the hero of kazakhstan.

OBSERVING was what totoro did best in crowded places. he watched, listened, and gained information he had never known before. eavesdropping? of course not. this was for educational purposes only. he learned phrases like ‘spill that tea’ and ‘i’m shook’ from listening in on some of the conversations taking place on the bus. stepping out from the bus, and walking around to his destination, he kept thinking about the new stuff he had learned. toto stepped closer to the lake and didn’t know how to get on the things that made people actually stay afloat on water. what was it called? he heard people say the word ‘boat’ several times, so he naturally assumed that’s what the mechanism was. he sat down on the grass in front of the lake, which was his favorite place to be in the entire city. sipping a warm drink which one of his roommates had said was ‘hot chocolate’, he turned to the person nearest to him, “hey, did you know, the sun you see in the sky right now is not actually there? the light from the sun takes eight whole minutes to reach earth. so, what you are seeing now is old light.” he gave the stranger a toothy grin before taking another sip of his drink.

a gentle smile came on her face as she pulled her headphones from her ears. i had a best friend who was just like that, she wrote neatly underneath her first sentence. i can understand.

he would cooperate, reading whatever she’d written down to the best of his ability, nodding along. “oh ?” he quirked a brow, moving back and away from her hand-writing. “what was his name ? us, emotionless pricks, seem to know every other emotionless prick.”

eyes flicker from pink to brown and back to pink again as quickly as they’d gone. his voice was like roman’s in its lackluster deadpan drawl, she could barely hear it over the loud music but the resemblance was there to make her freeze up.

i was enjoying myself. have you got a problem, mr. debby downer?

that’s exactly what she would have said to roman, too, but she’d have said it with a smile - here her face flatlines.

otabek felt his chest puff out as he inhaled deeply, her silent attitude reminding him of yuri–– the only difference being that yuri always had to voice his opinions. he rolled his eyes, of course, it was almost his trademark, shaking his head softy to answer her.

“no, no problem at all. it’s just really ruining the vibe i’ve got going on. you know, the ‘scowl-and-pretend-nothing-matters’ vibe.”

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“alright, i’m going to be honest with you,” bonnie spoke as she tapped her pen against the piece of paper in front of her. “i have ZERO idea what these people arefighting about. they’ve been screaming at each other for an hour though.” she motioned her head to a couple people having a verbal argument nearby fighting nearby. “you think someone should step in and stop them?”

— those three words made the blond stop for not even a moment, holding his breath.he did love him, or at least he thought so. otabek altin was the only person yuri could be around for hours without getting bored or angry; actually, he wanted to spend hours with him. he loved how the older would listen to him without complaining and tease him and smile in that beautiful way that made yuri want to kiss him. but could he say that out loud? it was almost like confessing his feelings. sighing softly, the russian fairy smiled playfully at his friend. “ do you think i’d be here if i didn’t? “ his voice sounded shy, and yuri plisetsky was anything but shy. he glanced at the taller of the two, wondering if his cheeks were indeed red or if it was just imagination. he told otabek he loved him- in a friendly way, but that’s not how he meant it. blushing madly, yuri directed his gaze somewhere else ( it took him a while to notice he’d been staring at a young child and his dad ) and hoped the kazakh wouldn’t notice how weird he was acting. “ m-maybe you could get a job? i need one too… and i wish he were here, you know. he would’ve given me a birthday present. “ to the younger skater, the subject of his grandfather was a hard one to talk about. he loved everything about the old man and hated the fact that he’d die sooner or later. yuri didn’t want to think about life without nikolai. instead, all he did was giggle and enter the place, waiting for otabek to join him. “ my, what a gentleman! will you help me pick the flavors? “

    THE GIRL PRESSED a hand against the side of her face, closing her eyes, long fingers tangling in her hair as she tried to gather her thoughts. it was all too… much. too much noise, too many people, too much confusion. when she felt someone grab her arm, blake was about ready to break down on the spot. she yanked her arm away, hands lifted against her chest, palms facing them, almost in surrender. 

     “ PLEASE…. PLEASE DON’T touch me. “

   THE KAZAKH HAD been following the woman for about a block, she seemed like she didn’t want to be talked to, so he just continued to pick up the change and paper money that had been steadily falling out of her pockets ( he thinks ). after the change became a bit too much for him to actually carry in his hands he had to give it to her and her knows, it wasn’t as though he was going to take it and run. he wasn’t that desperate for american money.

      “ WOAH, HEY, I’M not trying to hurt you. your money has been on the ground for the last block, just giving it back. ”

— the ballerino couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his friend’s comment, still playfully, the happy smile never leaving his face. yuri wasn’t able to find one damn thing to hate about otabek, perhaps the fact that he couldn’t even guess what reaction the other would have if he ever told him about his feelings. that question’d kept the tiny russian skater up all night more than once; the thought of losing the taller one was too painful to even consider, but the small chance of him feeling the same gave him hope. still, pronoucing the words was hard, and finding the right moment to do so became even harder. yuri plisetsky was scared. “ you wouldn’t make me buy the cake on my birthday, right? that’d be so mean, beka! “ he pouted, trying to ignore his own red cheeks as he gently poked the other’s cheek, his ‘resting bitch face’ making the blond giggle. “ exactly, my cat my rules. and by the way, i have a teddy bear named ‘mila is a jerk’, so complain again and i’ll give the kitten a name like that one. “ he tried not to laugh, walking faster and pulling otabek with him, his plushie being held with one hand. “ really? that’s terrible! i still have mine and my phone because they were in my bag, but i can’t contact my grandpa, he must be so worried… “ the pale boy sighed, shaking his head quickly. HE SHOULDN’T THINK ABOUT THAT. 

“— so i’ve been spending a lot of time on youtube lately, a bit of a change from NETFLIX, but i’m still just a little confused about what senator knowles performance at the grammys was all about.”

“senator knowles ? i believe you mean BEYONCÉ ? i mean, she isn’t that great that she deserves a higher title. even if it’s political. besides, people already call her ‘queen b’–– which i honestly don’t understand. but, let’s hope i’m not burned at the stake for that. anyways...”

— yuri could feel his cheeks heating up stupidly at having the older skater’s eyes on him, and usually being stared at didn’t bother him the slightest, but the fact that it was otabek made everything more intense. of course he’d already had a few crushes on pretty boys here and there ( mostly ficcional characters ); it was different with the kazakh, though, as if he wasn’t complete without him. the russian fairy thought about the hero of kazakhstan twenty-four hours a day, and it was EXHAUSTING, almost making him feel like confessing his feelings to otabek even if it meant losing his friend. at least that way he’d be able to get if off his chest. “ okay, maybe not since you still need to buy me ice cream and cake. “ yuri laughed, words spoken in a playful tone. he loved how easy  talking to otabek was. “ i was thinking about naming my future cat after you. something like ota-meow. “ he suggested, pink lips forming a smile before he shivered at the feeling of otabek’s warmth in touch with his body. they were too close and all yuri could do was scooting even closer without asking any questions that could ruin the moment, hoping it wouldn’t seem weird. “ look, we’re almost there! “