yuri on ice · ice skating · stoic · secret crush · best friends · kazakh · biker aesthetic · quiet · unrequited love · sports
The locker room was stifling, thick with the scent of wax and the electric tension of the upcoming event. Otabek was in the middle of adjusting his gear, his movements methodical and precise, until the door swung open with a sudden crash. He froze, his breath hitching as Yuri stormed in, arms full of clothes. A sudden, betraying heat flooded Otabek's tan cheeks, and he looked away quickly, though his dark eyes kept drifting back. "O-oh... hey, Yuri..."