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"Ah... My parents... They... they say they want to see me..." Viktor's voice was shaky as he held the phone.

Yuuri wasn't sure he had heard correctly. His parents? The same ones who had abandoned him and taken him out of their lives and because of that Viktor was so timid?

"Oh... And what are you going to do?" Yuuri asked when he realized that they were still on the other side of the line, but Viktor was blocking the communicator.

"... I don't know." Viktor said honestly, and his eyes began to moisten. it's been a long time since he have heard from them; and so many times he had cried because he felt rejected by them... Now, out of nowhere, they called him because they wanted to see him. "I... I want to see them. But ... I don't know what they want."

The dark-haired boy grabbed his boyfriend's cheeks and looked into his eyes.

"Accept. Whatever they want, just hear them. But if what they say it hurts you, then tell them to leave you alone." Yuuri hadn't wanted to sound so harsh, but seeing Viktor so vulnerable made him felt annoyed and helpless since he didn't know how to help him.

"... You're right ... It's better to know what they want ..." Viktor returned his ear to his cellphone and continued talking. "Okay, dad. Tell me the time and place... I hope you don't mind if I take my boyfriend with me."

Yuuri opened his eyes wide. He didn't expected Viktor to try to challenge them. There was a moment of silence on both sides in which the silver eyebrows remained contracted, but softened after a few seconds, and then there were a slight smile on Viktor's lips.

"They agreed to meet you." The silver-haired man announced after hanging up. However, he breathed a sigh of relief, with his hands over his chest, as if that would keep his soul from getting out.

"But, Viktor... Isn't it supposed to be a reunion between you and your parents? I shouldn't..."

"Yuuri." Viktor threw is cell phone to the couch and then took his boyfriend's hands, resting his chin on them. "Dad told me that they miss me, that they have reconsidered and they want to make up for me. I... I believe them. I know they are sincere... Although, I also think that they may try to oppose to our relationship. But I want them to know that you are now part of my life, and I don't intend to get away from you just to please them."

"Viktor... I don't want you to have to choose between me and your family..." Yuuri said, feeling a twinge in his chest just thinking that Viktor would suffer if his parents left him behind again.

"Don't worry. If that happened... I have you and Makkachin." He smiled and kissed Yuuri's hands to assure him that everything would be fine; that he would be fine.

The puppy, upon hearing his name, ran to them and barked, demanded petted. Yuuri let go of the grip but only to carry Makkachin, and smiled. Even though Viktor was still shaking with nerves, he managed to stay firm in his words, barely shedding some tears. That made Yuuri proud.

"In that case, I'll be there with you." The dark-haired boy said, and kissed Viktor on the lips, which Makkachin took advantage of to lick both of their faces and they ended up laughing. Yuuri then left the puppy again to the floor, and instructed his boyfriend to return to the sofa to continue drying his hair.

The next thing the couple did was dedicate themselves to enjoy the weekend together, since, without exams or homework, they didn't have any pending that could separate them, adding the fact that there were still a few more days of classes because of beginning of the summer holidays.

During the following days after Viktor's parent call, the silver-haired man seemed not to be in a very good mood, or so his classmates thought, because Viktor began to ignore the girls who daily followed him everywhere and no longer smiled for them. However, Viktor didn't that consciously, since he no longer need the feeling of being accepted by others, not while Yuuri was at his side.

To contrary to what Viktor himself thought would happen, he was feeling impatient and excited for the weekend to arrive. He would see his family again! Despite the happiness, he was aware that there was a possibility that the meeting would go wrong, with his parents saying that it had been a mistake and they turned their backs on him again...

However, Viktor knew there were other people besides his boyfriend who cared a lot for him, and he felt lucky to consider them as his family. Like the Katsuki family, who welcomed him warmly, and then little Yurio.

Viktor liked to joke with Yuuri in telling him that Yurio looked like their son because he regularly was attach to them like a duckling. The older 'Yuri' always laughed but the youngest one pretended to be upset.

"It's not funny!" Yurio said with his face red with embarrassment while Viktor, kneeling in front of him, pocked his cheeks in amused. "Yo-you aren't my parents!"

"Viktor, don't bother him." Yuuri admonished him with a serious look as he tied up his skates, although he end up laughing.

"But Yurio looks so cute when he gets angry!" Viktor said.

"I hate you!" The boy pushed him and ran to hide behind Yuuri and then stick out his tongue, but Viktor continued laughing.

"Oh. Well... If that's the case." From the pocket of his coat, Viktor pulled out a cloth sport wristband with drawings of kittens, and Yurio's eyes sparkled. "I guess I'll have to give this to someone else..."

"He-hey! Wait... I-I gave you my hair band... The least you can do is give me that in return... "

"Yes. I thought so. But you just hurt my feelings." Viktor put a hand to his forehead dramatically, obviously pretending to be hurt.

"Ugh ..." The boy growled. Then he walked towards Viktor with his head down. "I'm sorry..."

"That's fine! You're forgiven." He smiled, and took Yurio's right arm to put the wristband.

