AN: Hey, read the Q of the day!
Question of the day: What kind of ending would you like for this story? Sad? Happy? Leave it in the reviews or pm! If not, I will make this a painful ending!
Usually these questions are happy or nice, but honestly no one reads them so if not I will make a sad ending (I actually usually ask how your day was)!
Fun fact: Writing saved my life, actually, which is why I'm so keen on all writing (including poorly written stories). If someone writes, it could be their escape. Let them have that (which is why I freaked when I heard people sent death threats to Zephyra).
It wasn't suppose to work out like this. At least not to Yuri. Otabek was holding his hand, and smiling down on him.
It was like a dream.
"Plisetsky, do you want to grab food with me? I have class soon but I can spare an hour for lunch." Otabek asked, refusing (for some reason) to use Yuri's name. "We can get whatever you want."
Yuri thought for a minute. "Viktor and the pig took me to get katsudon before, do you want to try some with me? It's pretty good, if I'm honest."
"Sure."
So off the two went, to a restaurant-no, a bathhouse-owned by the Katsuki family. Yuri waved at Yuuri and Viktor, who were talking (Viktor was mostly eating). Otabek raised his eyebrow, finally thinking: Viktor and Plisetsky are practically brothers. Of course he's close to Yuuri and Viktor.
"Oh, hello Yurio! Regular?" a woman said, walking into the room. She was chubby, and resembled Yuuri perfectly. Yuri nodded, and gestured to Otabek. "Him too, Hiroko." Hiroko, the woman Otabek just met, nodded and went to the back.
"Hi Otabek~ How are you?" Viktor asked, smiling.
". . ." Otabek remained silent.
"Fine, stay silent." Viktor pouted slightly. He, then, returned all his attention to his piglet in front of him.
"Oi, Beka, don't pay attention to those two." Yuri sighed. "They're annoying."
"Beka?" Otabek just blinked.
"Yes. I'm going to call you Beka, do you have a problem?"
"No."
They shouldn't look this nice together, eating katsudon. They shouldn't have, but Yuuri and Viktor made notes that they did.
"I have to go, alright Plisetsky? Here's money for my katsudon. It was actually pretty good." Otabek put money on the table and left. Yuri sighed, he payed Hiroko.
"Yurio, what major is he?" Yuuri looked up at the blonde and smiled.
"Audio Production major."
"Oh, nice nice." Viktor said, smiling at him. "So, you have a boyfriend? That's great!"
"Shut up! He's not my boyfriend-"
"He made out with you, Phichit got a picture. It's all over his website." Yuuri muttered. "So yes, you two are dating I guess. We also saw the recording of 'let's make it real' so-"
"I'm going to kill that damn blogger!" Yuri glared at the wall, as if it was Phichit. "He followed Beka?! Seriously-"
"Beka?" Hiroko, Yuuri, Viktor, and Mari (who just entered the room) said in unision.
"Y-yes, Beka. That's not the point! I'm going to kill the blogger!"
Yuri left the bathhouse to find Phichit, most likely to kill him.
Yuuri sighed. "Vitya, can you stop him?"
Viktor smiled. "No, I'm gonna stay with you, my little piggy."
"Viktor!"
~meanwhile~
"Phichit! I swear I'm going to kill you!" Yuri walked up to Phichit, who was talking to Leo at the moment. He turned away from Leo, and looked at Yuri.
"Oh, hello Yuri! Did you like the video I put up of you and Otabek? I thought it was so cute, if you didn't do that I would have to post a picture of Guang Hong. He was really adorable last night!"
Leo looked at Phichit. "Send the pictures to me."
Phichit nodded.
"That's not the point! Everyone knows now! Why were you following him anyway?!" Yuri glared.
"Because I'd see how it turned out, but it ended up really nice. I'm pleased with how you two got together."
"Beka didn't want to be on your damn blog! That's why he got mad when I made the rumor!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not going to delete it, almost everyone on campus saw it. Here's one, Leo." Phichit held up his phone to his first boyfriend.
"Very adorable." Leo smiled, taking the phone.
Yuri left, annoyed. "Beka's going to hate me."
AN: answer my question, please (^~^)
