Yuri and Otabek, Otabek's Arrival
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Otabek shows up at the school. Yuri doesn't know how to process this.
The text message arrived around noon the following day.
Otabek: Hey. I'd like to explain what happened yesterday. Um. Could you come outside? The school
Yuri considered this text with a look of absolute confusion on his face. What did Otabek know about the school? He'd never even seen it, not the gate, nothing. He knew there was a school, but...
Yuri texted back: What?
The response was even more cryptic. I really hope you don't mind having a roommate.
Yuri growled with frustration and jammed his phone into the pocket of his hoodie. Then he left the room, slamming the door behind him. Of everyone in the world, Otabek was supposed to be his friend. Why was he playing these stupid games? It was bad enough he was leaving in two weeks--no, one. Now he was acting crazy and ditching him then sending stupid messages that made no sense--
The rant went on and on in Yuri's head, and yet he was opening the front door before he even knew how he'd gotten there. And then he froze.
Otabek was standing at the bottom of the front steps. His hands were in the pockets of his leather jacket, and his shoulders hunched as he toed the ground with his boot. One hand was wrapped around his phone, waiting for any tell tale vibrations of a response from Yuri. He looked up when the door pushed open. After the shit-show of the last 24-hours, seeing Yuri instantly untwisted his hunched posture. Otabek would have smiled, but he was too nervous that Yuri wasn't going to welcome his presence as easily.
"Hey," he said quietly. "Sorry I couldn't give you forewarning. Everything happened too quickly."
"Hah?!" Yuri was too shocked to see Otabek inside the grounds. How had he even gotten in here? He took two steps forward, stomach knotted up in a confusion of emotions. He wished they were anger. Anger, he could do. There was something bitter in there he tried to latch into, but there was something about Otabek's body language that hurt a little, not to mention that weird queasy happiness he always got when their eyes met.
In the end, all he could do was ask, "What are you doing here?
"Attending school, apparently." Otabek sighed. "I messed up at the rink yesterday. I.. I silenced the rink. Everyone in it. Which is apparently my mutant ability. The professor contacted us after the incident, and... yeah. I had no idea it was your school until we drove up." He withdrew his hands from his pockets and reached one up to Yuri.
Yuri stared at it. "You're... a mutant..." And then he saw red and swatted at Otabek's hand, face heating. "Why didn't you tell me? All this time! And I thought--"
Then he realized and flushed even hotter. "Wait. You didn't know?"
Otabek didn't flinch at the swat. At the end of Yuri's rant he stepped closer. "I didn't know you were a mutant. And I didn't know for sure that I was either. There were moments I wondered if something was wrong, but nothing obvious until yesterday. Kind of hard to ignore a room full of confused and frightened people."
Yuri swallowed hard but didn't step back, looking up to stare Otabek down. That... actually explained everything. So why did he still feel--like this? Like something was sitting on his chest. "I don't... but you... you're a mutant. You're my roommate?"
"If that's okay." Otabek was speaking in that soft tone he often slipped into with Yuri. It was the same tone he'd used to coax Inzhu when she was pissed off. "The professor suggested it, since we're already friends. Also, easier with training schedules. If you don't want me to, I'll speak to him."
Yuri snorted. "Don't be an idiot. Of course I want you."
If he noticed he'd said something different than what Otabek had, he didn't register it on his face.
Otabek smiled with relief. "Thank you, Yura."
For a long moment, Yuri just looked at him, wondering at this tight feeling in his chest. Then he blurted. "So, you're not going home?"
This time Otabek took his hand, not giving Yuri the opportunity to swat him away. "I'm staying right here." He squeezed Yuri's hand.
Yuri swallowed hard and found himself squeezing back. It felt nice. "I'm sorry about Inzhu, though. And your family. There are teleporters here, though. Maybe they can take you sometimes."
"Wow. This will take some getting used to." Letting go wasn't nearly as easy as reaching for Yuri. "Want to show me the room? I'm going to grab my bags tonight and bring stuff back. Luck of traveling, I don't have much."
Yuri nodded. He stood still for a moment, uncharacteristically awkward, almost hovering, not knowing what to do with himself. He had an urge to... something. Hug Otabek? Shit. He couldn't do that! What was he, some kind of moron?
So he blurted, "Come. I'll show you the room, then go with you to help with your things. It won't be so bad here." Now that you're here.
