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Victor: Legends
For Victor, being a legend somehow was always a burden. Of course, it was a wonderful feeling at first. Being admired because of their hard work was something everyone wished for and he got all the admiration of the world, however, as years passed by, he had to realize that it came with a price. He could not be anything but perfect. He could not let himself having a bad day, because if he failed a competition the whole skating world would disappoint in him. As time passed by, he slowly, but surely lost his love for figure skating.
"Victor, are you okay?" He heard the concerned voice of his student. He looked up from his plate and smiled at Yuuri from across the dining table. The other did not seem persuaded – not a bit.
"Everything is all right, Yuuri. Only a though came to my mind. Do not worry about me," he said, but he knew how fake that smile on his face was.
Yuuri narrowed his eyes. He had never seen Victor like that before. He was always kind and cheerful. That's true, everyone can have days when they do not feel themselves well, but that was something else… Something deeper that no matter how hard he tried, he could not put his finger on.
After they had finished dinner, Victor said his goodnight and almost started to walk towards his room with Makkachin by his side, when Yuuri grabbed his wrist. Victor looked at him surprised.
"Victor, would you be so kind and come with me to my room?"
"O-of course, Yuuri," Victor said, then followed the younger man. He had to admit that he was surprised. Of course, he always wanted to go into Yuuri's room but the fact that the owner of said room invited him was something unpredictable.
When they stepped into the room, Yuuri pushed him down to the bed into a sitting position and ordered him to close his eyes. Victor only nodded, feeling a little bit of excitement. Yuuri could not believe that he would really do this, but as he thought back to the expression on Victor's face, he had to realize that he knew it. It was just like his own, when he questioned his love for skating. He knelt down in front of his bed and pulled out his treasured posters, putting them into Victor's lap.
"Y-you can open them now," he muttered, averting his gaze. When he heard the surprised gasp, he felt his cheeks heating up. "You have been my idol since I was 12. Your skating gave me strength whenever I felt down and I know that lots of people feel the same way and if someone can give these feeling to others, it means that they love what they are doing, so… please do not question your love for skating!"
Yuuri felt as two strong arms hugged him so tight that breathing became quite hard. Victor kissed his forehead tenderly, then hid his face into his hair.
"Thank you, Yuuri! This means a lot to me!"
Yuuri smiled gently and hugged Victor back.
"You are welcome!"