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happy borpday to rosalina, my shoujo princess
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“You mean the kiss or winning gold?” Otabek teased again, enjoying the playfulness now after a very long day. He pushed Yuri’s hair back to see his eyes better.
“I wouldn’t want you to go easy on me either way.”
June
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Otabek pulled back to look Yuri in the eyes.
“Oi, no way. I’m going to win this year, just watch.” He said,a faint smile tugged on his lips.
“You said if I win gold I get a kiss, right?” He asked teasingly.
June
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Otabek nodded, burying his face in Yuri’s shoulder. “I’m going to get gold this year.” He said into the fabric of Yuri’s shirt.
“I’m going to kick JJ’s ass.” He said, still feeling sore from the loss.
June
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Otabek blinked, then mentally sighed in relief. “Yeah they’re a bunch of old idiots who can’t see how fas the sport is evolving.” He said. Otabek pulled Yuri into a hug, and held close to him.
“I really thought you were thinking I was weak or something because of the way I skate.” He said quietly.
June
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Otabek got up and walked over to Yuri. He knelt down and touched his hair.
“Yes, though I don’t know if this is really fighting.” He said gently. He dusted the sand off of his Iegs and sighed.
“You don’t think I’m a bad skater, do you?” He asked.
June
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"I don't want to fight. Come back." Otabek asked, he stayed on the ground and watched the tension in Yuri's shoulders. The way he was using his way to hid his hair.
"Please," Otabek tried again a bit softer.
June
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The tension swirled in the air leaving a thick humidity between them. Otabek didn't want this.
It stung that Yuri thought so poorly of him, though. He would just have to prove him on the ice and win a gold medal from Yuri.
Otabek sighed. "Yuriyim," he called and sat up.
June
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Otabek fall back into the sand and closed his eyes. He wasn't picking a fight with Yuri, but the way he spoke as if Otabek was some coward who couldn't make up his mind angered him.
This wasn't something Otabek would apologize for, not this time.
The ice was his only freedom. The only place where Otabek could do what he wanted and not worry about how it affected others. It was just him and his skates.
The music still blared out of his headphones. It made his temple throb.
Otabek sucked in a breath and stayed on the sand, he opened his eyes and looked at the frozen twilight.
June
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Otabek's eyes narrowed, a gleam of anger flashed through them. There was something boiling under the surface. A tea kettle ready to whistle.
Yuri didn't understand the way he skated at all.
"If you think that then you must not really watch me when I skate." Otabek said, the coals of his hues burning as he looked into the green of Yuri's.
Otabek's style was a merger. Bringing together two worlds and shaking everyone with the overwhelming feeling of his power.
Take the world to their knees with the intense, precise, high energy movements.
Otabek liked his skating outfits. He helped design them. He liked his music from his last two seasons. His coach brought him back home. Otabek's coach wad brilliant and the only coach that understood his style and pulled everything out of Otabek for him for flourish.
He thought Yuri understood him when he skated.
Otabek never played it safe when he skated.
Ever.
June
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Otabek scrunched his brow. "I don't play it safe." He said. "I may have skated to classical music but my style is different than any other skater's." He said.
Otabek ran his fingers across the sand. "I can't do things like everyone else can. So I play by my own rules so I can stand out there on the ice too. I always risk everything when I skate." He sucked in a breath.
Maybe it wasn't enough if JJ placed above him at the GPF.
June
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Otabek nodded. "Yeah, I just made it before I left." He said. He thought of Barcelona and the way Yuui floated through the crowd to his music. The way he came to life on ice in an explosive way to his mix.
And again this year Otabek helped Yuri find music. An immense feeling of pride swelled in him.
"Maybe I'll do my gala skate to this." He mused
June
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Otabek’s ears dusted a shade of pink as he put in his own earbub. “Yeah,” He said a bit embarrassed and looked down at his phone to find the playlist.
“I thought you’d like it a lot.” He said. He hit play and starred at the water for a moment to collect himself before turned to see Yuri’s reactions to the rock music.
June
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"I'm glad." Otabek said. He paused and rummaged through his pockets and pulled out earbubs and his phone.
"Wanna hear this playlist I'm working on while we wait?" He offered and handed Yuri one of the bubs.
June
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