Summary : Yuri is not feeling ok, and it is again Yakov's fault. Papa Vik and Papa Yuu comes to comfort their son.


Yuri would never admit it, but he loved being hugged by Yuuri. Since he started calling the Japanese man "Tou-chan", the latter came to hug him at any occasion. At the same time, who could refuse hugs from Yuuri Katsuki? Even if he was a confirmed athlete who seemed to have a slender figure without a layer of fat, the Japanese still had a certain softness which made him as pleasant to cuddle like a human sized teddy bear. That's why when Viktor did not hesitate to cuddle Yuuri at the ice rink, Yurio felt slightly jealous of not being able to also cuddle the man he considered as a father. When this happened, Yuuri seemed to feel it. He always went away from his fiancé, went to hug Yurio and kissing him on the top of his head. Every time, the brown-haired man released him, smiled gently before returning to Viktor's arms.

The other skaters found it extremely touching to see their youngest member behaving in such an adorable manner with the Japanese skater who was just as adorable.

For Yurio, Yuuri was a bit like his rock. He could always count on him to calm him down in situations of great stress.


Yuri had just failed to land a Quad. He was way too frustrated, and the yelling voice of Yakov in the background didn't help. He punched the ice. Yuuri who was passing by suddenly stopped. Viktor came to him quickly, the worried look of his fiancé made him react immediately.

"Yuu? There is a problem?"

"Yurotchka doesn't look good..."

"Enough, Yura," growled Yakov suddenly. "Come here."

The blond sighed and got up. He seemed to be stuck in his thoughts. Yuuri reacted quickly and skated towards him. He grabbed his wrist and noticed that his pulse was very fast. Yakov was about to speak but Viktor raised his hand, asking him not to intervene.

Yurio met the worried look of his Japanese father. The latter smiled warmly before pulling him out of the ice. The silver haired man followed them closely.

They put their skate guards and went to the locker room. The Japanese sat the young Russian down and wrapped his arms around his head and pulled him against him. Yuuri's stomach was so comfortable... Yurio wrapped his arms around Yuuri's waist and sighed. He just needed support. Viktor ran a hand through the teenager's blond hair and massaged his head (as Yuuri did) speaking to him, without breaking eye contact. Yuri nodded at Viktor's words.

A few minutes later Yuri walked away from his Japanese father and took a deep breath. His pulse had calmed down.

"Are you feeling better Yurotchka?" asked Viktor.

"Yeah. Thank you Papa, Tou-chan."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Tell us when you are not okay. We will always be there for you Yurotchka. "

Yurio nodded. Satisfied, Yuuri kissed the top of his head and lifted him up. Viktor hugged him.

"Let's go before Yakov comes to get us," said the silver haired man, leaving the locker room.

"As if you are really worried that he would come to get us!"

"It's true, but I don't really want to hear him scream! Come on, son."

"Don't call me that! "

Behind, Yuuri smiled softly. Yurio always protested when he or Viktor called him that, but he always smiled when he thought no one was looking at him. Seeing the blonde so happy and relaxed in their company gave him wings.


Later, on the ice, Yuri had executed one of his Quads with perfection under the proud gaze of his adoptive parents.