"Thank you!" Yurio exclaimed with a big smile. He gave Viktor a quick hug, and then ran to get his cell phone to take a picture of his new wristband and send it to Otabek.

"Yuuri!" Viktor called his boyfriend in a singsong voice, his mouth forming a heart. "How many babies will we adopt when we marry?" At the question, Yuuri laughed.

"Viktor. I think we're too young to think about that. Besides, marriages between men are not even legal..." He said the last thing in a low voice, and Viktor's smile faded a bit.

"Yes, I know... But someday they will be legal, right?" Yuuri smiled and wanted to kiss Viktor, but he didn't because the rink was full of people. "Okay. I need to go now to work. I see you tomorrow."

Hours later.

"Viktor, what are you doing here?" Yuuri asked in surprise as he slid towards the protective fence.

"You didn't answer my messages and I was worried." Viktor smiled slightly, resting his elbows on the fence. "I imagined that you would still on the rink, so I decided to come here and get you before going home."

Yuuri immediately looked for his cell phone and saw the notifications appear on the screen.

"Oh. I'm so sorry! I was distracted. The performance is on Sunday and I wanted to train more..." He sighed in frustration and slid over the edge, with Viktor following him on the other side, until he reached the exit.

"I know. You are nervous. I am too. And tomorrow we will meet my parents."

"Yes, I'm also nervous about that..." While the silver-haired man was excited by the meet, and Yuuri was happy for him, he couldn't help but worry about if Viktor's parents would like him or not. Although, he knew they were already against him for the simple fact of being their son's boyfriend. "I ... I want to make a good impression of them" Yuuri admitted, and Viktor smiled.

"Oh, Yuuri! But you are the most adorable boy in this world! I'm sure my parents will love you even if they tried tearing us apart." He said jokingly and put his arms around him. Yuuri responded by sticking to his body, resting his head on Viktor's shoulder. The silver-haired man blushed. He loved the fact that his boyfriend objected less and less when they showed affection in public, and it was an even more pleasant surprise when Yuuri was the one who initiated the kiss a second later.

Viktor noticed several glances around them, but no one made a face and soon they were ignored.

"Since you're here, are you going to stay for dinner at my house?"

"Of course! I was counting on you to invite me." Viktor smiled, and then helped Yuuri to remove his skates.

The next day, Yuuri was more than nervous, with his arms and legs shaking at times whil counting the hours left to meet with the parents of his boyfriend. They would meet in a restaurant.

Hiroko wanted to calm down his son by giving him some advice on how to act in front of his in-laws, and Mari and Toshiya made jokes to try to distract him. Yuuri was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even realize that Viktor had a couple of hours without sending him messages, and when he did, it seemed strange to him since they never spent more than an hour without talking.

"Viktor, are you okay?" He sent, and didn't receive an answer until half an hour later.

"Yuuuuuuuri, I'm sooooorry!" He replied with several icons of hearts and a sad emoticon. "I was busy with something. I'll see you in your house in an hour."

Yuuri sighed in relief. Thanks to his paranoia, he thought of a thousand terrible things that could have happened to Viktor during that time, from a domestic accident to something impossible like a meteor falling. Then he took a bath and get ready, and his sister helped him to decide what clothes to wear.

Yuuri was chatting with Phichit and Sara for moral support when he heard her mother exclaim in surprise.

"Oh, Vicchan! How handsome you look!"

Yuuri said goodbye to his friends and left his room to go to the living room. And opened his eyes in shock when he ran into Viktor, who was looking back at him shyly and with some guilt over his face.

"Viktor, your hair..." Now he understood what he was doing during the time they didn't talk.

Viktor's silvery hair, which had previously reached his waist, was now so short that it barely reached his ears.

Viktor looked different, more mature. And Yuuri could felt his cheeks burn.

"Do you think... it looks weird?" Viktor inquired as he ran a hand down his neck, fearing his boyfriend response. "This morning I suddenly felt the need to cut it off, since you said you would like to see me with short hair, so... I didn't think too much about it, I guess..." His voice sounded more and more regretful, but Yuuri walked up to him and combed his bangs back with his fingers, making both blue eyes uncovered.

"I think you look very handsome. I like it. Just let's hope Yurio doesn't want his hair band back. "

"Aww, Yuuri, you're such a sweetheart! You look very handsome too!" He lauched at him to hug him, and pulled out his cell phone to point it at them. "Selfie!" Viktor immediately uploaded the photo to his social networks, and Yuuri laughed when he saw that, in a matter of seconds, many of their classmates gave him the 'like' along with the emoticon of the little angry face, which Yuuri knew they were addressed to him and not for the haircut.

After leaving Yuuri's home, they suddenly fell silent. There was no need to wonder what was happening between them. Both were nervous and feared for the future of their relationship. Without caring anymore about the crowd, Yuuri took Viktor's hand firmly. The silver-haired man started for a moment, but he smiled and his cheeks flushed. They continued walking towards the restaurant.

