Just the Two of Us - Otayuri Fanfic

Birthday Hell

"Ha-ppy Birthd-ay, Yurio!" 

Wincing at the sudden wailing that pierces my dreams, I open my eyes slowly, squinting up at the over-excited Viktor that sits on the end of my bed, holding what appears to be a rather horribly decorated cake. Bright green, the wretched dessert look as though a pot of sprinkles has been upturned on it, and "с днем ​​рождения" - Happy Birthday - is written clumsily with icing. Then, as if the poor thing hadn't been entirely ruined already, a single candle stands alight within the mess. Great.

"Blow it out and make a wish!" I glare up at Viktor, seemingly oblivious that the cake is truly soul-destroying to look at, let alone eat. It's thrust towards me and, instinctively, I back off into the covers, yelling "Go away!" as if that would help. As I assumed, Viktor does nothing of the sort and instead pulls my duvet straight off of me, "Don't be so grumpy; you're sixteen, now! I remember when I was sixteen..." As the idiot blurts out his entire life story for the tenth time this week, I glance over at the clock. 8:30am. Shit, I overslept. 

"Did you turn off my alarm?" I accuse, grabbing my leopard-print jumper and pulling it on back to front in the rush I'm in. "Well, did you?" Viktor continues to grin like an idiot, "Ah, Yurio, you don't need to go to the rink on your birthday! Besides, I called Yakov and he's not expecting you to-" "Idiot!" I yell, "Do you really think I can afford to take a day off? I don't care if it's my birthday! You should know more than anyone that wasting time affects your performance!" Although furious, I still manage to shove my equipment in my bag and get ready despite Viktor's presence. Whilst living with the two of them does have its advantages, more often than not, it's at times like these where I wish I stayed at my grandfather's house...

"It'll be much more convenient to move in with them, Yurochka," he told me, "After all, they are much more enthusiastic than I could ever be and I'm sure they'll look after you well enough." I allowed myself to be convinced that I should move in with Yuri Katsuki and Viktor after the Grand Prix and now, a few months later, I wonder if I made the right choice.

By now, Viktor has finally put down the cake and Makkachin seems much more interested in it than I am. "Whatever," I mutter under my breath, "I'm still going, and you can't stop me." Sighing, Viktor shrugs in a defeated manner, "Very well, but make sure you're back by this afternoon, we have plans!" Part of me wants to challenge him as to what these "plans" are but, given my tiredness, I find that I can't be bothered. Instead, I dismiss him, waving my hand to show that I registered his words. Then, I finally make my way outside, scowling as I do so.