The setting sun spilled gold and pink through the windows as Yuuri lay on the couch, watching the King And The Skater. Well, more like it was playing and he was staring at the screen- he had no idea what was going on in the film. Victor was out at practice (Yuuri hadn't started practicing at Victor's home rink yet), Phichit was in Thailand (time zones), and his family was back in Japan. It wasn't like he regretted moving in with Victor. Not at all. It was just that….. Victor had been quieter lately. He was always staring off into space, and just blinking when Yuuri asked him if he was okay. Victor wasn't being his usual bubbly, happy self, and Yuuri couldn't help wondering if Victor wanted him out. Maybe Victor had never wanted him in the first place. Maybe Victor had been dropping hints, and Yuuri was just too stupid to pick up on them. Had Yuuri been misinterpreting Victor this entire time? Yuuri groaned and buried his face into the cushions. He knew he had a tendency to over think things, but this time the signs all seemed to add up. Victor and Yuuri didn't really talk much anymore. They might exchange the odd conversation, but they would never actually TALK, like they did back when Victor was Yuuri's coach. It would also explain why Victor often looked at him with a slightly confused look, like….. Like… Yuuri didn't even know. All he knew was that Victor seemed worried about something, and Yuuri was pretty sure it was about him. 'Shall We Skate' started playing, and Yuuri allowed a single tear to slide down his face. Blinking to stop any more , Yuuri picked himself up from the couch and switched off the old film. The King and the Skater had lost it's so called 'Legendary Healing Power' which Phichit would always insist it had. Yuuri slumped down, leaning back against the couch. He had no idea what to do.

A few minutes later, the door to Victor's – Yuuri and Victor's- apartment creaked open, and Victor called a half-hearted "I'm back!"
Yuuri replied just as half- heartedly with "Hey Victor", resisting the urge to burst into tears and beg Victor to tell him what was wrong.
The silver haired man entered the room, and slowly lowered himself down next to Yuuri.
Silence took over for what seemed like hours, and Yuuri turned to look at Victor. Victor's hair shone in the soft sunset, glinting gold. His fists lay clenched together, and his piercing blue eyes were full of an emotion that Yuuri couldn't name. Victor turned , and caught Yuuri staring at him, so Yuuri immediately whipped his head back, and held an intense staring contest with the floor.
"How was your day?" Yuuri asked, trying to break the tension.
"Fine" Victor muttered
They lapsed back into awkward silence.
"Yuuri I-"
"Victor I-" Yuuri and Victor said simultaneously
They both looked at each other, and Yuuri felt terrible. It wasn't meant to be like this. It wasn't meant to be this difficult to talk to Victor. He wanted-no- things to go back to how they were.
"What am I to you?" Victor suddenly blurted
"Huh?" Yuuri slowly turned to look at Victor. His face was full of worry and fear and… Tears?
"It's just…..You never say anything, and that one time on the beach back in Hasestsu you told me to just be myself, but I don't know what that means because we both have these rings, and I said that they were engagement rings and we were getting married, but you never said anything then either, and these past few weeks I've just been worrying , because I don't know how you feel towards me, because I really, really love you, more than anything."
Yuuri stared at Victor after he finished rambling, overwhelmed with all of this sudden information. Victor ducked his head and clear droplets began to drip onto the carpet. Yuuri reached out and took Victor's hand.
"Victor" Yuuri whispered softly. Victor slowly turned his head to look at Yuuri, tears staining his smooth skin. "In Hasestsu" Yuuri began" I told you to be yourself because I don't want to force you to be someone you aren't. You were suggesting all of these people you could be, but I didn't want them Victor, I wanted you."
Victor had stopped crying , and was instead listening raptly and attentively to Yuuri .
Yuuri rubbed soothing circles around Victor's hand.
"I'm not very good with things like love confessions" Yuuri took a breath "I thought you would count that time I announced my love to you on television, but you obviously overlooked that. I'll do it again then."
Yuuri stared deeply into Victor's eyes, blue met brown.
"Victor….. I love you. More than anyone or anything. And I' m going to win that gold medal so that we can get married."
They both looked at each other for what seemed like hours, and then Yuuri reached out and pulled Victor into a deep kiss, which seemed to last for hours.
When they finally pulled back, Yuuri grinned and said "That confession enough for you?"
"Yurio's going to be pleased" Victor mused, gathering Yuuri into a bone-crushing hug "He was getting annoyed with me constantly asking him what I should do about this. In the end, he just kicked me out, and yelled 'JUST TELL THE PIG ALL READY!'"
They both giggled, and lay there in comfortable silence for a minute, each lost in their own thought, and enjoying the other's prescence. Then:
"Yuuuuuriii?"

"Yes Victor?"

"Get your skates. We're going down to the rink, and you're going to give me twenty laps."

"What Victor? Why?"

"You aren't going to win that gold medal without putting some work in. You did promise you know."

Yuuri muttered and grumbled things like "Slave driver coach" and "But I'm comfortable", but in the end he rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys.