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Yuuri: Longing
Yuuri had been longed for lots of things through his life. He wanted to become one of Japans' best male figure skaters. He wanted to win the gold on the GPF. He wanted to skate on the same ice as Victor – but he had no idea what else he would long for after he had achieved all those things.
At least, until that day in April when 16 years old Yuri Plisetsky stood in their door with a suitcase in one and Potya's carrier in his other hand. The teen was as grumpy as ever when he answered with only a growl to Yuuris' warm greeting.
"Yurio, you are here! I am so happy!" Victor exclaimed, appearing beside him. He opened his arms for a hug, but Yuri simply ignored him. "Yuuri! Yurio ignored me again!" Victor wailed with giant tears in his eyes.
Yuuri sighed as he was bringing Yuri's boxes into his room. Yuri's room was only just a little snug, but it was perfect for him – Yuuri could see that from the little gape of his mouth. In his room, there was a simple bed, a wardrobe and a desk with a laptop on the top of it. Yuri looked at Yuuri, then back to the room. When he spent his weekends at their place, Yuri slept on the sofa, but Victor and Yuuri renovated that little room for him to celebrate the great event of him moving into their apartment.
"This is great," Yuri breathed, putting down his suitcase.
"It is nothing much," Yuuri said, rubbing the back of his head. He knew that Yuri's room at Lilias' was luxurious, so he was really happy that he liked this one as well.
"I was the one who chose the furniture!" Victor appeared behind their backs, waving his hands and having a heart-shaped smile on his face. Yuri glanced back at them, then a little smile crawled onto his face. "We like you too, Yurio!" Victor exclaimed, hugging the young teen to himself.
"Let go of me, Geezer!" Yuri growled angrily, trying to wriggle out of Victor's grasp.
Yuuri chuckled because of the scene as he let Potya out of her carrier. The cat nuzzled her head to his leg, then went to explore the flat.
"Victor, let him go!" Yuuri said, his shoulders shaking. "He can not breathe." Yuri's face was quite purple, so Yuuri had a feeling that Yuri had not so much time left.
Hearing his voice Victor's eyes sparkled up and pulled him into the hug with a quick movement.
"My two beloved Yuris!" He cooed, his arms becoming tighter around them.
Yuuri shook his head, closing his eyes in contentment. Suddenly, he felt as an arm hugged him uncertainly. His smile widened as he hugged the boy back. As they were standing in front of the little room hugging each other, Yuuri realized what he was longed for: a family of his own.