Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.

During the 17 years of his life, Yuri Plisetsky had never celebrated his birthday anywhere, but home. So, when Victor suggested that they could hold the party in Hasetsu, he felt anxiety.

He loved his grandpa, but he knew that because of his age, he could not go with him and without his presence, he would rather not celebrate.

"Don't worry about me, Yuratchka," the old man said, ruffling Yuris' hair. "The 18th birthday comes just only once in a person's life and your friends want to spend that special occasion with you." Seeing the discomfort on his grandsons' face, he decided to use his last weapon. "By the way, your best friend prepares with something really special."

Yuri's face lit up.

"How do you know?"

"Because he asked for my permission to give it to you."

The weather in Hasetsu was so much warmer than he had expected. It was only the first of March, but the air was as hot as on a summer day. His friends greeted him with joy, but when Yuuri tried to hug him, he sent him to the other end of the room with a kick. Lilia gave him a scarry look for it, but it was worth it – if not for other, than for the look on Victors' face.

Mila and Georgi were in Hasetsu for the first time, so Yuri decided to show them everything he had seen during the times he spent there. Before they had headed out, Yuri glanced at Otabek from the corner of his eyes.

"I want to make a selfie with the ninja house too!" Mila said, jumping up and down beside him.

"Do you know where the switch-off button on her is?" Yuri whispered to Georgi, who just smiled at that.

Suddenly, Yuri felt as two arms lifted him up to the air.

"You are not talking about me behind my back, are you?"

"Put me down, Hag!" Yuri shouted, tossing and turning for his freedom. Then, they heared a loud click voice. "Delet that photo, now!" Yuri exclaimed, almost making Mila deaf.

"Sorry, I have already posted it," Georgi said with no regret on his face. "It shows how much Mila loves you!"

"Oh, Georgi, how could you?! Now, I will be chased by Yuri's Angels all around the world!" Mila could not hold back her laughter.

"Don't worry, love. You are too pretty for him. "

"What the fuck?!"

Mila put Yuri down, then grabbed his hand.

"Now, off to the ninja house!"

By the time they arrived back at Yu- Topia, Yuri felt as if he was a hundred years old, Thanks to Mila, his head was pounding and he wanted nothing more than going to sleep – and maybe eating Katsudon, but only maybe.

When they stepped in, everything was dark and he had bad feelings about the surroundings all around him. The lights turned on in the blink of an eye and the usual 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!' could be heard from every direction and there were everyone, hugging him again. From Victor, through Yuuko, to the triplets. He even got one/one hug from Yakov and Lilia which was a big thing.

The cake was baked by Yuuri's mother. It was strawberry cake with whipped cream on the top of it. He had no idea how the woman knew his taste, but she did. Next to the cake, he got two kisses from her to each side of his face. He was certain about that some of his friends would post it out, but in that moment, he did not care.

After the party had ended, Yuri felt as a hand patted his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Otabek looking down at him. He did not say anything, just stood up and followed the other boy outside. He noticed that one of the other's hand was behind his back through the whole walk.

When they stepped out, Otabek looked him into the eyes.

"Close your eyes and reach out your hands," he said. Yuri did as he was told. He felt as some round thing was slipped into his hands. "You can open them now."

Yuri opened this eyes, then his yaw dropped. In his hands, there was a leopard print helmet. Yuri was only capable of quacking.

"But why…"

"Your grandfather let me to give that to you. I want to teach you how to ride a motorbike and safety is the first. When I saw the prints, I knew that it would be the best for you."

"Thank you!" Yuri said, with an angelic smile appearing on his face. "You are the best, Beka!"

He did not get an answer, but a hand storked out his hair from his face gently and it meant so much more than any kind of words.