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Victor: Inspiration

Victor was amused. Yuuri had never failed to surprise him. Being inspired by something as natural as a dish was unimaginable for him. While Yuuri's weakness was his fight against his anxiety, Victor's weakness was the fight against his capability of finding inspiration. He was never good at it – no matter what other people thought.

He just sighed when he heard Yurio's comment. The other boy was only a teenager, so he did not have problems like those. He skated being led by his emotions which had its own power, but did not work well in every situation.

"Hey, Katsudon! Where the hell are you going?" Victor snapped his head towards the direction Yurio was speaking, seeing only a little amount of brown hair disappearing through the door. "Really..." The younger teen mumbled, sitting back to his place.

Victor had to hold back a smile. Yurio had problems with showing his emotions, but many years of knowing each other were a big help. Victor saw through his mask – Yuri Plisetsky was genuinely worried about his name relative.

Victor was leaning against the outside wall of the building, the breeze playing with his hair. He knew that Yuuri was skating inside, but he did not want to bother him. Victor understood that after a declaration like that, Yuuri needed a little time alone.

He felt as Makkachin nuzzled his nose to his leg. He knelt down and rubbed the dog behind his ear. He had to admit that there were moments when he was a little bit jealous of his poodle. He wanted to know how Makkachin could have so close relationship with Yuuri – then he had to realize that having a good relationship with a dog and having a good relationship with your idol were earth and sky.

He heard as the door of the building opened, then closed and spotted Yuuri out from his periphericus sight. He stood up and stepped out from the shadows.

"Good evening, Yuuri!" Victor greeted the boy with his kindest smile, making Yuuri stumble back in surprise.

If it was not for Victor, he would have landed on the ground. Victor grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward – with that making Yuuri land on his chest. Yuuri felt himself blushing and took a deep breath to clear his head, which was not a good idea. Victors' scent filled his nose and made the world turn upside-down.

"S-sorry," Yuuri muttered in total embarrassment after stepping a few steps back. He adjusted his glasses, then looked aside.

"Don't worry, everything is okay," Victor said, touching his shoulder. Yuuri peeked up at him from the corner of his eyes. The Russian was not totally sure about what Yuuri said sorry, but – in his eyes – there was no mistake amongst the actions Yuuri did on that day. "You know, Yuuri, I admire you." Because of that sentence, he was gifted with an adorable blush and shining brown eyes.

"Really?" The question was a little bit uncertain. "You admiring me… It is somehow…" Yuuri mumbled, having that cute little frown on his face he always had when he was deep in his thoughts.

"Of course, I do!" Victor claimed, nodding vigorously. "Finding inspiration in something like a dish… It is something that is impossible for me." Because of the awe in Yuuri's eyes and his slightly parted lips Victor kissed him on his forehead.

"V-Victor!" Yuuri exclaimed as red as a tomato. He touched his forehead, averting his gaze. "You have done it again…"

Victor burst out laughing, ruffling Yuuris' hair. He knew that he was not good at staying out of his personal space and he loved seeing Yuuris' shy little reactions.

"Let's go home! Yurio is really worried about you," he said, taking Yuuris' hand into his own, enlacing their fingers.