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Episode 7 spoilers.

"Yuuuuuuuri!"

Yuuri winced at the very loud decibel that Victor's voice managed to travel. Somehow, unlike everyone else, Victor managed to be louder and louder every time he spoke.

Maybe Victor just spoke loud naturally, so when he was trying to be even louder, it came out like he was screaming.

When Victor had first spoken to Yuuri, he'd been shocked at how loud the other was.

The world was supposed to be quiet. That was the whole point. Human beings were naturally quiet and could barely hear each other, which was why they resorted to signing if they could. Though they could try speaking if they wanted, but people usually had to wear microphones, or carry megaphones in order to get their points across.

When Victor had offered that photo, Yuuri was disappointed. More in the fact that he could hear something like that, but barely any of the compliments he ever got. It was like life was just fucking him over repeatedly, and it sucked.

Of course as the days and months passed, Yuuri was stunningly aware of how loud everyone was being. Or rather, how everything just seemed louder.

And then one day Victor reappeared, a few days after the video of Yuuri skating his winning routine, spread around the world. And he was so loud!

And that loudness only persisted.

He'd even fallen into the assumption that Russians were louder people naturally, but then Yurio appeared and despite how much he was obviously shouting himself hoarse, Yuuri could barely hear anything he had to say. It frustrated the other terribly, and made Yuuri giggle a bit. Sometimes the teen just needed to take a break and act like a teen.

Even past Yurio's absence, Victor continued getting louder and louder.

It came to him that day in China. Yuuri was standing by, waiting for Victor to finish speaking with his comrades, and Chris was bemoaning the fact that he 'had no competition this year'.

One of the girls talking to Victor said, "Don't you feel sorry for him?"

Yuuri's jaw went slack. One, he was standing about twenty feet away, so he shouldn't have been able to hear that. Two, the voices were still pretty low, but crisp and clear.

In fact, Chris seemed a lot louder than usual. Everyone was louder than usual. Nowhere near Victor's level, but certainly louder.

Yuuri's gaze trailed over Victor's form. Victor was always loud, but had been getting louder. And then everyone else was steadily getting louder as well, but not at the same pace.

There was only one answer.

Soulmates.

When you met your soulmate, they would be louder for you than anybody else, and as your bond deepened and strengthened, your hearing would steadily improve until you were hearing everything the way you were supposed to.

So technically, no one was getting louder - except for maybe Victor - it was Yuuri's hearing improving because of Victor.

And if they were soulmates, that meant that Yuuri would have to take a stand of some sort. Victor was his. Everyone else could go suck an egg for all he cared.

The high he had been riding on after setting a personal best for his Short Program, and subsequently earning Victor's praise, somehow fell through by the time he hit the shower that evening. And he laid awake all night, staring at the ceiling as the panic began to set in.

Short Programs were relatively easy. It was the Free Skate that people had to watch out for.

When you had to perform for twice the amount of time than necessary, you tended to get winded. Now, Yuuri's worry was actually on the fact that he still hadn't gotten a relatively good performance in for his Free Skate. Not even in practice.

He only landed his jumps half of the time, and they were still relatively shaky to begin with.

So yes, he was proud of his Short Program, but his Free Skate would reflect on Victor the most. And Victor's reputation would be on the line, which made his panic rise all the more.

Yuuri didn't sleep.

"Should I kiss you or something?"

Yuuri had wanted to punch Victor in the jaw for that one. Of all the reasons he could think of for Victor to kiss him, shutting him up was not one of them.

And Yuuri knew that Victor was terrible with emotions. It was one of his glaring faults. Yuuri also knew that he was going to have to take the other side and teach him how to properly handle certain situations.

Still, at the moment, after having such a very intense crying session, Yuuri felt… at peace. Calm and collected.

As if nothing could bother him.

And honestly, he was in a bit of a haze, because he just missed the landing for the Quad Flip, and didn't blink and eye or stay down. He bounced right back up and finished his routine as if nothing happened, and truly, he wasn't concerned too much. He got enough revolutions in, and now that he knew he could do it, he was going to practice more often so that when he performed it again, he could give a flawless performance.

Also, he planned to keep those two extra jumps he'd thrown in because he like them more than the scheduled jumps he had originally intended to do. A Quad-Triple combination could earn him more points than if he just did a Triple Axel. Maybe he could try to make it a Quad-Triple-Triple later on.

"Victor! I did great, right?!"

This was the time. This was where it mattered most. He'd done well and he knew that Victor's reputation was safe for the most part. All he wanted was to hear what Victor had to say.

And Victor's smile was enough of an answer. His following actions were not as expected, but still appreciated.

And if Yuuri got a good grope in while their mouths were almost mashed together, he didn't care.

It was a statement of intent. And everyone could fuck off if they didn't like it.

"You know," Victor began, voice smooth and clear, "we're going to have to test just how loud your voice can get."

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