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"This is ridiculous," Yuuri says, assessing the situation in the living room. Yuri's ability to fall asleep almost anywhere had been well-established by now, but still, this was absurd, even for him.
It was just after dinner, and they'd all had a grueling day of practice—Yuri in particular, as he'd been mouthing off to Yakov again, which led to him being worked twice as hard as everyone else. The teenager had been dead on his feet when they'd left the ice rink. After he'd finished scarfing down his dinner, Yuri had gone to get something out of the living room while Victor and Yuuri finished their food. They had thought that Yuri was just taking a long time to find what he was looking for, until the soft sores began emanating from the living room. They got up from the table, confused and curious, and went to check on Yuri.
Yuri had somehow managed to fall asleep standing up, his head on the bookshelf and his body leaning precariously against it. Victor immediately pulls out his phone to snap a picture, and Yuuri does as well—he needed proof that this was actually happening, that he was actually seeing this with his own two eyes.
"He's going to kill his neck, sleeping like that," Yuuri comments, making his way over to the bookshelf. Their entrance had not been enough to wake the blonde teenager. Usually, Yuri was a very light sleeper, but apparently exhaustion had won out this time.
"Ever the concerned father, my Yuuri," Victor coos, still snapping pictures.
"If you post those pictures, Yuri will kill you," Yuuri warns his fiancé, well aware that Victor was going to post them to every social media account he owned anyway.
"So cute," Victor says, clearly ignoring Yuuri. Oh well. Maybe Yuuri can bribe the angry teenager with another trip to the animal shelter, in exchange for him not attempting to murder Victor. It's worth a shot.
"I'm going to put him to bed," Yuuri announces, carefully moving Yuri's head so that it's resting on his shoulder instead of the wooden shelf. Yuuri tenses as Yuri's face pinches and he murmurs a soft protest in his sleep. After a moment though, Yuri's face relaxes again. Apparently he finds Yuuri's shoulder to be a better pillow than the bookshelf.
Cautiously, he leans the teenager against him and wraps one of his slim arms around his shoulders, before scooping up his legs. Yuri snorts with the movement, but his face remains slack and his eyes remain closed. Yuuri grunts upon taking Yuri's weight; the teenager may be small and skinny, but he is a professional athlete, and apparently made of pure muscle.
A glance over his shoulder at Victor makes his jaw drop. "Are you seriously filming this?" he asks incredulously.
"Of course! I have to record how adorable my son and my fiancé are," Victor replies easily.
Yuuri snorts, hoisting Yuri up a little higher. "Can you open the door to his room, at least?"
"Anything for you, my love," Victor says, making his way towards Yuri's room and opening the door with one hand, filming the entire time.
Yuuri wants to facepalm, but he doesn't have a free hand. He settle with rolling his eyes at his fiancé's antics as he carefully deposits the sleeping teenager on the bed and tucking the leopard print sheets around him. Yuri stirs a little, but settles easily, curling into a little ball with a small smile on his face.
"Goodnight, my sweet son," Victor says, more to the camera than to Yuri, before ending the video and closing the door. Yuri just sleeps on, exhausted.