"Yuri?"
"Ah, V-Victor! I-It's not what. . . I-I-"
He was afraid of what Victor would think. He used male pronouns, yeah, but he wasn't really a man. Yuri was genderqueer, and he felt feminine that day. Yuri was wearing a small dress that kept him warm.
Yuri just accidentally outed himself to his fiance, well not really. Victor barged in the room while Yuri was giggling over his new outfit.
"What's this?" Victor smiled.
Yuri flinched, and pouted slightly. He was in love with this Russian skater god, so why shouldn't he tell him who he really is?
"It's my new dress. I found it online." Yuri twirled slightly. "I thought it was cute, is it not?"
"I never said that, I just didn't know you were female."
"I'm not, I'm nonbinary." Yuri lowered his gaze, his confidence slowly draining. What if he hated him? What if Victor called him names because of who he was.
"Oh, so you use he still, right Yuri?" Victor drew the 'Yuri'.
"H-hai."
"I wish you told me sooner, I am your coach. I'm suppose to know everything about you!" Victor pouted slightly, wrapping his arm around the younger skater. "Yuuuurrrriiii!" he whined slightly, unaware he lifted the dress.
"Gomen Victor." Yuri huffed, pulling the dress down. "Please be careful, the dress is short."
"Got it!" Victor smiled more. He couldn't help but stare at the younger skater, his partner. He was far too cute in the dress, and Victor just had to stare.
"V-Victor?" Yuri blushed, squirming under the man's gaze. He felt exposed to him. "Stop staring."
"But you look so beautiful Yuri!"
"Yuri!" Yuri pushed him out of the room, sighing. He loved Victor, he did, but he couldn't handle the dotting of his boyfriend sometimes.
"Victor let me get changed."
"Why can't I stay in the room?" Victor whined.
"V-Victor." Yuri blushed, slamming the door, leaving Victor outside.
He was happy.