Victor's smile was never the same each time, and Yuuri sometimes wondered how many he had left to discover.

Day 7. Prompt: Smile. Thanks for the prompt, Misty!

WC: 100

He collected them like cards, stowing them away for remembering when he was lonely, or confused, or self-doubting. The smile that Victor gave Yuuri, firm and faithful, before he competed was so different from the smile that Victor gave Yuuri over a bowl of his mother's katsudon.

Yuuri took Victor's hands, his own knees shaking. Both of their hands trembled.

"From this day until death separates us," Victor finished quietly, and his smile was more blinding than it had ever been.