An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 8/16
[Completed, published every Friday/Saturday]
Otabek’s footsteps come closer, then come to a halt. He’s wearing mismatched socks, one white and one black. Despite his sullen mood, Yuri suppresses a smile.
“Stand up.”
“No.”
“Very well, then,”
Otabek says, grabbing Yuri under the armpits and hoisting him up to face him as if holding Link after he’s done something stupid.
“What do you think you’re doing, asshole?”
“Making sure you’re eating.”
“I already told you you’re not my babysitter!”
“You leave me no choice.” Otabek heads for the kitchen, cradling Yuri in his arms. Yuri attempts to throw punches, but his fingers are still trapped in the splint. Eventually, he gives up, letting his chin rest against Otabek’s shoulder, next to the scar snaking across his scalp.
