Yuuri yawned openly when he emitted the train. He just finished another interview, alone, without Viktor. There had been something else that needed his attention. What exactly, Viktor didn't want to tell. Knowing it probably had something to do with his mafia businesses, Yuuri decided not to ask any further questions. Though, Viktor promised him that when he returned home, they would still celebrate his first victory at the recent free skate. After everything, they still hadn't a proper chance to do so.
The skater's face darkened when Viktor's promise ran through his mind. He really wasn't in the mood. The interview had taken more of his energy than he expected, so the last thing he wanted was to get drunk again. He wanted a long hot bath and a good night sleep. Viktor already had planned another busy practice schedule, starting tomorrow.
Yuuri sighed tiredly. How was he going to get out of Viktor's party plans? Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
"Hey, little pork cutlet, it's me! Where are you?" Yuuri heard Viktor's bubbly voice ask as soon as he answered his phone.
"W-why you ask?" Yuuri asked. A part of him hoped Viktor called him to tell him his so called 'important thing' caught more of his time than first expected and he would be back, late. Sadly, that was not the case.
"I needed some stuff for our celebration party, so I went to the convenience store across the train station. If you nearby, I could…
"AH, no!" Yuuri chocked out, nervously while he tried to force his brain tried to come up with an excuse, and forced his tired legs to run away from the convenience store. Maybe he could be home before Viktor and hide in his room. A celebration party is always nice, but not when there's beer. And knowing Viktor, there will be lots of it. "I-I'm so sorry, but I missed the train, which means—
Yuuri felt a sudden, strong grip at the shrubs of his neck, forcing him to halt in his tracks. As he tried to fight back and turned, he saw Viktor glaring at him, displeased.
"Good thing I walked out of the store, just in time, huh, little pork cutlet?" Viktor's displeased look slowly melted into an alluring smile, and Yuuri knew what that meant, punishment. The latter's knees weakened in shock then collapsed right into the mafia leader/coach's arms.
Viktor, holding Yuuri in his arms, waltzed inside Yu-topia with gusto then walked straight on to his room where he dropped Yuuri on the bed and said; "We are going to celebrate, whether you like it or not."
Yuuri sat up, slowly then sighed and said, reluctantly; "Fine, but only one or two, alright? I don't want to get drunk. And don't get any funny ideas when I say I want to take a hot bath and want to go bed, earlier. It will be alone and in my own bed."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." Viktor rolled his eyes briefly then tossed a beer at Yuuri and opened the bag with chips and candies before sitting down onto the floor.
After a few hours, and more beers than the young skater had promised himself, Yuuri rambled about what happened to him during the interview. It sounded pretty gibberish and very unclear, but whatever had happened made him pretty angry, for some reason.
"You know, I think you've had enough…" Viktor said, cutting the young skater off after listening at his nonsense, for five minutes straight.
Yuuri slammed his half empty beer can on the table then hollered, drunkenly; "Whaadaa you saaay?!"
Viktor rolled his eyes then replied; "You promised yourself two beers, remember? How many did you have by now?"
"I don't caaare!" Yuuri really wanted to finish his beer, but before he could, Viktor snatched the can from his hands. Yuuri looked clearly dumbfounded for a second then wailed; "Whaadaa ya doing?! Lemme haave it!"
"I'll say you had enough, my little piggy…" Viktor said, slightly irritated, holding the beer out of Yuuri's reach. However, Yuuri kept reaching then lost his balance and fell right into Viktor's lap. Viktor sighed. "I knew it. You're drunk."
Yuuri lifted his head up from Viktor's lap then glared and said; "I am not drunk. You are drunk. Now…gimme—
"Yuuri, don't you remember you wanted to go to bed early?" A little frown appeared in Yuuri's forehead as he tried to think, really hard then nodded, slowly. Viktor smiled in relief; "You see? I knew you would. Now, get up so I can clean up this mess."
Yuuri stood up, slowly then tried to walk towards the door to make his leave, but he didn't get far. Halfway he lost his footings and fell back to the floor with what looked like a very painful thud.
"You will feel that in the morning," Viktor said, jokingly then walked over to the young skater to assist him back up and to his room. However, as he reached his hand out, Yuuri slapped it away while emitting a loud sob. Viktor crouched next to him, worriedly. "Yuuri, are you okay?"
