Yuri loves Otabek’s handwriting. It’s small, neat, and narrow cursive. He could stare at Otabek’s signature all day long. Yuri doesn’t have particularly bad handwriting, but he just wishes his could be as nice as Beka’s. So he practices in a notebook, and within five minutes he gives up because “it’s too hard” and “this is stupid anyway.”
Then, a really dumb idea pops into his head.
He remembers the stupid thing he would see dumb schoolgirls do in their notebooks; even Victor has done it. He begins to draw a heart and slowly write out “Yuri Altin”… “Otabek Plisetsky”… “Yuri Plisetsky-Altin”… “Otabek Altin-Plisetsky.” And he thinks about what he’s just done. And he starts laughing at how stupid he is. But he just carries on, coloring in the hearts.
Unfortunately, a certain someone interrupts him. Yuri quickly shuts his notebook and dashes away to Otabek’s side like nothing happened.
“Yuri, what was that about?”
“Nothing, nothing, don’t worry!”
Yeah, Otabek’s definitely checking that out later.
After a long practice, the event completely slips Yuri’s mind (and the homemade Kazakh dish Otabek made for dinner has definitely kept him occupied. Otabek makes his escape upstairs under that guise that he’s “just going to change.”
He feels bad that he’s infringing upon Yuri’s privacy… But what if it’s something important? With this new thought, he charges into the room and plops himself down at Yuri’s desk. He gingerly flips open the notebook.
Just some notes in Russian, science from the looks of it. He thumbs through it, coming away with nothing but a slight sense of disappointment.
Until he catches it.
A small heart, he thinks. He didn’t think Yuri would doodle anything other than cats and maybe caricatures of annoying teachers and rinkmates. Otabek finally locates the page. It has some neat, albeit a little jumbled cursive writing. He flips the page, and his heart skips a beat.
All over the page are variations of his and Yuri’s names. A fierce blush spreads over his face. The middle of the page seems quite empty, though. Otabek grabs a pen that has been haphazardly chucked onto the table, and fluidly outlines a medium sized heart in the middle. He writes out his name, and, and Yuri’s name, before drawing a little arrow through the heart.
“Maybe… Maybe I should throw this away. But, he’ll be suspicious if this page is gone. I… I guess… I’ll leave it.”
Before bounding down the stairs, Otabek remembers he had a fake reason for coming upstairs in the first place. That could’ve been awkward.
“Hey, Beka, I think I’m gonna go to bed for the night,” Yuri yawns.
“Oh–okay. Goodnight, Yura,” Otabek stutters.
“Uh, ‘night Beka.”
Yuri crashes into his bedroom, walking over to his desk to turn off the light before noticing his notebook and the unfamiliar drawing in it.
And that’s definitely not his writing.
He also definitely falls asleep with a smile spread across his face that night.