This was an ask from Sacheland for Kazliin and I just couldn't help but dedicate a chapter to it.

Sacheland:

"HC Yuuri makes cute japanese bento for Viktor everytime he's in Russia and Viktor always posts them on instagram and everyone would be like, 'omg Yuuri Katsuki is such a perfect husband' (and the russian team would try to steal the bento because Yuuri's bento is a gift for humankind, so lunch time would be a fight to the death)

Lunchtime at the Russian rink when Yuuri brings home cooked food is like the hunger games arena and Yakov has long given up trying to stop it!
—Kazliin

Since Yuuri was raised in a hot springs resort, his home life was a bit different from the rest of his peers. His father and sister were absolute messes in the kitchen and the father-daughter duo would sooner burn the entire resort down than cook up even a half-decent meal. The resort could get busy from time to time so his mother taught him how to cook so that he could help her out in the kitchen. By passing down her cooking skills in hopes that he and his sister wouldn't be such a mess when it came down to inheriting the resort and to lessen the frenzy she worked herself into during the season, his mother was killing two birds with one stone. There were times when his mother had to stay in bed because she was down with the cold so, on those days, Yuuri was responsible for cooking. It was nerve-wracking at first because he was afraid that he would end up serving the customers undercooked or overcooked meals, or worse, food poisoning. His anxiety was always there, unhelpfully whispering scenarios into his ears until several beaming customers put an end to that. His nerves left him soon enough since cooking was something he was comfortable with and it was something he had been doing since he was five.

Home Economics was an easy A for Yuuri since he was constantly helping out in the kitchen when the resort was particularly busy, eager to be of use. He always had a hard time making friends but it got easier after he entered junior high. Yuuko and Takeshi already knew how good he was at cooking and visited his classroom during lunch break to eat their fill. Since they were second years, his classmates balked at how casual he was with them and how blessed their expressions became when they shoveled down his leftovers from Home Economics. The third years began to visit Yuuri's classroom soon enough when they caught whist of how good his cooking was. He didn't mind sharing his lunch and took to bringing extra bento boxes for any visiting upperclassmen. Somehow or another, he had ended up with his own little business after his soon-to-be regulars learned how early Yuuri had to wake up each morning to make five large bento boxes. Most of his regulars decided that they would trade his food for something they thought was equivalent, like a ticket to the movies or a coupon to the karaoke, or a favor that he could cash in. The third years were oddly protective of him, citing that he was "too pure and vulnerable." They made certain that no one tried to take advantage of the so-called system they had arranged, and Yuuri even earned himself a few brownie points with his English teacher after offering the man his bento when he noticed the man without lunch. That part of his motivation into offering Himeno-sensei was mainly because English was one of the most commonly spoken language and one that the Victor Nikiforov would undoubtedly know made the anxiety-inducing circumstances (Himeno-sensei, despite his flowery name, was brutish and terrified most of the first-year population)

Yuuri's reputation as a "Yamato Nadeshiko" followed him once he entered high school. Yuuri attended an all-boys high school because it was a closer walk from home than it was to the co-ed high school that both Yuuko and Takeshi attended. Yuuko had jokingly told Yuuri that since the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, Yuuri had already seduced half of the school. He had vehemently denied her words but couldn't help but acknowledge that there was a bit of truth in what she said. Now that everyone was old enough to have their own jobs, people started buying his food even though he insisted that he didn't mind giving them away for free. After a third year had pointed out that buying ingredients to cook for the people who wanted a bento box—which was practically the entire student body—Yuuri had to accept things as it was.

When Yuuri moved to Detroit so that he could further his figure skating career, his cooking skills earned him the undying love of his floormates from the university dorms and his rink-mates alike. A sophomore had to explain to him what the typical college life was in America—a diet of mainly instant noodles and plenty of alcohol, hoarding dishes and old cup noodles until the dreaded "walk of shame", the sniff test, staying up at ungodly hours to finish an assignment or a project. Yuuri was a neat person because of the responsibilities his parents had entrusted him with—washing the dishes, cooking meals, doing the laundry—so he couldn't wrap his head around how sloppy his floormates could be after halfway into his fall semester. While Yuuri was given a full-ride to the university, he still had to pay for his residency in the dorms out of his own pocket so on Yuuko's suggestion, he started up his bento business again. He felt bad for Phichit, who was his roommate, who had to deal with the chaos of his regulars so he made him lunch and dinner when he could. At the end of the semester, his floormates fought viciously to become Yuuri's roommate for the spring semester when they learned that he prepared all of the meals. Phichit was the smallest out of everyone, barely reaching one-hundred and sixty-five centimeters but he destroyed everyone else with a smile on his face.