Yuuri, feeling pretty embarrassed, quickly rubbed his face dry and mumbled; "I'm fine. Just let me go to my room."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Viktor asked, worriedly. "You know you can tell me anything, right? Did something happen today? You said something earlier, but it was quite hard to understand…
"Every time the smallest thing happens, I can't stop agonizing over it!" Yuuri suddenly choked out, tears streaming down his face. He didn't even try to dry them off. "Why?! Why did she have to show up again?!"
Viktor frowned. "She? Who's she?"
"Her! The girl I dated before…" Yuuri chocked out. "She cheated on me and I tried to forget her by going to the nightclub where I met you! She suddenly showed up today, after my interview and she told me…" Yuuri sobbed uncontrollably for a few minutes then dried his tears and sniffed; "You know what, it doesn't matter. I don't even understand why I feel like this over something stupid like that."
Yuuri tried to get up but was pulled back down by Viktor who eyed the young skater briefly then wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer into his lap. Yuuri didn't object and allowed Viktor to run his fingers through his hair, soothingly. It didn't take long before he fell asleep.
Viktor smiled then carried the young skater to the bed where he undressed him until he was only wearing his boxers then tucked him underneath the blankets. After eyeing the mess on the floor, briefly, Viktor decided to clean it up in the morning. He was too tired to do it right away.
Viktor undressed himself then lied down next to Yuuri and stared at the latter until he fell asleep, too.
"Mr. Nikiforov?"
"Just a few more minutes…" Viktor replied, sleepily then felt another nudge, more impatient than the first time. Viktor snapped his eyes open then saw his high-school's librarian's face glare at him. Realizing he had fallen asleep, again, he muttered; "Crap."
"Language, Mr. Nikiforov…" the librarian said, sharply. She was holding a pile of books while tapping her left foot, impatiently. It was more than obvious she wanted him to leave, and fast.
Viktor stood up, reluctant. Going home wasn't one of his favorite things. His dad was barely home, leaving him alone with Yakov who didn't do anything then yell at him for being more at school than on the streets wreaking havoc like a son of mafia subordinate is supposed to do. Yes, it's true. He was the sixteen year old son of Adrián Nikiforov, Yakov's best subordinate. One day, Yakov wanted to give all his districts to him, who in his turn, would give them to Viktor. Viktor wasn't exactly jumping for joy. He loved his dad, but sometimes he wished he had a more normal life. A life where he didn't have to look over his shoulder for enemies who wanted nothing but kidnap him to get even with his dad or Yakov. On top of that, everyone in school knew who he was, but they either stayed miles away from him, or they were extremely polite fearing they would be killed if they didn't.
"Mr. Nikiforov?" Viktor turned around when the librarian called out his name. She pointed at a school bag in the corner of the library then asked; "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Without a word, Viktor picked up the schoolbag then swung it over his shoulder and exited the library. Once outside he looked at the dark clouds and realized it would snow soon. He should really learn to not forget his umbrella, every freaking morning. Viktor pulled the collar of his wrench coat up, fixed his scarf, dug his hands deep into his pockets and started to walk to his house.
His house was a twenty minute walk from school where he first lived with his dad, alone. He never knew his mom and his dad never spoke much about her. All Viktor knew about her was that she had left the both of them. Whatever the reason was, it had nothing to do with Yakov, because back then he wasn't in their lives yet.
Viktor was around the age of ten when Yakov came into their lives. He was walking home with his dad. It was dark, and cold, and they would have been mugged, if not killed by a mafia gang if Lilia, Yakov's wife hadn't showed up with her crew and scared them off. She took the both of them to her place to take care of his dad's wounds, and they met Yakov. His dad and Yakov became friends, first, and slowly and steadily turned into his subordinate, over the years.
Viktor walked towards the front door while digging up the keys from his pockets. As soon as he opened the door and stepped over the threshold, his pup, Makkachin, came rushing to greet him.
"About time you showed up!" Yakov poked his head from the kitchen. Viktor's mouth dropped when he saw the notorious mafia leader wore an apron. He never took him for a cook. They always ate ready-made dinners. Yakov's scowl grew then barked with boisterous voice; "The only reason I allow you to go to school is for you to become smart, but that dumb look you're giving me starts to make me question if my hard-earned money isn't getting wasted!"
Viktor scowled in return then retorted; "You never went to any school, so I'm just surprised seeing you trying to cook."
"You better watch your tongue, you dumb brat!" Yakov roared. Viktor gave him a nonchalant look as he cuddled Makkachin in his arms. Yakov's face seemed to soften a bit then said; "You better find something to entertain yourself with, because Lilia will be here, any second. We have grown up stuff to talk about."
