I sat on the couch with a book in hand and dinner in the oven when I heard the keys jingling in the door. I briefly look up before going back to my book.  Once I heard it open I call out "welcome home!"

I just got a groan and a "hi love." Ooh, he sounded strained.

"How bad was practice?" I asked looking up at Otabek when he came through the hall. He looked at me blankly and fell into the wall bracing himself on it using his elbow.

"... So... Many... Drills... Dear god I thought they'd never end. I don't get sore often but HOLY FUCK!" I chortle and he dropped his head in exhaustion then peered up through his hair and smiled.

I love his smile. No one really see's him smile much, except for me.

"Aw, Where does it ache." I asked putting my book down and pulling my legs onto the couch. "My back and shoulders mostly. My legs hurt less if you can believe it."

"Come lay down and I'll give you a massage." He smiled and nodded. Oh my god he actually looked exhausted. I've never seen him this tired. He took off his over shirt so he just just in a tight workout shirt.

"Take that off too the right fabric will interfere and probably irritate your muscles if they are that bad".

He complied and laid down on his stomach with another groan.

"I could fall asleep right here y/n."

"Go ahead" I reply in the loving tone that's become so natural when I'm alone with him.

I began kneading on his shoulders and up and down otabeks back and he was a groaning mess.

"When did you get so good at this?" He croaked out with his voice muffled by the cushion fabric slightly.

I giggled slightly.  "Hun I've always been good at this, you just came home a literal inch from dying from exhaustion." He flopped his head into the cushion completely and mumbled something along the lines of "tell me about it."

"You really need to stop over working yourself Otabek." I said still massaging him.

"I will after this season is over."

"You said that last season Ota! You're actually going yo cause permanent damage if you keep going at this rate."

He sighed "you're probably right. But I'm sticking to it, it's my career and passion. I'm not going to weaken myself like that because it hurts. You understand Don't you?"

I hesitated and placed a kiss on his back and embraced him from behind.
"I do understand but I'll voice my complaints anyway."

He chuckled, "okay love".

"Do you want dinner? It should be about done. Or do you just want to go to sleep or shower or something?" I asked with my head rested on the small of his back.

"I should probably shower, it might ease my muscles. Then straight to bed because as you said earlier. I'm literally dying. I'm sorry that you made dinner for us when I'm not going to eat it."

"No problem, it's just chicken it'll go in the fridge and be good for a couple days." I said in a monotone, tired voice.

He laughed again. Then rolled over and looked up at me. "I love you."

"I love you and your goofy side"

"Yay!" Oh shit he's slap happy tired.

"Go get in the shower you dork" I nudged him then got up. He followers and walked to the bathroom.

I took the chicken out of the oven and began cutting it and putting it into a container for the fridge.

Once I finished I stretched and walked to our bedroom. Flopping on the bed, I sighed tired from doing nothing. I'm working tomorrow, but I'm still lazy.

I heard the bathroom door open so I sat up a little feeling heavy. He walked in with just a towel tied around his waist.

"Do you feel any better?" I asked lightly.

"A little, still hurts but it might be partial sleep deprivation." He said while he entered our walk in closet.

I laid back down and looked at the ceiling as he dressed.

"Come fix your sleep deprivation then." I giggled to myself.

He flopped on the other side of the bed and propped himself up on his side. He looked into my eyes lovingly. 2 years and I could still melt into his eyes.

"I love you. You're such a gorgeous person. I know you have that mean looking outer exterior but you know how glad I am that you're open with me." I looked back at him tiredly and smiled.

He smiled and sighed before pulling me close and kissing my nose gently. "I love you too, note go to sleep." I smiled one last time before rolling over and turning the light off.

We got comfortable under out blankets and I curled my head into his chest and began to relax in a peaceful sleep that I found easy when with him.

A/n idk..this is why I don't do fluff. Sorry it's short, inadequate and out of character for otabek but I imagine that if he was alone with the one he loved he'd be a happier outgoing person. Sorry.

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