All Phichit had to say was, "You're too pure and precious for this world to be tainted by them." The words rang strangely familiar to Yuuri, who was reminded of his upperclassmen in junior high. Though he really appreciated the sentiment, he had to wonder if Phichit had ever meant his upperclassmen from junior high, even if it was in passing.

In hindsight, Yuuri should've expected that Victor would've behaved exactly as everyone else had when they first tried his food. He hadn't had any time to cook when Victor had suddenly arrived in Yuutopia since he was immediately roped into training. Telling Victor that he knew how to cook never really came up since it had nothing to do with the general gist of their conversations and he never thought it was something that Victor just had to know about. Yuuko had been all for Yuuri cooking a meal for Victor—he refused to believe that he could give his mother a run for her money when it came to cooking—but he was oddly against it. Yuuri figured it was because his cooking style was set more towards home-cooking and comfort foods while Victor seemed like the type of person who ate at a Michelin-star restaurant every day. But to be honest, Yuuri and Yuuko both knew that it was his anxiety acting up again to overwhelm him with a set of "What if's," and while Yuuko could be pushy and a dominating presence, she knew whenever a line was drawn and took care to never cross it.

Victor had suggested that Yuuri move to St. Petersburg so they could both train under Yakov since Victor was returning to the ice for one more season. The man was strangely unopposed to it even though the image Yuuri had created of the man was someone who was intolerant of Victor's nonchalant and I-do-what-I-want behavior. He later learned that Lilia Baranovskaya convinced Yakov to take him on because she wanted to see his ballet. She was a stern woman who didn't appreciate the half-hearted effort; Yuuri was just glad that she hadn't seen the pictures from last year's gala party, otherwise, he was certain she would've snapped him over her knee. Yuuri wasn't as acquainted with the rest of the Russian team as he would've liked but neither Georgi or Mila opposed when Yakov announced that Yuuri would be joining them. Yuuri figured it was because Yakov had his own skating club like Celestino did in Detroit. Instead, they were strangely excited and eager for him to join them. Georgi pestered him with questions on his love life with Victor and advice on how to get Anya back while Mila teased him relentlessly but all in good nature. To no one's surprise, Yuri made the biggest fuss because Yuuri was "infringing on his territory" but his tantrum was quick to pass. For all that Yuri preached of how he hated Yuuri, Yuuri wasn't as loathed as he thought he was. Yuuri figured it was akin to a boy pulling his crush's pigtails; except in their case, Yuri was the type to treat the people he tolerated with less disdain and aggression, as in the case with Jean-Jacques.

Yuuri moved in with Victor when he learned that most of the nearby apartments to the rink were out of his price range. Victor hadn't minded since he would be "returning the favor" and was eager to get Yuuri settled in. Despite being a bachelor for most of his life, Victor's flat was surprisingly roomy, with a large kitchenette, a master bedroom with a closet and bathroom, a guest room, a separate bathroom, and a laundry room. Yuuri had learned soon enough that for how neat and tidy he kept his flat, he couldn't cook even if his life depended on it. Victor was completely useless when it came to cooking and couldn't even make a proper grocery list—writing microwave meals and vodka did not count—so Yuuri had to take up cooking the meals in the house and doing the grocery shopping.

Victor and Yuuri had slightly different training schedules because Yuuri was practicing ballet more intensely under Lilia and taking up more pole dancing classes with Yakov's grudging insistence—under the insistence that the classes would improve Yuuri's core and help with his choreography. They usually only had time to eat breakfast together and train at the rink on Tuesdays and Thursdays. During the days where he wouldn't be there to practice with Victor, he would make Victor a bento box so that the man wouldn't feel as dejected as he had before.

"Victor! Stop fucking crying!" Yuri yelled with a scowl. He tore into his pirozhki and eyed Victor's lunch speculatively. "Did Katsudon make you that?"

Victor smiled happily and nodded. The bento box was plastic, lacquered black with cute, pink cherry blossom motifs. The rice was seasoned and shaped so it appeared to be Makkachin's head. Victor's side dishes were rolled omelets, sausages cut into octopi, tempura-fried shrimp, and boiled eggs. "It's so adorable! I don't want to ruin it!" he wailed.