Viktor merely rolled his eyes then strutted towards his room and said; "Good luck with trying to woo her with your burned steak." Yakov shouted all sorts of abuse at the young teen who in his turn, shut his bedroom with a loud thud.
Viktor groaned, agitated then dropped his schoolbag in the corner of his room and flopped down onto his bed. Makkachin, now lying on Viktor's chest, licked her owner's chin to comfort him. Though she was very small, she felt something was wrong.
"It's okay, Makkachin. I'm not angry at you." Viktor patted the small poodle pup on the head, gently then stared at the ceiling until he fell asleep.
The next morning, Viktor woke up at a sudden, rough knock on his bedroom door then heard Yakov yell at him to get his lousy ass up. The teen rolled his eyes. It was more than obvious Yakov's attempt to woo his ex, failed. Otherwise he would have let him sleep until his alarm clock woke him up.
Viktor sat up straight then ruffled his fingers through his long, silver hair. Makkachin, lying next to the teen, stretched all fours then looked at her owner. Viktor smiled and stroked her.
"Looks like you're going to get an very long walk."
Makkachin wagged his tail, liking what her owner just said. Viktor got up, took a quick shower then got dressed, and just took a simple glass of juice before taking Makkachin out. The idea of eating breakfast with Yakov was a horrible one.
Classes were over and Viktor sat at his usual spot in the library, only this time he decided to kill the time by reading a book. A soft noise coming from behind him, caught Viktor's attention. It was a young boy, not older than twelve years old with messy dark hair. It was hard to tell his eye colour, because he was staring at the floor, awkwardly shifting on his feet. Despite the layers of clothing he wore, you could still tell he was slightly overweighed.
"You need something?" Viktor asked. A soft, startled yelp emitted from the boy's lips and his ears turned red, instantly, as if he never expected to be talked at. Viktor eyed him up and down, curiously. It was not like older students hung out with younger students, but they did cross paths in the hallway or on the school grounds, but he had never seen this kid before. "Oh well, it's a big school. It's not like you meet every student."
"I-Is this seat taken?" a soft, broken English voice asked, snapping Viktor from his thoughts. The kid still stared at his own feet while shifting, nervously, as if he rather wanted to bolt.
Thinking the boy was just challenged by some friends to talk to the mafia son, Viktor sighed annoyed then took his schoolbag, stood up, and left without a word. The boy mumbled something in a foreign language, but Viktor ignored him.
Once he returned home, Viktor was greeted by Makkachin, again, and by Yakov's boisterous voice coming from the kitchen. It sounded like he was arguing with someone, probably on the phone, because Viktor couldn't hear anyone else say something in return. The latter decided to head straight to his room with Makkachin. He hoped his dad would come back soon, so he had someone to talk to.
The next day, after school, Viktor nearly bumped into the boy he met the previous day. The latter apologized, multiple times in the same foreign language. Japanese, without a doubt. His eyes kept looking down and his face turned red, once again. Viktor mumbled something inaudible and stepped around the boy to leave.
"W-wait…"
Viktor halted in his tracks then slowly turned to face to boy. A stern look written on his face. The boy made a slight jump in fright and looked as if he wanted to run. Viktor couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"What?!" Viktor's voice sounded quite harsh.
The boy turned pale, for a change then nervously scratched his cheek and mumbled; "I-I didn't mean to make you leave the other day. I-I'm sorry if I…"
"I left because I was done reading!" Viktor lied, instead of saying he left because he was annoyed by the kid's presence. The boy dropped his eyes and an awkward silence followed. Viktor then sighed and said, slightly annoyed; "You are allowed to go back to your friends to let them know I didn't kill you for talking to me."
Viktor turned to leave, but was stopped once again when the boy stuttered; "I-I don't have any friends, Senpai."
"What did you call me?" Viktor glared at the boy, thinking he was just insulted.
"Oh, ah, gomen nasai!" The boy chuckled nervously then explained while scratching his cheek; "In Japan we call older students senpai. I moved here a few days ago with my family, who have to take care of one of my other relatives who is sick at the moment. My parents enrolled me in this school so I wouldn't get too far behind on my studies."
Viktor ran his fingers through the bangs of his silver hair then asked, smirking; "Your classmates didn't warn you about me?" The boy darted his eyes around, frightened then took a few steps back. Viktor sighed then turned and walked away without another word.
The next day, Viktor decided to skip school and spend the day on the beach with Makkachin. Sure, it was cold, but Makkachin didn't care and it was always better than hang around home with only Yakov to talk to.
