"Yuuri."

Viktor saw the confusion written all over Yuuri's face. He wanted to give him a nickname but he thought that plain ol' Yuuri was fine.

"Uhm… That's not a nickname…?" Yuuri hesitantly asked, tilting his head to the side. Viktor threw his arm around Yuuri's shoulder and smiled at him.

"Well, I happen to really like the name. Besides, it suits you well."

The flustered Yuuri Katsuki hid his red face from the Russian skater. He was happy to hear those words from Viktor but he was a teensy bit sad that he doesn't have a nickname. He thought to himself that everyone around him has a nice nickname but him… and maybe Phichit? He giggled a bit, much to Viktor's surprise.

"What's so funny, Yuuri?" asked the curious Russian.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just thinking about nicknames…"

As Yuuri replied, Viktor tried to ask more but the black-haired boy kept his lips sealed. Eventually, Viktor stopped pestering Yuuri about his little thought and they went inside a clothes store. Upon entering, Yuuri opened his mouth in awe as he saw a variety of expensive and not to mention, fashionable clothing.

"Wow… This shop looks like royalty shops here…" He said as he looked around.

"That's an exaggeration, Yuuri." Viktor slightly laughed and observed as his fiancée entertained himself with the sight of different colored clothing.

Yuuri took some clothes from a rack and tried to see if he suits him. Viktor did the same, but instead, he looked for anything that Yuuri might like. Yuuri tried on some clothes but in the end, he didn't buy anything. Viktor, however, bought 2 pieces of clothing in secret.

"Oh, you bought something…" Yuuri noticed the black paper bag Viktor was holding. The Russian skater hid the bag behind his back and smiled.

"Yeah. Oh, you didn't buy anything?" Viktor then noticed that Yuuri didn't buy anything.

"I didn't have anything I wanted… Besides, I'm not the… stylish type…" Yuuri scratched the back of his head and grinned embarrassingly.

After hearing Yuuri's reply, his face suddenly looked grim. He bought something as a pair for him and Yuuri and he was sad that he might not like it, due to what Yuuri said.

"Vitya?" A concerned Yuuri looked at Viktor as he realized that his mood suddenly changed. "Was it something I said…?"

"Uh… No… It's nothing…" Viktor gave a fake smile, to which Yuuri answered with an unsure, "I see…"

From then on, Viktor Nikiforov's mood never improved. Sure he'd smile occasionally but Yuuri Katsuki knew that something was up. He didn't ask him though, fearing that Viktor might think that he's annoying. He just didn't want to impose or anything. He wanted Viktor to openly discuss the problem with him.

Yuuri still tried to act like he didn't notice and did his best to enjoy the day with him. They went inside a few stores but only looked at or tried on the merchandise. They went to this one Japanese restaurant since Yuuri missed his country's cuisine. They bought some take-out and walked around some more. Along the way, they saw Otabek and Yurio walking side by side, with smiles plastered on their faces.

They didn't bother calling for them since they didn't want to interrupt them. Yuuri knew too well that Yurio will just get angry at them. After a few more minutes strolling around the mall, they met up with Mila and Georgi who were shopping together. Apparently, Georgi got dumped and Mila was just sort of there so the redhead tried to cheer him up.

After their little run-in, the Katsuki-Nikiforov duo left and bid goodbye to Mila and Georgi. On the way home, the two were surprisingly quiet. Viktor still hasn't gotten over the fact that Yuuri might hate the thing he bought and he knew Yuuri didn't know that that was the reason for his bad mood. Talk about being extra.

Upon arriving inside their apartment, they put down their bags and sat down on the couch. Viktor turned to Yuuri who suddenly sighed deeply.

"Vitya… Please tell me what's wrong… Are you angry at me?"

"…" Viktor just looked at him, not uttering a single word. He opened his mouth slightly but no words came out.

"You can tell me once you're ready." Yuuri said in a serious tone and then stood up. He took out the take-out food they bought and opened the lids. As he turned his back to get their utensils, he then told Viktor that is was time to eat.

