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

Victor's sneeze was the cutest thing Yuuri had ever heared. As he sneezed, he sat up with the same movement.

"Oh, he's awake," Yuuri said matter-of-factly. He admitted to himself that Victor looked like any other man after waking up – sleepy look, bedhair. He thought that until the holy moment when Victor turned towards them.

"I'm starving. Hungry…" he mumbled, while his kimono slid down from his left shoulder. Yuuri's yaw dropped. He had to have a strange face, because Minako gave him a look.

"He still wants to eat? " She asked.

"Um, what would you like to eat?" Yuuri heared the eagerness in his voice.

"Hmm… As your coach, I'd like to know what you favourite food is, Yuuri," he said, but his eyes sent a much more different message towrads Yuuri, who – suddenly – did not know what to do.

"What?" Yuuri breathed out, feeling his cheeks became hot.

When he saw the Katsudon, Victor clapped his hands together.

"Wow! Amazing!" Yuuri heared out the excitement from his voice. He had not eaten home made cook recently.

"Our speciality, the Katsudon, extra large!" His mom explained happily.

When Victor swalloved the first bit, his eyes lit up.

"Vkuson!" He shouted in estacy. "Delicious! Too good for words!" He said, while trying to eat. "Is this what God eats?!" Yuuri listened the compliments with a smile on his face. He was happy, because of his idol liked his mom's cook.

"I'm glad you like it," he said. Unfortunately, he did not notice the smile on Minako's face.

"Yuuri gains weight easily," she started, "so he was allowed to eat it when he won a competition. Right?" Yuuri tensed immediately.

"Oh? So, have you eaten this Katsudon recently?" Came the question.

"Yes, yes. I eat it often," he said with a smile. 'WRONG ANSWER, IDIOT!' A voice told in his head.

"Why? You haven't won anything."

'Oh, shit!' Yuuri thought.

"With that pig's body of yours, lessons would be meaningless." Yuuri tried to hide his gained weight – with zero success. "You need to get back to your weight at last year's Grand Prix Final, at the least or I can never coach you." Yuuri froze in place. "Until then, no more Katsudon. Okay, little piggy?"

'Huh? I feel like I should be offended…'

"Hey, this luggage is in the way," Mari said, interrupting his thoughts.

After they bought Victor's luggage into his room and talked about his fee, the Russian suddenly knelt down in front of him.

"Yuuri, tell me everything about you," he said, reaching towards Yuuri. When Victor touched his chin, Yuuri's heart skipped a beat. "What kind of rink do you skate at?"

'For a coach, knowing that is understandable.'

"What's in this city?"

'Besides being my coach, he is a tourist as well…'

"Is there a girl you like?"

'WHAT THE FUCK?!' Yuuri felt himself blushing. Victor took his hand into his own.

"Before we start practicing, let's build some trust in our relationship."

'Leaning into my personal space is not a good starting point!' Yuuri blushed furiously and crawled out of the room with high speed.

"What? Why are you running away?" Victor asked, as if nothing had happened just a few seconds ago.

"Uh, no reason…" he really did not want to explain it to him.

After he had rejected Victor one more time and took his posters down, Yuuri finally manged to go to bed. While he was lying in the dark, his heart pounded with joy. Victor being here was the best thing that had happened to him since… he had had no ide. A happy smile crept onto his face. He knew that with Victor becoming his coach, a whole new chapter of his life would begin.