Around lunch time, Viktor headed back to the city to buy himself a lunch at a café that also allowed dogs. As he walked to his favorite place he saw the foreign student. The latter looked around, cautiously.
"Skipping school is a serious crime in Russia, young man!"
"AAGH!" the twelve year old boy screamed, nearly jumping a mile up in fright then saw it was just Viktor. Instantly he dropped his eyes, turned red and whispered; "I have a free period."
"Just as I expected," Viktor sighed. "You're a too goody-good boy who rather doesn't anything dangerous. Skipping school is a serious crime in Russia, after all."
The boy widened his eyes then gasped; "It is?"
Viktor nodded with straight face then asked; "Isn't it in Japan?"
"Well, they won't appreciate it and they will probably just give a warning or a punishment, but nothing else serious, I guess."
"Wow, then I should move to Japan, huh? I mean, last time they caught me I had to spend a whole month in jail. They said if I repeated my actions, I would go to jail for a whole year."
"Really?" the boy asked, utterly stunned with what he just heard
"Is he seriously believing everything of this crap?" Viktor thought, eyeing the boy up and down then suddenly remembered why he was in town, and said; "Anyway, I should better be going. Don't want anyone think you're a delinquent when they see you talk to me."
Viktor hid a smirk as he walked away. Fooling this kid was just too easy.
"I-I don't care!" Viktor halted in his tracks, instantly then turned and frowned. The boy took a few steps forward to close the gap then said as confident as he could; "I don't care what people think of me, Senpai! Also, for your information, I do like a little danger!"
This time it was Viktor's turn to look stunned. He eyed the boy up and down, who instantly dropped his head again. Viktor then smirked to himself, thinking about all the things he could do with the poor, naïve boy.
"Very well! To prove it, you must skip your remaining classes and hang out with me for today," Viktor said. The boy's eyes widened in shock and fear. Viktor then sighed and said; "Or you just go back to school and stay the goody-good boy everyone thinks you are."
Viktor heeled around and walked away with big, firm steps. He never expected the boy would actually come after him, but he did, though, it took a little minute before the latter catch up with him. Viktor then decided to slow down a little until they walked onto the same pace.
"How can I help you?" the café lunch lady asked, looking at Viktor who was next in line. Viktor made a gesture at the boy to order something first.
The latter scanned his eyes quickly down the list of available sandwiches then pointed at one and replied; "I'd like to take one of those, please."
"That's a tuna, cheddar, and union sandwich. What size of bread do you like?"
The boy looked confused for a second then replied, hesitant; "Just a normal size, I guess."
"We have half size, regular, or large."
"I'll take the half, then."
"And what kind of bread do you like? Plain, nareznoy baton, or zavarnoy?"
Viktor couldn't help but smirk a little how the young boy's face became even more confused with every question the lunch lady fired at him. It was more than obvious the kid wasn't used to 'subway-like' places. The waiting line grow which made the boy even more anxious. Viktor stepped forward then ordered two of the same sandwiches and two milk-shakes.
"Gomen nasai." The boy looked very apologetic as they sat down at a table to eat their lunches.
Viktor, not caring Makkachin will turn into a spoiled dog, dropped a piece of bread on the floor, nonchalantly then said; "It's fine. No need to apologize."
"This is actually the first time I've ever been in a place like this."
"You wouldn't say…" Viktor replied, taking a sip from his milkshake.
Not noticing the hint of sarcasm in Viktor's voice, the boy proceeds his explanation. "The bread and the toppings are so different from Japan. And then the line kept growing and growing and I felt my anxiety rise. I just didn't know wat to do, so thank you for stepping in." The young boy took a bite from his sandwich ten widened his eyes in delight and exclaimed; "Wow, this is actually really tasty!"
"You usually don't eat fast food?"
The boy swallowed his food then replied; "No, my parents don't like that sort of thing. Back in Hasetsu they run a hot spring, so my mom always cooks meals."
"And your mom never cheats and makes ready-made foods instead?"
The boy chuckled then replied; "I really doubt she would. She loves cooking, especially pork cutlet bowl. It's my most favorite dish."
"I knew it. His parents pampered him way too much."
"Thank you so much for taking me here, Senpai. I really like hanging out with you."
"He seriously means that, or…" Viktor eyed the younger student in front of him, scanning his face to see how sincere he was. It obviously made him nervous, because he dropped his eyes, instantly, and his cheeks turned pink. Viktor broke the silence. "What are you doing after this?
