- Ticking - (Otabek x Yurio) (COMPLETED)

{ 2- Forecast of Rainfall }

It was the middle of the ever-so-important opening speech of the camp, but all Yurio could think about was the man sitting beside him. The boy licked his dry lips, folding his clammy hands into the tablecloth as he turned his attention to the front. He knew he had to push all unwanted thoughts away before he got mixed up in his floosie of a brain and spend his dole freely on a risky choice of fate.

To put it simply, he was flipping out over something that could very well be nothing. Oh, well; his late uncle had always told him that facing your fears was the best way to overcome them. Yurio squeezed his fingers together and then relaxed, squeezing, relaxing. After a couple times of doing this, he was finally comfortable and had his undivided attention on the speaker, a middle-aged man that he did not recognize in the slightest. He was a very flamboyant speaker, hands gesturing to what he was saying at least every other word.

"That's why, this year, Yakov's summer camp will not only feature ballet techniques, but also fundamental and specialized techniques in ice skating. And so, after this very long introduction on the procedures of the camp, we will now have two guest speakers delivering an important announcement." A round of applause followed the speaker as he exits the podium, a round that only escalated when the surprise guest speakers walked on. Shouts and hollers were heard for the ice skating power couple, and, unfortunately for Yurio, the same couple that had confronted him earlier-- his 'parents'. He was pretty sure Minami was about to faint, judging by his wide eyes and heavy breathing, but you could never be sure with Minami-- he was very easily enthusiastic, especially when Yuuri is involved.

"Hello! Hello, zhank you!" Viktor addressed the audience and motioned for them to cease clapping. "I am Viktor Katsuki, and this is my husband, Yuuri Katsuki." How Yuuri had managed to convince Viktor, the more ego-crazed one by far, to take his last name was beyond Yurio's comprehension. Then again, nearly everything they did was.

As Viktor waved some more and showed off his famous grin, Yurio sighed and came close to face-palming, but decided against it as to not embarrass himself further.

The clapping began to decline, and soon the room was quiet, eager to hear what the couple had to say. The only sound was glasses clinking and forks scraping: the usual slight commotion when dining.

Yuuri, who had long since started to come out of his shy shell, stepped up to the microphone next to speak. He gave a little smile before beginning, "And we will be two of your coaches at this year's camp!"

This time, Yurio really did facepalm, groaning dishearteningly as he did so. As if Otabek-freaking-Altin being at the camp wasn't bad enough, now his annoying 'fathers', as they would always consider themselves as, were going to be his coaches! Yurio lifted his head up, left to wonder what he had done in his past life to deserve this fate. Murder, maybe-- makes sense, because he was considering committing it now with all the people interrupting his previously peaceful life.

Another, much louder, if even possible, circle of applause erupted from the camp attendees. If Yurio was being honest, he was pretty sure he even saw a few waiters clapping too.

Yurio indignantly held his head high and refused to join in, the type of person to not try to stick out, but also not join in on bandwagon. If you could consider this bandwagon, that is, but he simply didn't want to join in either way.

"Ahah, thank you! Uh, well..." Yuuri stammered, out of his shell but still not perfect in front of this many people, "We'll see you all tomorrow, so have fun tonight and relax-- before your rigorous training begins, that is." This merited a collection of groans among the applause, but the students cheered for them anyway as the coaches left the stage.

Now that there were no more speakers, the talking among the dining room was heightened again, conversations blowing every which way. It was a bit awkward at the table Yurio was sitting at, no one out of the three others making an attempt at polite discussion, not even simple small talk. Yurio looked up and caught Minami's eye, who looked away instantly as if on edge. He kept glancing towards his hand underneath the table as if holding a ticking time bomb-- Yurio could sense something was off. He raised his eyebrows and tried to see what the other boy was so invested in, but no luck since he was across the table.