Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.
The first thing Yuuri had to learn about Russian people was that they did not know what personal space meant. He was sure that it was just an universalization from his side, but through those 8 months he had spent together with Victor, his coach clung from him from 16 hours of 24 – the other 8 he spent with sleeping, but Yuuri was aware of that if he had slept together with him, he would have clung from him 7/24.
"Yuuri, your scent is so good after bath," Victor said, nuzzling to his neck. They only had finished that day's practice and he had no strength to shake Victor down from himself. "I am so happy that I can breath it in every day."
Yuuri felt as a blush appeared on his face. He had not idea from where Victor came up with those compliments, but those always made his knees weak – and what was the worst, Victor knew that.
"Victor, please do not say things like these…" He begged, feeling a little bit dizzy. As they were walking towards Yu-topia, to his concern, the feeling did not go away. After 10 minutes, he had to lean against the rail of the bridge. Victor's form was in front of him in the next moment. He felt a rather strong grip on his shoulders. He smiled up at him to reassure him that everything was all right, but he had failed in it.
Victor knelt down and looked up at him. When he saw the realization in his pupil's eyes and the protesting movement, he gave him his coach-look. Yuuri rolled his eyes, but climbed up to his back eventually. He squeezed him with his arms and legs so hard that Victor could barely breathe.
"Are you okay?" He asked, glancing back at Yuuri, who only nodded.
"Sorry for causing trouble," Yuuri mumble as he rested his chin on Victor's shoulder while they were walking back to the onsen.
Victor turned his head towards him and placed a kiss on his nose. Yuuri blushed furiously and hid his face in the cock of Victor's neck. Victor felt as a smile appearing on his lips. These were the moments when his Yuuri was the most adorable.