AN: okay question of day: favorite article of clothing. Answer in reviews or PM (mines probably pantsuits or baggy sweatshirts or jeans I don't know actually).

Here's a fun fact: my confidence got so low I feel like a king (weird, I know, but it's true).

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"Ice skating? Are you kidding?"

Otabek frowned slightly, he could've sworn Plisetsky would like skating. "Yes, skating. I thought you would enjoy it."

"Beka, I love ice skating. You should know this, because I skate all the time. I love it almost as much as I love cats-especially big cats! Beka, we should go to the zoo one day! We can look at tigers and-Beka? Hello?"

'Beka' wasn't paying attention. He was wondering why not that many people knew Yuri. Sure, the whole crew of the show-errr, I mean. . . plenty of people knew of Yuri, yet he wasn't well known by others.

"Beka?"

"Yes Yura?" Otabek mentally slapped himself. No one called Yuri Plisetsky 'Yura' except his grandfather. He was prepared to be yelled at, but to his surprise there was only silence. When Otabek looked up Yuri's face was bright red.

"Call me that again." Yuri said-no, he demanded.

"What-"

"Call. Me. That. Again. Beka."

"Yura?"

Otabek watched at his boyfriend got even more red. Yuri slowly walked towards him and hugged him.

"Only you can call me that, okay Beka?"

"Got it Yura." Otabek kissed his head, not hearing the click and seeing the flash of a camera.

Yur sighed in relief, snuggling into Otabek's chest. Without letting him notice, he took in the scent of his boyfriend's shirt. He wanted to wear it, it was so soft and- oh god was he taking it off? I mean, as an author I should point out they were in Yuri's house but jeez Otabek that's going a bit quick-oh. . . wait. They should talk, you came for them.

"B-Beka?!"

"Try it on. . . You wear a lot of big shirts and hoodies, and I want to see you in my shirt." Otabek had a faint bush (serves him right for being shirtless) and was looking straight (HA) at Yuri.

"O-okay." Yuri slowly took of his own shirt and put on Otabek's. Otabek, that day, almost fainted. He also, sadly (actually luckily), decided that was the day he would make out with his boyfriend.

For a bit.

It was intense.

It went for like five minutes until Yuri pushed him away, gasping for air. Otabek was more than displeased. . . and in need of air.

"Keep it, I'll wear my jacket home. Tomorrow we'll go skating, okay? Wear the shirt to your classes." Otabek grabbed his coat, wrapping it around himself. He left, leaving a dazed (and flustered) Yuri.

"Beka. . . I. . . did he just leave?! AFTER THAT?! HE LEFT!" Yuri finally came to reality, he pouted slightly. He sighed and looked down at the shirt. It had Otabek's name on it (most likely a sport? Yuri didn't know).

He basically claimed Yuri by telling him to wear that.

Yuri sighed, laid upon his bed, and held a pillow. He let out a soft 'Beka' before falling asleep.

~Meanwhile~

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

How did he end up with Viktor and Yuuri again?

Oh yeah, he ran into Yuuri while leaving Yuri's house, and Yuuri made sure he gave Viktor and him every detail of why he was at Yuri's house.

"I-I gave him my shirt, with my name on it, from my DJ company, and I told him to wear it. Was that too much?" Otabek winced, waiting for them to yell.

"You claimed him, huh? I should make Yuuri a sign with my name on it-"

"Viktor!"

"-but no, you didn't overdo it. I think he'll wear it. If he doesn't, you might have. I should give Yuuri one of my shirts~"

". . . Yuri is mine." Otabek glared at Viktor slightly.

"I know, I said Yuuri." Viktor was still smiling.

"I-"

"HE MEANT YUURI WITH TWO U'S HE MEANT ME!" Yuuri spoke (screamed) up. Viktor changed his attention to his piglet, complaining he was shouting too loud, and that he wished he was a bit more confident like that when they were on dates.

Otabek sighed in relief. "I'm going to head home." He left, praying for Yuuri's health and sanity as Viktor began fanning over him.

~Meanwhile (part II)~

"Hehehe, perfect images of them making out. They didn't see me sneak in. Perfect for my blog-"

"Phichit-kun? Leo made us- are those. . . Yuri and Otabek?"

"Yes, I'll upload them tonight. Now, what did our lovely boyfriend make us?"

AN: Why did I make Phichit like Hungary from Hetalia (0~0')

Eh, whatever~