It was a sunny morning in Japan. Viktor woke up slightly and whined. He instantly nuzzled into Yuuri's warmth happily. Yuuri frowned, waking up a little, and pet Viktors hair. "Mmmm... Hey~" Viktor smiled softly and opened his eyes slightly. He wrapped his arms around Yuuri and nuzzled into him more. "Mmmmorning~" Yuuri flushed a little and nuzzled him back, tucking him into his chest. "Are you ready for the day, hun?"
"Let's skip training today..." he hummed. Yuuri cuddled as close as he could without smothering him. He was frowning. "We really shouldn't. We've skipped so much lately... " Viktor huffed "So? You won~ You deserve to be spoiled." He lifted his head off his chest then kissed him. Yuuri smiled and kissed him back. "You know, Mama still hasn't made me a pork cutlet bowl for winning. We could go over there for lunch~" He kissed him again. Viktor kissed him back, then poked his belly. "Yes, but not too many. I want you in top form." He smirked and stared into his eyes. "You'll be competing against me after all~"
Yuuri frowned at him. "I'd never win against you and you know it. You're the infamous Viktor Nikiforov. And I may have won once, but you're still the best there is. " He looked away. "Stop trying to get my hopes up. " Viktor huffed. "Yuuuuuuurrrrrriiiiiiii," he whined and sat up. "Do you not understand that you are also my lover? I'll be there the entire time. Cheering you on. Not as your coach, not as your rival... but as your beloved..." He took his hand and kissed his ring, smiling softly.
Yuuri flushed and looked him in the eyes. He smiled softly back at him. Then he looked down at the golden ring on his finger. "I know. I just... Sometimes I can't get past that dislike for myself, you know? "
"Well, enough of that. You're going to be amazing, Yuuri~" Viktor hugged him and smiled more. "I love you, you know that right? But more importantly, you need to love yourself..." Yuuri grinned, that big big smile few saw. "I'll try. For you, I'll always try, Viktor." He leaned in to kiss him hard on the mouth.
Viktor kissed him back and held him close. Something was... different. His taste was off. Not by much. But enough that it was noticeable. Yuuri started kissing him a bit harder, his hands going around to touch Victors lower back. Viktor jolted. "Cold hands!" he yelped. "Yuuri, your hands are like icicles!"
Yuuri pulled back and frowned, taking his hands off of him. "They are? " He put his hand to his cheek to feel their temperature. "No...? They're fine. They're normal temperature. " Viktor suddenly quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom. Yuuri frowned profusely and followed him. "Viktor? Are you alright, sweetheart? What's going on with you? "
Viktor searched the medicine cabinet and mumbled under his breath as he went through all the pills. He stopped when Yuuri walked in. "I... I haven't been completely honest with you..."