Vulnerability Secured
@goldenbeka
Can we have a word, Yuri Plisetsky, I'm from- they were all ways of trying to get his attention and they pissed him off despite how innocent it was. It seemed anyone could get a press pass and they were all the same. They were never happy with 'a word' and now they had gotten used to clarifying when he was talking to him. As annoying as the attention was, he couldn't help the smirk tugging at his lips. Clearly the underdog story wasn't that impressive anymore. Sure, there was still a lot who loved the different angles Yuuri gave them but the blond was back to making headlines.
Pulling a hand from his pocket, he felt Lilia's glare and rethought raising a finger to the camera to untangle the already smooth strands. The media circus was something he'd never be able to feel comfortable with. If they wanted to stare at him, they could have waited until he was skating. When he was on the ice, his mind left the crowd. He thought about the routine, his competitors, his grandfather- he didn't need to worry about how the fans and reports responded to it until he heard the cheering afterwards. The crowds were easier to deal with while on a successful adrenaline high.
Until then, he was content to have the separation of having the two beside him. The glares and firm tones were more necessary than Yuri would admit. The leash that the tiger was put on had saved his career more than enough time he cared to acknowledge. That helpful shield was forgotten the second he saw Otabek. Stepping half a step away from his private world with a soft gaze was the blond's equivalent to an enthusiastic wave or running over to hug him.