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


After a really hard day of training they were sitting above two cups of green tea. Victor – as usual – wanished somewhere. By then, Yuri were not worried about him anymore. When he swalloved the tea, he glanced at Katsudon, who was drawing something with great vehemence.

"What are you doing?" Yuri asked, trying to convince himself about that he was not really interested in his answer anyway.

"Writing the shopping list," came the totally insensible answer.

Yuri frowned and walked behind Yuuri's back. When he saw the drawing, he screamed as if he was tortured by someone.

"What the fuck?!" It was a mini-version of him on the picture with… "And what is with the cat ears?!"

"Well, Victor referred you to a kitten, so I thought -" Yuuri started, turning towards him.

"You just do not think anything!" Yuri shouted into his ear. Yuuri twitched, because of the sudden pain, then followed Yuri's gaze who studied his body on the paper which's three quarter was colored red.

"This is your badness level," he said, pointing at the picture. "It is unusually high for someone your size."

Yuri felt dizzy. He knew that he had problems with his temper, but with his insult of his hight, Yuuri successfully drag himself in his eyes for a long time. It was not his fault that he was not higher! He got enough problems because of it in skating, thank you very much! Yuri stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind himself.

"Yuri, Sweetheart, where are you going? Dinner is almost ready." Yuri turned towards Hiroko and the woman understood everything just from a simple look. "Don't worry, Honey, you will make it up. Just need to give the other a little time. I will tell Yuuri not to bother you tonight."

Yuri blinked.

"How did you know?" He muttered under his nose.

"I raised up two children, Sweetie. I can recognize fighting beween siblingsl" Yuri blushed furiously, glancing aside. Hiroko stepped to him and stroked his hair. "I will bring your dinner to you room, okay?"