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Yuri looked at his phone worriedly. It had been four hours since Viktor had left St-Petersburg to go to France for some broadcast he was invited to. The Russian had asked the younger to watch over Yuuri. At first Yuri thought that Viktor had finally become senile and that he was worrying for nothing. But the more time passed, more worried he was. Indeed, Yuuri who usually took news from Yurio everyday was strangely silent.
"Yakov, I'm going to Viktor's."
Yuri didn't even have time to listen to what Yakov had to say as he took the keys to Viktor's apartment and his coat. He hurried out and started running through the streets of St. Petersburg.
He quickly arrived in front of Viktor's apartment. Yuri knocked softly. "Katsudon?"
Nothing.
Yuri knocked again. He heard Makkachin's whimpers. Without waiting more, he used his key to enter the apartment. Makkachin grabbed the end of his coat and began to pull him into the bedroom. "Oi, wait Makka!"
The blonde hastily took off his shoes and let Makkachin drag him into the bedroom. He found Yuuri there, on the bed, shaking slightly. "Katsudon?"
Yuuri turned slightly. The Japanese man was crying, and was slightly shocked to see Yurio. "Yurio…?"
The blonde slowly approached. He sat down on the bed. Yuuri moved closer, resting his head on his shoulder. "Katsudon… are you okay?"
Yuuri shook his head. "Vitya…"
Yuri had seen Viktor several times trying to reassure Yuuri. The blond put a hand on the older man's back and gently rubbed it. "This is the first time you're going to be apart for this long, isn't it?"
Yuuri nodded.
Yurio was sad to see the person he considered his father so sad and lost. He hugged Yuuri.
"Don't worry. Papa will be home soon… You must be strong Tousan…"
Yuuri hugged Yurio. "I miss him…"
"I know Tousan… He will come back… "
Yurio laid Yuuri down. "Get some sleep… I'm going to stay here until Papa comes back, okay?"
The Japanese nodded.
Suddenly Yuri remembered something. He remembered that something easily reassured Yuuri and it was...
Yurio slowly moved closer to Yuuri, placing a kiss on his forehead.
"You're going to sleep huh? I'll make dinner so make sure you get a good rest ok?"
Yuuri nodded softly, seeming to be fighting against sleep.
"Thanks Yura…"
He fell asleep immediately. Yuri sighed in relief he turned on his phone, rereading the message Viktor had sent him.
"If Yusha doesn't calm down or seems sad, give him a kiss on the forehead, it calms him down. I miss you already!"
Yuri sighed and went to the kitchen. It was time to take care of the one he considered as a father...