Yuuri sat down and took his chopsticks and started to utter his usual 'Itadakimasu' before indulging his meal. Viktor, on the other hand, stood up from the couch and sat across Yuuri. He then started to eat as well. His usual 'Vkusno' wasn't heard as he was thinking of a way to tell Yuuri about his sudden mood change. He took a deep breath and started to explain.

"Uhm… Yuuri… I know it's just a small thing but it means a lot to me…."

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"The reason for my mood change… was the clothes I bought."

Confused, the Japanese skater put down his chopsticks and raised a brow. "The clothes…?"

"Well…"Viktor was too shy to tell him upfront but it was easier to tell him than what he pulled off during the Cup of China. "You said that you didn't by anything because you didn't want anything from their catalogue… but I…" He stood up, went to the couch to get the paper bag and shoved it to Yuuri. "I bought us matching coats because it's going to be cold later on…"

Yuuri took the paper bag from Viktor's hand and took a peek inside. There were two coats inside, one in light blue and one in dark red. "Vitya…"

"I got disappointed when you said that so…"

Viktor trailed off, taken aback by Yuuri's sudden laugh. "Yuuri…?"

The Japanese boy held on his stomach, which was hurting from all the laughing. Viktor approached him gently and put his hand on Yuuri's back. After a good minute of laughing, he finally calmed down and suddenly hugged him. "Vitya… Whatever you give to me, I'll always treasure it…"

The two blushed hard and before they knew it, they were back to normal.

"Waaaah! Yuuri! I was so worried!" Viktor was on the verge of crying as he lovingly cuddled Yuuri. The black-haired boy giggled awkwardly while he patted his partner's back.

"Thank you, Vitya…" He pushed him slowly and showed his red, smiling face.

Touched by his smile, a tear formed in his eyes and he hugged him again. When they finally calmed down, the continued eating and started to laugh off their day at the mall. They talked about Yurio and Otabek, and then Mila and Georgi. They jokingly commented that Yurio and Otabek suited each other and that Georgi should try to stop being overly dramatic.

After their meal, they both cleaned the dining table before sitting on the couch to watch TV. Viktor's arm was around Yuuri's and they both got under a blanket. Yuuri took the remote from the table and clicked the on button.

Upon turning the TV on, they were greeted by a show, focusing on an interview with someone very familiar.

"You must've heard about the rumor. We all saw 5-time golden medalist Viktor Nikiforov stealing a kiss from a Japanese skater named Yuuri Katsuki. What do you think about this?"

"I highly disapprove of this. It is unacceptable for someone who is highly commended to stoop to the level of a… commoner. That Japanese boy is nothing but a brat who thinks he is good enough for him."

"But, we've seen how happy Mr. Nikiforov is after he got involved with Mr. Katsuki—"

"There is already someone for Viktor, and I assure you that she is a respected woman all around the world. I don't care if their so-called 'fans' shower me with their hate. Yuuri Katsuki is not meant for Viktor Nikiforov."

The woman angrily declared war with the fans of Viktor and Yuuri. Viktor turned the TV off, shaken by the things he heard. Yuuri too, was shocked and felt hurt after hearing the woman badmouth him. He was on the verge of sobbing when Viktor suddenly hugged him and caressed the back of his head.

"Don't worry, Yuuri… I won't let anyone hurt you… Especially not her…."

"Vi—vitya… Was that…?" Yuuri wasn't able to finish his sentence as he was still crying nonstop.

"Sadly… Yes… You saw her name…" Viktor replied, not letting go of his fiancée. "I'm sorry if she said those horrible things about you…"

"I… I guess not everyone accepts our relationship… huh?" Yuuri tried to smile but he couldn't stop his tears. It's been awhile since his depression and anxiety kicked in. He knew that Viktor will love him no matter what but what the woman said pierced through his heart. Why did she have to tell the whole world that he was a 'commoner'? He thought that even though the woman or Viktor weren't royalty, some people still discriminate the rich and the poor.

Yuuri fell asleep while Viktor cuddle him. "Yuuri… I'm really sorry… We'll get through this… I promise…"

Viktor kissed Yuuri's forehead and carried him to their room.