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'Could you teach me to make Katsudon?' Victor asked me.
I stared at him. So far, all he had been doing in Hastesu was eat, sleep, skate and bathe in the hot springs. Where did this sudden interest in cooking come from?
'I want to learn it, so that I could make it sometime when I return to Russia.' he said. 'Alright '. I said.
I thought about Victor and his relationship with my brother, who was practising some moves at Minako's studio at the moment. I wondered if there was any truth to the words that Minako had said the other day.
'Katsudon is actually short for Tonkatsu Donburi.' I explained. 'Then cutlet part of it is called literally means bowl. Here, it refers to the rice parts of the dish.'
I looked at Victor as he nodded. There was no denying he was handsome. I definitely wouldn't mind if what Minako said the other day was true. In fact , I was pretty close to shipping Victuuri.
'This time, we'll use the leftover Tonkatsu from last night.' I said. 'I'll teach you to make Tonkatsu later on.' I said.
I had always suspected Yuuri was gay. He hardly ever talked about girls while growing up. However I didn't think he was an overly sexual person. He never had a lover, not one I knew of, anyways, which was kind of weird considering he was twenty-four. Was it just me, or did Victor Nikiforov seem to awaken something in my little brother?
'You first break the eggs into a bowl, and mix.' I said. 'No, not like that.' I showed him the correct way to do it.
'And the dashi, soya sauce and potato starch.' I said,noticing that his cooking, unlike his skating was not at all skilful.
I liked having Victor around. He was a great guy. Besides, Makkachin was now with us again. We all love Makkachin.
'Now, add the oil and the onions.' I said. 'And add the Tonkatsu in the centre.' I helped him do that.
'It's smells so good already.' Victor said. I smiled.
Around half an hour later, it was done. Admittedly, Victor wasn't the greatest cook, but we did manage to do it. 'Let's surprise Yuuri with it.' he said, carrying the bowl in his hands. Oh, Victor. Your love for my brother is showing.
Just then Makkachin ran up to us. 'When, Makkachin.' Victor suddenly dropped the bowl, spilling the contents everywhere. 'Damn it.'
I couldn't help laughing. For the past half an hour, Victor Nikiforov, the great skater was struggling to cook a simple dish, only for it to end on the floor. Well half on the floor, and half on his hands, clothes and platinum blond hair.
'I'm back.' It was Yuuri. 'Victor'?
'Don't come in here, Yuuri.' Victor said. But, of course he did, and he burst into laughter seeing Victor's condition. 'I was trying to make pork cutlet bowls.' he started to explain. 'But then, Makkachin...'
Yuuri laughed. Then, much to my surprise, he held Victor's hand up, and licked the gravy off his fingers.I could see an animalistic glint form in the older man's eyes as he did that. I looked at the two of them. This was definitely not how too friends normally behaved. I stepped away, not wanting to see my brother like that. But did this mean Victuuri was confirmed?