"I can see some advantages," Otabek agreed. He followed Yuri inside.
The text message arrived around noon the following day.
Otabek: Hey. I'd like to explain what happened yesterday. Um. Could you come outside? The school
Yuri considered this text with a look of absolute confusion on his face. What did Otabek know about the school? He'd never even seen it, not the gate, nothing. He knew there was a school, but...
Yuri texted back: What?
The response was even more cryptic. I really hope you don't mind having a roommate.
Yuri growled with frustration and jammed his phone into the pocket of his hoodie. Then he left the room, slamming the door behind him. Of everyone in the world, Otabek was supposed to be his friend. Why was he playing these stupid games? It was bad enough he was leaving in two weeks--no, one. Now he was acting crazy and ditching him then sending stupid messages that made no sense--
The rant went on and on in Yuri's head, and yet he was opening the front door before he even knew how he'd gotten there. And then he froze.
Otabek was standing at the bottom of the front steps. His hands were in the pockets of his leather jacket, and his shoulders hunched as he toed the ground with his boot. One hand was wrapped around his phone, waiting for any tell tale vibrations of a response from Yuri. He looked up when the door pushed open. After the shit-show of the last 24-hours, seeing Yuri instantly untwisted his hunched posture. Otabek would have smiled, but he was too nervous that Yuri wasn't going to welcome his presence as easily.
"Hey," he said quietly. "Sorry I couldn't give you forewarning. Everything happened too quickly."
"Hah?!" Yuri was too shocked to see Otabek inside the grounds. How had he even gotten in here? He took two steps forward, stomach knotted up in a confusion of emotions. He wished they were anger. Anger, he could do. There was something bitter in there he tried to latch into, but there was something about Otabek's body language that hurt a little, not to mention that weird queasy happiness he always got when their eyes met.
In the end, all he could do was ask, "What are you doing here?
"Attending school, apparently." Otabek sighed. "I messed up at the rink yesterday. I.. I silenced the rink. Everyone in it. Which is apparently my mutant ability. The professor contacted us after the incident, and... yeah. I had no idea it was your school until we drove up." He withdrew his hands from his pockets and reached one up to Yuri.
Yuri stared at it. "You're... a mutant..." And then he saw red and swatted at Otabek's hand, face heating. "Why didn't you tell me? All this time! And I thought--"
Then he realized and flushed even hotter. "Wait. You didn't know?"
Otabek didn't flinch at the swat. At the end of Yuri's rant he stepped closer. "I didn't know you were a mutant. And I didn't know for sure that I was either. There were moments I wondered if something was wrong, but nothing obvious until yesterday. Kind of hard to ignore a room full of confused and frightened people."
Yuri swallowed hard but didn't step back, looking up to stare Otabek down. That... actually explained everything. So why did he still feel--like this? Like something was sitting on his chest. "I don't... but you... you're a mutant. You're my roommate?"
"If that's okay." Otabek was speaking in that soft tone he often slipped into with Yuri. It was the same tone he'd used to coax Inzhu when she was pissed off. "The professor suggested it, since we're already friends. Also, easier with training schedules. If you don't want me to, I'll speak to him."
Yuri snorted. "Don't be an idiot. Of course I want you."
If he noticed he'd said something different than what Otabek had, he didn't register it on his face.
Otabek smiled with relief. "Thank you, Yura."
For a long moment, Yuri just looked at him, wondering at this tight feeling in his chest. Then he blurted. "So, you're not going home?"
This time Otabek took his hand, not giving Yuri the opportunity to swat him away. "I'm staying right here." He squeezed Yuri's hand.
Yuri swallowed hard and found himself squeezing back. It felt nice. "I'm sorry about Inzhu, though. And your family. There are teleporters here, though. Maybe they can take you sometimes."
"Wow. This will take some getting used to." Letting go wasn't nearly as easy as reaching for Yuri. "Want to show me the room? I'm going to grab my bags tonight and bring stuff back. Luck of traveling, I don't have much."
Yuri nodded. He stood still for a moment, uncharacteristically awkward, almost hovering, not knowing what to do with himself. He had an urge to... something. Hug Otabek? Shit. He couldn't do that! What was he, some kind of moron?
So he blurted, "Come. I'll show you the room, then go with you to help with your things. It won't be so bad here." Now that you're here.
"I can see some advantages," Otabek agreed. He followed Yuri inside.