Aki Live! (Yuri on Ice Fanfiction)

Plisetski

(Aki with longer hair)

I was sitting on my couch. I had my guitar in my lap, my violin to my left, and music paper to my right. "This is boring," Yuri complained. It seemed like a lie, cause he had been sitting there for over an hour watching me write music.

"Then you can leave," I shrugged, "You were the one who just showed up here." He literally did. No text, no call, he just showed up. It wasn't like it was a problem. I didn't have practice, and I already was done with classes.

"I just don't want to be bothered with Yakov's and Lilia's complaining," he complained. I just nodded my head as I listened. " I can't seem to do anything without them trying to correct it." I shrugged, know in the just wanted to explain. I started struggling on my guitar, playing the song I just wrote. For class I needed to write a sinple one page song in c major. I fibisbed it in a couple hours.

I felt a piercing pain shoot through my head. I knew it was a headache. I took of my glasses, and leaned back, waiting for it to pass. "Are you alright?" he asked me, noticing the gasps of pain coming from me.

"Headache," I told him, shifting my head to a more comftorable position. He let me rest in silence for a bit.

"How is your sight?". hr asked. I knew he knew it was slowly getting worse. I just tried not to notice.

"I can still see the TV with my glasses on, so it's perfect,"  I joked, wibcing in pain. We were both just resting in silence, and I just wanted the headache to pass.

I made my way upstairs and got water, managing to do it all wirhout my glasses. I was the sky was a mass of black, mystery be late. I made my way back down stairs, thinking it was time to kick Yuri out. The water helped a bit so I put my glasses back on. I saw the Russian had assed out on my couch. I crouched down, ready to wake the teen. I then noticed his hair was out of his face, and he looked so innocent when he slept. I couldn't hell but break out my phone and take a picture. Then the devious idea came to me.

I went into my room, to gather everything I would need. The rapper took me under an hour, but it could have taken less time if nor for every time he moved I was scared that he was waking up. Once I was done I made sure to get plenty of pictures. I had put makeup on him. I connected his cheekbones, making him look even more feminine. I put on gold eyeshadow, with on flec eyeliner. I even put on some light pink lip gloss. The only reason I knew how to do makeup, or have foundation in his skin tone, is for cosplay.

I quickly sent a pic of it to my sister knowing she would want to see it. I just sat there, watching the sleepubg beauty. I thought it was about time for me to send him home, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I grabbed a throw blanket and covered him up before heading to bed myself.

I changed out of my jeans into a pair of fluffy PJ pants. I had thrown off my shirt and was hunting for my PJ shirt in my binding and bra. It was no where in my room. "It's probably in the bathroom," I thought and left my room, scratching my head as I walked past the couch.

"Ahh!" an uncomfortable sound came from the couch. I looked to see Yuri was awake, and hidding his face beneath the blanket.

"You can go home of your want," I told him, completely unfazed by him seeing me shirtless. You sorta grow numb to people seeing you nacked when you grow up at an onsen. I was scared of him seeing the scars on my arms though. "But you're also welcome to stay." I kicked open the door to the bathroom, and didn't see my shirt in there. I could just get a different one, but that meant more laundry.

"What's ..umm... that?" he was questioning my bonding. He was looking at it in curiosity, but tried lookin away in embarrassment.

"Binding," I shrugged, moving things around the couch to see if my shirt was there. "Boobs suck," I explained before ehe needed to question. "It hurt when I originally started, but Im used to it at this point." He started moving his face in awkward positions, probably feeling the makeup.

"Is there something on my face?" He asked, reaching up and smearing the conture.

"Beauty," I teased him, he looked at his hand and saw it was coated into makeup. He got a pissed off look on his face. He picked up one of the throw pillows on the couch and launched it at my head. I swaded it away.

"You wouldn't hit someone with glasses?" I teased, pushing my glasses up. He stood up and lianched homself at me. He tackle me. I was face down and he was stradling my hips. I noticed he ripped off my glasses and threw them across the room. He then repeatedly hitting my head with the pillow. I reached up and covered the nap of my neck, as I laughed.

"Hey, I have brain damage," I said between laughs, and then turned, trying to get him off. I felt the preasure on my chedt disappear. The male shift binder I made of cause fell down. Out of embarrassment I reach up and cover my chest. Your showed of the clip I had to keep it all together as he walked up the stairs.

"You still have makeup on," I reminded hom, with a bit of tease in my voice.

"Go to hell," he hissed back from the stairs as he walked away.

"I'm already there," I retorted, with a small laugh.