Victor quickly whipped out his phone and snapped a picture of his lunch with Yuri in the background sporting a scowl. He posted the picture to Instagram with the caption, Yuuri is such a good cook! It's too adorable to eat! #KatsukiYuuri #lunch #bento #Makkachin #sakura #husbandmaterial

Yuri rolled his eyes and sagged into the chair. "So what? It can't be that good."

Victor glanced at Yuri with wide eyes. "Oh. I forgot. You've never tried Yuuri's cooking before." He shoved an omelet in Yuri's mouth before he could say another word and smiled smugly when Yuri's eyes took on a suspiciously sparkly sheen as he swallowed it instead of spitting the food out. "It's good, isn't it?"

Yuri frowned but grudgingly nodded his head. "But that doesn't mean anything! I bet I could make better pirozhki than that damn pig!"

Victor laughed and waves his hand flippantly. "Yuuri is such a great cook. What do the Japanese call it again? A Yamato Nadeshiko!" Victor paused, his brow narrowed in slight consideration. He immediately narrowed his eyes and hovered over his bento box protectively, as though Yuri would snatch it in a heartbeat. "I only let you try some because it's a crime not to have tried Yuuri's cooking. Yuuri's busy enough as it is."

Yuuri snorted. "If he has time to make you of all people breakfast, lunch, come back from training, and still have enough energy to make your lazy ass dinner, then he must not be training as hard as you make him out to be."

The conversation had been stored in the back of Victor's mind after Yuri hadn't mentioned it again. He wanted it to stay that way. Good food was hard to come across and good food that was healthy was even harder. Yuuri gave Victor a long lecture on how he had studied nutrition in Detroit so that he could make all of his meals filling but not fattening. If Georgi and Mila got wind of how good Yuuri's cooking was, then Victor would be hounded from all three sides to share his lunch with them. Yuuri's bento was a gift to mankind and Victor would sooner die than hand his lunch over, rink-mates or not.

Victor's self-appointed mission of guarding Yuuri's food against everyone save himself got much harder when Yuuri changed his training schedule so that he worked with Lilia on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. That meant Yuuri's schedule aligned with Victor's and by extension, Yuri's, Georgi's, and Mila's training schedule because Yakov much rather preferred everyone skate on the same days so more people could point out any flaws.

Yuuri had gone all out and brought a picnic's worth of food, enough to feed a starving family of seven. The rink had a break room where everyone ate lunch and sometimes dinner there. Yuuri was such a sweetheart and brought plastic containers and pots full of food—Russian food that was all made from scratch. There was pelmeni, beef stroganoff, pirozhki—Yuri was going to shit bricks—and shyly deposited bento boxes of Japanese food on the table as well. He eyed Yuri, and Victor came to the thought that maybe Yuuri was afraid Yuri would open his mouth to say something about the Japanese food or something equally unsavory. Yuri came to the same conclusions and scowled darkly.

"Katsudon! Your pirozhki may not be as good as my grandpa's, but you better have not ruined perfectly good pirozhki!"

Yuuri smiled at that, recognizing that Yuri was nowhere near as scathing as he could've been. Mila smiled teasingly at Yuri and she went to the bento box first. She let out an appreciative hum as she swallowed the octo-sausage. Georgi filled his plate with pelmeni and beef stroganoff while Yakov settled for the bento box as well. Victor chalked it up to Yakov's curiosity since Mila was notorious for her picky eating, something that never failed to drive Yakov up the wall. It made hotel reservations much trickier than it could've been since Mila refused to stay anywhere that served food below her standards. Given that Mila grew up in one of the more rural communities in a backwater area, Victor could understand where she was coming from.

"Yakov! So, how do you think about Yuuri?" Victor asked with a wink. "I told you, didn't I? He's surprisingly stubborn but generally takes in advice."

Yakov let out a deep sigh and it seemed as though he was deflating. "I don't see why he sticks with you when you're so willy-nilly." He frowned for a moment before showcasing an unwrapped bento box. Yakov displayed it to Victor as a single tear left his eye. "He made me a bento box this morning! Said that it was made with ingredients that were good for the body. He even made the rice look like me. That boy. . ." Yakov trailed off and looked towards the sky. "He's too pure and innocent."

Victor laughed as he remembered the infamous Gala. He recalled how Yuuri called for a dance-off with Yuri and won with break-dancing, how Chris and Yuuri engaged in a steamy session of pole dancing, and how Yuuri had seduced Victor in a single night. Yuuri could be innocent and pure, but that was only one side of a coin that was Katsuki Yuuri.

So I'm super sorry that I left you guys hanging. But I'll see what I can do about updating more often. Obviously, it would be every week, but more so every 2-3 weeks hopefully.