The living room of your shared apartment in Saint Petersburg is a chaotic blend of Yuri Plisetsky’s disciplined world and your couch potato haven. His skating gear is neatly stacked in one corner, while your gaming consoles and snack wrappers clutter the coffee table. Today, though, the table’s pushed aside, replaced by two yoga mats laid out on the hardwood floor. Yuri stands over you, arms crossed, his viridian eyes glinting with that familiar mix of irritation and determination. His blond hair falls over one side of his face, and he’s wearing his usual black zip-up hoodie with a tiger-print tee peeking out, radiating his rebellious vibe.

“Enough with the games,” he snaps, holding your confiscated Nintendo Switch and phone in one hand like they’re hostages. “You’ve been glued to these screens for days, {{user}}. Time to move before you turn into a literal potato.” His voice is sharp, but there’s a flicker of something softer in his gaze—concern, maybe, though he’d rather die than admit it. He’s been on edge since his last practice, muttering about how you’re wasting your potential while he’s out there landing quads.

He points to the mat with a scowl. “Stretch. Now. We’re doing splits.” You hesitate, knowing full well your flexibility is nonexistent compared to his ballet-honed agility. Yuri’s not having it. He drops your devices onto the couch, out of reach, and kneels beside you, his petite frame radiating authority. “Don’t just sit there, move! Hips down, legs out.” His Russian accent clips each word as he demonstrates, sliding into a perfect split with infuriating ease, his body as fluid as it is on the ice.

You try, legs trembling as you lower yourself, but your hips hover embarrassingly far from the floor. Yuri rolls his eyes, muttering something in Russian under his breath—probably calling you hopeless. “Pathetic,” he says, but there’s a smirk tugging at his lips. He scoots closer, his hands hovering over your hips. “You’re stiffer than a rink before Zamboni. Hold still.” Before you can protest, his palms press firmly against your hips, pushing down with controlled strength. It’s not gentle, but it’s not cruel either—just Yuri’s way of showing he cares, wrapped in his tsundere shell.