The meeting with the Nikiforov family hadn't been as bad as Yuuri had expected. Of course, at first it was uncomfortable. Viktor's mother, who was a very beautiful woman with silver hair and she was wearing elegant clothes, she barely deigned to look at Yuuri. And his father, from whom he took out his blue eyes, he squeezed his hand hard. Yuuri's hand hurt for several minutes.

Viktor, instead, hugged his parents effusively and they did the same to him, but without exaggerated smiles like their son. The dark-haired boy looked at them in relief as Viktor's parents greeted him with tears and began to chat calmly. It seemed that their intention to return to his life were true.

The silver-haired man summed up to his parents everything he did during the years that were apart, from the career he choose, his high grades; Makkachin, and of course, he put special emphasis on reminding them that Yuuri was present, because it was obvious even to him that they were intentionally ignoring him.

Yuuri felt immediately intimidated as soon as he had their attention. Viktor's parent were looked at him without special interest, and he saw their gestures of disapproval, but at least they tried to ask him questions.

Yuuri knew that, although Viktor had been born in Japan, his parents came from Russia, which was an even more closed country to same-sex relationships, so he tried his best to make his voice sounded casual, barely stuttering, with Viktor's right hand between his own under the table. He didn't know until later that he had used it as an anti-stress toy.

"I-I'm sorry, Viktor. I didn't realize." He apologized in a low voice, after his in-laws had excused themselves to go to the restroom, though Yuuri suspected that they had actually just distanced themselves to talk about Yuuri.

"It's doesn't matter. I'm fine." Viktor assured him while smiling and waved his sore hand. "So? What do you think about my parents?" He inquired playfully, trying to downplay the situation so Yuuri could felt more comfortable.

"They seem strict." He answered honestly. "But, I can tell that they care about you and that reassures me a lot. And..., you shouldn't have brought me. They don't look very happy with me here."

"Oh, Yuuri, don't say that!" He admonished, but still smiling. "I'm happy you're here." Viktor took his boyfriend's hands again, directing his blue gaze to his chocolates eyes with so much affection, so much that Yuuri ended up blushing. "Without you by my side, I wouldn't have had the courage to come by myself. Thanks for being with me. I love you."

Yuuri's breathing stopped for a moment. He wasn't used to seeing his boyfriend with that new haircut yet. If Viktor was already attractive, he now radiated an aura of sensuality that made Yuuri impossible to take his eyes off him, not to mention that his attitude was more extroverted than on other days. That fascinated him.

"Viktor... You don't have to thank me for anything. I love you too." Yuuri smiled, and released a hand to pose it on one of his boyfriend's red cheeks. They looked at each other for a while, forgetting a little where they were, and were about to put their lips together until they heard a rasp from Viktor's father before he and his wife sat down again at the table.

The lovebirds separated immediately, sitting upright in their chairs, both embarrassed. Viktor held his laughter while Yuuri wanted to be swallowed by the earth, thinking that they had committed a horrible carelessness for acting so affectionate and that the conversation would be tense. However, the Nikiforov pretended not to have seen anything.

"And?! What happened?! Tell me everything!" Phichit said animated by video call.

Yuuri had already put on his pajamas, removed his glasses and gotten into bed. Although it was still early and he wasn't sleepy. He placed himself face down and put his laptop on his bed, close enough to see his best friend's face not so fuzzy.

"I think... everything went well," Yuuri replied with a certain tone of doubt. "I mean, despite the fact that Viktor's parents ignored me most of the time, at least they weren't rude. And ... Mrs. Nikiforov said goodbye to me and telling me she thought I have pretty eyes. That's a good thing, right?"

"Oh! A compliment from the mother-in-law! It sounds like a positive advance to me." He giggled. "And what about his dad?"

"He just gave a handshake, but he didn't say anything... Viktor says that they liked him, although I doubt it very much." Yuuri dropped his face to the mattress, feeling defeated.

"Come on, Yuuri! If Viktor says it, it must be true. By the way, I saw the selfie that he took. Everyone in the comments are dying of envy and saying how lucky you are to have him as a boyfriend. Speaking of Viktor, where is he?" He said bringing his face to the screen, tracing his gaze to all sides. "I thought you two would be having sex for the success of your evening."

"Phi-Phichit!" He shouted with his red face, but decided to ignore the last comment. "Viktor took his parents to his apartment so they would meet Makkachin. And... He also invited them to the rink tomorrow to see me skating... and they said yes!... Agh! I cannot handle the pressure!" He moaned as a puppy and threw the sheet over himself to hide from the world. "What if I miss the jumps and I fall and end up making a fool of myself in front of them?!"

"You and Viktor are just as melodramatic. Quite a pair..." Phichit said with a bored face after giving a deep sigh, as one of his hamsters escalated his head. "Yuuri. You worked very hard all week to perfect that choreography. You will do fine! Trust yourself. Viktor also trusts you!"

"Y-yes ... You're right." He pulled the sheet off his head and smiled more calmly, remembering that he had managed to learn Eros's sequence of steps and give context to his interpretation. His program would be proof of why he and Viktor should be together.