Hi, everyone. This is the last official chapter in this fic, not counting the epilogue. So, do read and review. I don't own YOI.

I couldn't believe I had lost control of myself like that. I tended to babble when I was in pain, but I never thought I'd end up telling Victor that I loved him.

In a way, i wasn't really lying. There was no point in denying it. My admiration and friendship for him had reached levels that could be likened to love. I wasn't physically attracted to him, though. Oh, who was i kidding? I spent every other moment dreaming about his beautiful toned body on mine, him taking me on the ice, in the hot springs...

'Yuuri?' I had noticed my mother enter the room. 'Yuuri, are you okay? You look down.'

'I haven't fully recovered.' I meant to say, but it came out as 'I miss Victor.'

Mom hugged me. She then paused for a moment, before saying 'You know, you had told him that you loved him.'

'I was in pain. I was not myself.'

'I know.' she said. 'But let me tell you this, however you feel about Victor, your father and I will always be supportive of you. I like Victor Nikiforov, and I think he'd be a good partner for you. But of course, if you don't feel that way about him, that's fine too.'

I like Victor Nikiforov and I think he'd be a good partner for you. Her words kept resounding in my mind.

Why did I think it was so wrong? Because he was my idol? Or because it started out as a charade?

Either way it did not matter. Even if I acknowledge my feelings for Victor, it didn't change the fact that he's probably not attracted to me, and he's probably freaking about the whole thing. After all, he left Japan after I had said that.

'Yuuri, how come you are not eating your favorite pork cutlet bowl?'

'I don't feel like it.' I said. 'I am not so hungry.' I amended.

I realized I could no longer eat pork cutlet bowls without being reminded of Victor. Fuck.

Suddenly, a dog entered through the door.

'Makkachin.'

'Hi yuuri.'

I was stunned as I saw Victor enter. 'Yuuri.' he said, and before I knew it, he was hugging me.'

'V...Victor.'

'Yuuri.' he said. 'There's something I need to tell you.'

'What is it, Victor?'

He clasped my hand tightly. I felt a jolt of electricity travel through my body.

'Yuuri, I think I have feelings for you. I had thought I returned to Russia because I was freaked out when you said you loved me. But the reality was that I wanted it to be true, and I thought it was not. '

I looked at Victor's beautiful face. I then kissed his hand. 'It is true, Victor. It is true.'

He looked at me, and moved forward. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine.

I was reminded of our first kiss, when it was still a part of a gimmick. I had liked it, but it was so much sweeter, now that it actually meant something.

'You lovebirds need to get a room.' Mari-neechan said, with a smirk. 'But seriously, I'm so happy for you both. And Yuuri, I suppose now you wouldn't mind having pork cutlet bowls?'

'Pork cutlet bowls!' exclaimed Victor. 'Vkusno!'

Everyone laughed. I felt like the luckiest man in the world, as I looked at Victor's lovely face.