Further to Oodeo Onsen Otayuri, a friend suggested:
What if Yurio picked Otabek’s yukata for him, so that they’d match?
So here are 200-ish words exploring precisely that. :D;;
Otabek doesn’t catch on immediately. It’s not the first time that he’s gone shopping with Yuri, and it’s not the first time that Yuri’s tried to pick clothes for him. He still has that t-shirt from Barcelona, the one Yuri insisted he get because it brought out his eyes - whatever that meant.
As yukata go, Otabek supposes this one’s alright. It’s black, a colour he likes, and the silver design is pretty cool. Yuri’s also really keen on it, which is a plus.
He’s still a little self conscious, however, when he steps out of the changing room. “Ta-dah,” he says, putting on his best please-like-me smile.
Yuri gives him a thumbs-up, which is enough to convince Otabek to pay for the yukata shortly after.
It’s only later, when he’s drinking some kind of sweet, fizzy lemonade from a blue bottle, that he catches on.
Yuri hooks his arm around the crook of Otabek’s elbow, snuggling againat Otabek’s bare arm. (Otabek had folded the sleeves of his yukata up by then, the weather hot as it is.)
“I’m glad we match,” Yuri says cheerfully.
Otabek glances at the pattern on Yuri’s yukata, takes in the colours. He looks down at his.
And he promptly chokes.