Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.
Yuuri knew that the winters were really cold in Russia – but not that cold! When he pulled the curtains the window was covered in snow-frosts. Looking down at the street, the snow was so high that he was sure that it would reach his knees.
"Good morning, Yuuri!" Victor greeted him, stepping into their bedroom. Yuuri turned towards him and Victor started laughing loudly. "Yes, everyone reacts like that when they spend their first real winter here," he chuckled, kissing Yuuri behind his ear.
"Victor, it tickles," Yuuri said, wanting to push his glasses up on his nose – only did he realize that they were not on him. Victor started laughing again, putting them on his nose.
They were walking in the park with Makkachin by their side. Lucky to them, they had that day as a day-off, so they had some free time. Yuuri was right, the snow reached his knees and it was a real torture walking in it. He almost fell forward twice already, but Victor had always caught his arm before it.
The snowball which hit his head from behind made him scream in surprise. He turned around and saw Yurio who laughed so hard that he almost fell forward as well. Yuuri grabbed as much snow which was enough for a big snowball and threw it in his face. Because of that, the younger boy landed on his butt.
"HEY!" Yuri roared, but when he spotted out the laughing Victor next to Yuuri the oldest Russian was gifted with a snowball as well. Yuri tried to stand up, but the snow prevented him in it. "Fuck!" He swore in pure anger and helplessness.
Yuuri started crawling towards him to help him out. After he had pulled him up, they heard as a camera snapped behind their backs. Seeing Victor with his I-phone in his hand made the same thought popping up in both of their heads. Their bodies moved at the same time. Victor Nikiforov had no idea about what had happened to him when he found himself lying on his back in the snow with two panting name relatives on the top of him.
The hot chocolate was so delicious that Yuri Plisetsky knew he would never drink anything better than that sweet liquid in his mug. He sat beside Yuuri under the same blanket, watching some kind of stupid cartoon in their TV.
"Wasn't sending Victor to do the shopping all alone a little bit cruel punishment?" Yuuri asked, looking at him. Yuri rolled his eyes. Katsudon was such a softie when Victor was the topic. Yuuri shook his head in an apologetic way. "I know, I am too soft. Taking a photo about us behind our backs was a sin that he need to pay for."
"Don't worry, the Geezer is Russian too. He is gotten used to cold winters like this one," Yuri said, but his eyebrows frowned when he looked out of the window. "But maybe we should give him a cup of hot chocolate after his return."