Sorry for the long delay! I didn't have internet on my laptop over spring break, plus I'm approaching finals so I'm very busy with school. This is a combination of two guest requests that I received. I hope that you like it!
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As per usual, Yuri P. is Yuri and Yuuri K. is Yuuri. Enjoy!
"And this is the building where Pichit and I had most of our classes," Yuuri says, gesturing to the building behind him and taking a glance back at his two traveling companions. Victor is feverishly snapping pictures of everything and everyone in sight, probably already planning his scrapbook of "That Time I Got to Visit the University That My Lovely Husband Yuuri Katsuki Studied At." Knowing Victor, there'll be lots of hearts and sparkles involved. Probably an abundance of glitter, too.
In contrast, Yuri is leaning against a lamppost with his arms folded over his chest, scowl firmly in place. "I'm bored," he whines, glaring at Victor. "And hungry. Can we get some food now?"
Yuuri frowns. "We just ate an hour ago," he points out. "How can you already be hungry?" Yuri opens his mouth to retort, but he's cut off by an overenthusiastic Victor.
"Yuuri, can you take a selfie with me?" Victor asks excitedly, winding an arm around Yuuri's shoulders and snapping a photo before Yuuri can say anything. Beaming, he releases Yuuri and immediately uploads the picture he just took. "It's so exciting to see where you went to school!"
"It's nice to be back here," Yuuri agrees with a smile, before turning to Yuri. "I think there's a vending machine inside if you want to grab a snack. I made dinner reservations at a place that Pichit and I used to eat at all the time, but they're not for a couple of hours. We're going to meet Pichit and Ketty there."
Yuri huffs and heads inside, but not before demanding some cash off of Yuuri. "He really is such a teenager sometimes," Yuuri remarks, shaking his head.
"So who is this Ketty that we're meeting with?" Victor asks curiously as they wait outside, basking in the warm light of the late afternoon sun. Yuuri marvels at how many things have changed since the last time he was here—both at the university and in his own life.
"Ketty is the conservatory student who composed the music for my free skate," Yuuri explains. "Haven't I mentioned her to you before?"
Victor nods. "We've talked about her before, but I don't think that I ever caught her name."
Yuuri hums in understanding. "Well, she still works around here, so I thought it might be nice to see her again."
"That sounds lovely!" Victor approves wholeheartedly. "And I'll have to thank her for that beautiful piece she created. I honestly can't imagine a more perfect song for your free skate!"
"I'm sure that she'll be glad to hear it," Yuuri chuckles. Victor's enthusiasm always makes him smile.
"Is that you? Yuuri?" They both turn around to see a dark-haired woman waving at them. "It is you! Good to see you again!"
"Oh, hi, Professor Smith!" Yuuri replies. "This is my English professor from my junior year, Professor Smith," he introduces her to Victor.
"Please, call me Ashley," she insists. "You're not a student anymore! And you must be Victor Nikiforov. Yuuri's mentioned you before."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Victor says, shaking her hand. He's curious about what exactly Yuuri has told her about him, and determined to find out the details. He'll have to weasel them out of Yuuri somehow later.
"Only a year out of college and you're already married!" she exclaims upon spotting the ring on Victor's finger. "You're doing well for yourself, aren't you." Her eyes widen as she spots something behind them. "And you have a son? Yuuri, that's amazing!"
Confused, Yuuri tries to see what she's looking at; he spots Yuri making his way back to them with a candy bar in hand. He'd better clear this up before Yuri gets wind of it. "Oh, no that's just a friend of ours," he corrects gently.
She doesn't look very convinced. "You could've fooled me," she says, shaking her head.
"What are you guys talking about?" Yuri demands as he rejoins their little group, Half of the chocolate bar is gone already.
"Yuri, this is of my former professors, Mrs. Smith."
Ashley raises an eyebrow. "Another Yuri? What are the odds of that?" she asks with a laugh. "Well, it's nice to meet you, young man."
Yuri frowns at being addressed as "young man," but for once, he's being reasonably polite. He shakes her proffered hand.
"Oh, I really must get going!" she exclaims when the chiming of bells announces that it's almost four o'clock. "It was lovely seeing you again, Yuuri!"
"Are you going to be good until dinner?" Yuuri asks hopefully. A hungry Yuri Plisetsky is not something he wants to deal with today.
Yuri flips him off but also nods. "Yes, mom," he says sarcastically. "Anyway, what were you talking about earlier?" When Yuuri takes a minute to figure out how to respond, Yuri's frown deepens. "She didn't think I was your kid, did she? I'm so tired of people assuming things like that!"
Yuuri cuts him off before he can start on another rant about how "the Ice Tiger of Russia is far too amazing to be related to either of you two geezers."
"How about we head over to the ice rink now? I want to say hi to Celestino, and Pichit and Ketty are going to meet us there before dinner. Maybe we can rent some skates for a bit?"
At the mention of both food and the opportunity to skate, Yuri is immediately distracted from his anger. "Let's get going already!" he insists, shoving the last of the chocolate in his mouth.
Yuuri doesn't actually end up skating; he's content to sit by the rink and chat with Celestino while Victor and Yuri glide around the rink. They quickly start to get competive, and Yuuri decides to stay out of it for once. He only calls them off of the ice when Pichit and Ketty arrive. Both skaters are exhausted and flushed from the cold—they're definitely going to be sore tomorrow.
"Yuuri!" Pichit gives him practically no warning before practically tackling him in a hug.
"It's good to see you again," Yuuri pants when he finally catches his breath.
"Hello, Yuuri!" Ketty says with a little wave; she's much more restrained in her greeting. "Thank you for inviting me to dinner with your husband and son!"
Uh-oh. Yuri, who had just gotten back from changing out of his skates, goes red with anger; it's fortunate that he's not still on the ice, or he might melt a hole right through it. Celestino wouldn't like that at all. "I'm not their son!" screeches the angry teenager. "Why does everyone keep assuming that?"
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Ketty apologizes instantly. "I shouldn't have assumed."
Yuuri waves it off. "Don't worry about it, that happens a lot. Honestly, you think he'd be used to it by now," he reassures her.
"How about we head to dinner?" Pichit suggests. Apparently, he, too, can sense the irritation still radiating off of Yuri.
The walk from the ice rink to the restaurant is fairly short; the main reason that Yuuri and Pichit used to frequent this place (besides the amazing food) was its proximity to where they trained. They arrive just in time for their reservation and are seated almost immediately.
"I like the atmosphere in here," Victor comments, glancing around with a smile on his face. The main room has a very homey feel to it, one of the many details that Yuuri loves about this place.
Their waitress arrives to take their drink orders. Yuri seems content now that food is in the near future, and Yuuri is actually hopeful that the meal might pass without incident until he hears the waitress say "And does your son want a kid's menu?"
Everyone around the table flinches and braces themselves for another fiery outburst from Yuri. Surprisingly, it doesn't happen. "No," Yuri says firmly, his expression blank. As soon as the waitress is gone, Yuri drops his head to the table with a loud thump. "Why does everyone think that I'm related to you two?" he complains, his voice muffled but still audible.
Yuuri chuckles and resists the urge to ruffle the teenager's hair; Yuri only has so much restraint. "I don't know," he admits.
"If I'm good and I don't blow up at her, can I get ice cream?"
"Sure thing." Yuuri laughs again and turns back to the conversation between Victor and Pichit.
The rest of the meal passes without incident—except for when Victor tries to steal a bite of Pichit's food before he manages to snap a picture of it.
"It's great to be back here again, isn't it?" Pichit asks him when they're making their way back to the hotel.
Yuuri smiles back at him. "Yeah, it is."
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