Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.
As soon as he had crawled out from the bed, Yuuri knew that something was off. He felt dizzy and he could only see things around him vaguely.
As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he had to lean against the counter, because the room turned upside-down around him. Yuuri put his hand in front of his mouth, then took a few deep breaths. Suddenly, Yuuri felt as a hand touched his forehead, then in the next moment he was held in bridal-style by his fiancé.
"Victor, what are you doing?" Yuuri asked as Victor put him into bed and tucked him in.
"You are sick, Love," Victor said softly. "You need to rest." Yuuri almost spoke up, asking him what about the Worlds what was right around the corner, but seeing how serious Victor was, he closed his mouth.
Yuri was doing stretching when he saw Victor storming into the rink. The older skater was so panicked that he could not speak coherently. When Yakov yelled at him why was he late, he just stuttered.
"Yuri! Come over here!" Their coach called for him. Yuri groaned, but walked up to them. Yakov pointed at Victor, wanting to know what he was saying.
"He says Katsudon is sick," Yuri translated to Yakov. He had spent so much time with those two idiots that he could understand whatever Victor or Yuuri had said no matter how they did it. "He wants to take the day off."
"LIKE HELL YOU WILL! YOU ARE MY TOP SKATER AND THE WORLDS ARE ALMOST HERE!"
"Then I will take the day off," Yuri declared, getting a grateful look from Victor. As he turned out from the rink, he saw how Yakov's head was turning from red to purple.
He found Yuuri in the bed, sleeping. He really did not look well. He was sweating and his face was red. Yuri bent down and changed the damp towel on his forehead, then turned towards the kitchen to make some soup for the sick man.
Whenever he was sick, his grandpa always made him leek soup. He said it was some kind of miracle when it came to sickness and Yuri believed him – just like when he told him about the damaging effect of Vodka to the bacteriums.
"Hey, Katsudon! Wake up!" Yuri said, shaking Yuuri as gently as he could. When the other opened his eyes the younger saw how glassy they were and had black circles under them as well. "I made-"
"YUURI!" Victor practically broke the door in as he stormed through it. He knelt down next to the bed taking Yuuri's hand into his. "How are you feeling?" He saw Yuuri nodding a little which meant a little bit better than in the morning.
Yuri only growled because of the fluffness of the scene, then tossed the plate into his hand.
After Yurio had left, Victor helped Yuuri to sit up. He sank the spoon into the soup, then reached it towards Yuuri.
"I can eat on my own…" Yuuri mumbled, his face being red not because of his fever. His blush deepened when he saw the kind smile that spread on Victor's face as he was looking at him like Yuuri was the most precious thing on the world.
"I know, Love, but I love taking care of you." If it was possible, Yuuri's face became redder than it already was. "Now, be a good boy and open your mouth for me~"
Yuuri only sighed and did as he was told.