The boy shrugged shortly then replied; "I'll probably go to the ice rink, again."
"You like skating that much?"
The boy nodded then smiled; "One day I want to become a professional figure skater. But then I'll need to practice hard and lose weight. For now, my ballet teacher helps me, until I find someone who wants to coach me."
Viktor nodded in understanding, but couldn't help but feel a little jealous. The kid had a dream, wanted to do something he really liked. You couldn't say the same thing about him. Sure, he had dreams, but becoming a notorious mafia leader one day, wasn't one of them. But telling yakov wasn't an option. He would probably kill him.
"So, what is his name?"
Viktor's mind snapped back to reality then notice the boy was looking at his poodle. "It's Makkachin," he quickly replied. "I found her abandoned in an alley with no food and only a carbon box to sleep in. Everyone just looked briefly then walked on. I Just couldn't do the same thing. I took him home and he's with me, ever since."
"Can I pat him? I like dogs."
"Sure?" Viktor watched the boy lift Makkachin on his lap then cuddled him while cooing Japanese sounding words. Makkachin seemed to enjoy it and licked the boy's face, profusely.
Weeks went by and the boy started to grow on Viktor. It was fun trying to make him as rebellious as him, but it was also fun doing things he liked, like going to the rink. He even got challenged to put on some skates and try out some 'figure skate' moves, only because he had been so stupid and said figure skating was the easiest thing. Afterwards, he even felt the bones and muscles he never knew he had them.
Makkachin seemed to enjoy the walks even more, because the boy came with them to the beach and threw sticks for him to catch. Sometimes they just sat there and stared at the ocean while Viktor listened to all the stories his new friend told about his hometown, Hasetsu.
Then, one day, Viktor came home from school only to get into a heated discussion with Yakov. Yakov wanted him to quit school and take his responsibilities as subordinate, but Viktor retorted back that it was not what he wanted for his future. The next day he had to call school and tell them he was home, sick. The truth was that Yakov nearly had beaten him to pulp.
Once the bruises were gone and Viktor returned to school, his friend was happy to see him. That moment, Viktor did something he never expected he would do. In order to keep him safe from Yakov, he told him he never wanted to see him again. The boy's face saddened and Viktor left without another word.
That night, while lying in his bedroom and stroking Makkachin, Viktor felt sad and alone. His mind kept wandering to his former friend, whose name he still didn't know. It felt so weird, spending all those weeks together and yet, he never had taken the effort to ask his name. Well, it didn't matter anymore. He broke his friendship.
The next day, after school, Viktor left the building and noticed it was snowing. Again, he had left his umbrella home. Suddenly he heard a tiny voice behind him.
"Senpai?" Viktor spun around in surprise and saw it was the Japanese foreign student, holding two umbrellas. "You always keep forgetting your umbrella, so I decided to take two with me."
Viktor frowned; "Why?"
"Because I would hate to see you get sick again." An intense silence followed then Viktor reached his hand out to take the second umbrella. They stepped outside and opened their umbrella's.
"I always thought people would act nice to others because they wanted something in return. But this guy probably really likes me. It's probably just that…" Viktor knew it was foolish, because he was sixteen and the boy was twelve, but he couldn't help but search for the boy's hand, gently touching it.
The boy suddenly reacted as if he was hit by a sudden jolt of electricity then screamed, as red as a tomato; "I suddenly remember I have to run! Get home safely!" And with that, the boy sped away as fast as his legs could carry him.
"Yup! He's definitely a weird one," Viktor thought to himself as he watched the boy disappear in the distance. He then sighed and started on his way home.
As soon Viktor stepped over the threshold he was greeted by Makachin and his dad. Viktor was very happy to see him again, and Yakov wasn't around which made it easier for them to talk and have fun. His dad even promised to stay around for a while.
The next day Viktor walked down the school corridors when he suddenly heard students laugh. When he turned to look he saw the foreign student on the floor, holding his forehead. It was more than obvious he hadn't watched where he went and stumbled into a wall. Viktor couldn't help but laugh quietly then immediately regretted it. Especially because the foreign student's eyes suddenly landed on him then dropped them again with flustered cheeks.
After the eight period, Viktor stepped outside the school then saw his friend dash towards him, as if what happened earlier, never had happened. He smiled and blabbed about how excited he was to go to skating practice.
