"This is a very serious crime," Yuri snarled. "And whoever is responsible will be punished."

Across from him, his rinkmates were in various emotional states.

Yakov was pinching the bridge of his nose, his face a notable shade of red. In contrast, Lilia's expression was completely unreadable. Both Yuuri and Georgi looked completely bewildered. Viktor wasn't paying attention at all, his fingertips tracing Yuuri's wrist. Meanwhile, Mila was pressing her lips into a thin line, as if on the edge of hysterical laughter.

Yuri ignored them all, throwing his jacket onto the table.

"Who sewed cat ears onto my jacket!?"