phone screen from Phichit's line of vision. Her blue eyes narrowed at her screen as she began typing a reply.

Vitya. 1 – this isn't a date, I think. 2 – you're not having a "big brother talk" with anyone, least of all phichit because you'd try to scare him off by going all "tough" (aka you'd out-gay yourself) and 3 – Oshit? That sounds like Oh Shit! Which is a terrible ship name. And we don't need a ship name because this isn't a date. I think. Xx

The reply from her brother was quick.

I can be tough! D: also how about Phisha then? Xx

No x

Ochit?

That's the same as Oh Shit with a C instead of a S! x

…no it isn't. xx

Rolling her eyes again, Osha began writing a text to Yuri.

Yuri, are you sat next to Vitya? Xx

Yes? Why? Xx

Can you get him to stop shipping me and Phichit as Oshit! Xx

…I came up with that ?xx

"Hey, Oshi, you want to get popcorn or anything for the movie?"

"..mhm."

"Haha, are you even listening?"

"…nope!"

…you have just sunk in my expectations Yuri Katsuki! XD

Sorry XD

No you're not!

You have to admit you two are cute together!

"Who's cute together?"

"HOLY PIROZKI!" She shouted, jumping as Phichit's voice spoke by her ear, and nearly dropped her phone. She clutched her phone in a shaky hand and pointed it at him. "Don't. Do. That."

Phichit held up his hands and sniggered. "Sorry, but you weren't listening to me."

"Sorry, but Yuri and Vitya are being annoying."

"Haha, well we have to go in and watch the movie, but tell me all about it when we get out, 'kay?"

She laughed with a shake of her head, pushing her hair back. Then they walked to a pair of front row seats in the quiet cinema – that only held a few families and couples – and sat down. Osha whispered to Phichit, asking what the movie was about, and as he explained it, she could see the love he held for it.

I can see why he wanted to use it for his programme.

As the movie began, she rested her head on his shoulder and looked at the screen. Phichit looked at her for a moment, before tearing his eyes away to focus on the movie. He relived the joy of watching it for the first time, through the girl next to him as he heard and watched her reactions. She laughed when she was meant to, she smiled as the songs he'd chosen played, and she got teary as the cinematic couple began to acknowledge their love…and their love of skating. He smiled and rested his head on hers.

I'm glad she's enjoying it…

Before they knew it, the movie was finished and it was time to return home. They walked back slowly, not wanting it to end as they discussed the story. Phichit let Osha lead the conversation, ecstatic to hear that she loved the movie as much as he did…it only made him like her more. It was after they'd reached his house and were sat in his living room, did the Thai skater remember what Osha had promised before the movie.

"Hey, you never told me what Yuri and Victor were doing to annoy you."

"Oh," She blushed, "It was nothing really. They were just being stupid."

He pinched her cheek. "C'mon, tell me."

"…fine," The girl said, turning 'round to look at him and resting her head on her hand. "They were joking about us being a cute couple and were giving us ship names." She said with a wave of her hand, trying to pretend to be nonchalant about the whole thing.

"What…like Ochit? Or Phisha?"

"Exactly like that."

"And what did you say?" His heart was thundering in his ears and his throat felt dry, anxious to hear what she would say.

Osha's eyes widened and she shrugged, her palms suddenly sweaty with nerves.

"I said it was ridiculous….because Ochit sounds like oh shit. Also, I wasn't sure if this was a date so-"

"Did you want it to be a date?"

They blinked at each other for a moment.

"Did you want me to want it to be a date?"

The tanned boy looked away shyly, mumbling. "Sorta."

She'd heard what he said and her stomach squirmed.

He wanted it to be a date? He likes me?

Biting her lip, she prodded Phichit's arm gently, "Hey…" He turned to look at her and Osha smiled a little.

"I sort of wanted it to be a date as well…"

They both blushed, and Phichit tucked some of her hair behind her ear, thumb stroking her cheek. She leaned in and carefully pressed her lips against his.

Phichit was a little taken aback, but cupped her face once he'd processed what was happening. It wasn't a long kiss, nor a very heated one…it was shy, gentle and altogether quite sweet – Osha holding onto Phichit's arms as he held her face. Once they pulled away, he looked into her eyes and pressed his forehead against hers. She knew that her face was probably as red as his, and her heart was racing madly. The Russian sat back and got up, the Thai boy quickly following suit.

"Well…I uh…" She was babbling, awkwardly, "Good night."

"Yeah…night."

She held her elbows, before standing on her toes and kissing his cheek. She then ran off to her room and pulled out her phone – a large grin on her face as she sent a text to Victor...although her stomach was still wild with nerves.

It was a date! xx

…

Russian Dictionary

Vitya – Victor

Oshi – Osha

Peachy (Osha Only) – Phichit

Da – Yes

Net – No

Zatknis – Shut Up

Russiky – Russian

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