"Why does he look always so happy when he sees me?" Viktor wondered. "I just don't understand why he still wants to hang out with me, after all the horrible things I said." The boy suddenly stopped talking and looked at Viktor, questioned. Viktor smiled. "I was wondering if you wanna come over?" The boy's jaws dropped and for a moment, Viktor felt a little silly for even asking it. But before he even had the chance to take his words back, the boy nodded happily.
Over the next few weeks their bond became stronger, but then something unexpected happened. Viktor's dad didn't come home, though he had promised he would. He shouldn't think much of it, because it's not the first time it happened, but for some reason he couldn't shrug of the awful feeling he had.
Several days later, his dad still wasn't back and when Viktor asked Yakov, the man just grumbled he was busy in the West districts. Viktor would have interrogated him more if Yakov hadn't left the house, grumbling something about fixing something. Viktor would have followed, but then his phone went off.
The person who called was his friend, telling him he wanted to meet up with him, urgently. The entire walk to the meeting point, Viktor kept mumbling to himself; "Something's wrong," over and over.
"Senpai!" the boy came running towards him, but not as happy as he usually did. He tried to catch up his breath then said as he darted his eyes around, anxiously; "Me and my parents are leaving Russia, urgently!"
Viktor felt his mouth drop then asked; "W-why? Urgently as in…? I don't understand."
"I can't say much, because I don't want to get you into trouble." The boy's eyes swam with tears as he gasped; "I saw something, Senpai. I saw something I shouldn't have…I-I…"
Viktor grabbed the boy then squeezed him into a hug and said; "It's gonna be fine! Whatever it is, I'll protect you."
"No, it's too dangerous, Senpai. M-my parents don't know I'm here, nor do the cops…
"Police…?" Viktor's eyes widened in fear then took the boy's chin in his hand and looked him deep in the eyes. For the first time, he actually saw they were brown.
"I-I'm so sorry, Senpai. They told me not to come here, but I just couldn't leave without telling you."
"Please, stay. I can…
The boy shook his head firmly then freed him from Viktor's grasp, and said; "Gomen nasai, Senp-" the boy tried to hold back a sob then ran away.
"Wait! I don't know even your name…" Viktor shouted as he ran after the boy.
The boy stopped a taxi then, with the backdoor handle in his hand, the boy turned to Viktor one more time and shouted back, tears streaming down his face; "My name is Katsuki Yuuri!"
"Viktor Nikiforov, but you can always call me Vitya! Please come back, one day…" Viktor shouted as he couldn't hold back his tears any longer and sank through his knees as the car drove away. He didn't even know if the boy even had heard him, but one thing he knew for sure. Whatever the boy had seen, whoever had driven him away from his grasp, he would find out and that person would pay for it. "I will never forget you, Yuuri Katsuki," Viktor whispered.
"About time you woke up…" Viktor sat up straight up in bed, tears dripping down his face. When he looked for the source of voice, he found Yuuri emitting the bathroom.
"It was you, the entire time…" Viktor said, barely louder than a whisper.
Yuuri frowned; "What?" Then he noticed the tears and became worried, instantly. "What's wrong? You've had a bad dream?"
Viktor shook his head then said; "Yes, and no." He slumped back into his pillow then grunted; "I shouldn't have drank so much, last night."
"The same goes for me," Yuuri said then sighed; "Anyway, you should get up. Practice, remember?" Viktor suddenly jerked up straight then covered his mouth, trying to hold back his vomit. Yuuri sprinted towards him. "Are you okay?"
Viktor shook his head then mumbled; "My head hurts and I feel like I'm gonna throw up."
"Hold up, okay? Can you make it to a toilet? Can you get up?"
"I'm fine, Yuuri. Just let me lie down for a little longer, okay? Also, I wish you were this sweet to me, more often."
Yuuri suddenly narrowed his eyes suspiciously and asked; "Did you just fake? If you did, I will tell everyone and post it even on your Instagram page."
"Sorry, I just wanted to feel you near me, that's all…" Viktor said then grabbed his hand before he could run off. "I also feel like I want to spend my day with you, but not as coach and skater. How about we do something else?"
Yuuri, turning slightly blushed as he felt Viktor's hand then mumbled; "As long as you don't plan to do anything other than spend time with me. If you start harassing me, I run away, you hear me?"
"Yeah, yeah, but can I hold your hand a little while longer? It's warm?" Yuuri didn't reply, but he also didn't object. Viktor smiled. "I didn't think I would ever love you this much when I first met you, Yuuri. You're not the first person I ever went out with, but you are my first love. I will try to make you remember."
