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Yuri goes onto his tiptoes every so often, and breaks out into a wide grin when a familiar face bobs along in the crowd.
“Congratulations on graduating, Beka!” Yuri tries to suppress the overexcitement he’s feeling, not wanting to expose his more vulnerable side in such a large crowd.
Otabek swoops Yuri into his arms, spinning him around in a neat circle. They kiss. A camera flash clicks. Viktor and Yuuri squeal to each other while Yuri tries to break their camera in half.
The picture is framed.
Beka smiles whenever he visits and sees it hanging in Yuri’s room.
