Hello again! I'm excited to be back with this one. I think it's a post that is/will become pretty popular on Tumblr, so writing it out is gonna be fun.

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I just realized that I spelled some names wrong last chapter and no one told me lolol. It's not Guang-ho or Seung-il it's Guang-Hong and Seung-gil. Kill me now.

Enjoy~

Chapter name: Yakov is Yuuri's Coach Again?

Normal POV

Now that Yuuri was living in Russia to train with Victor, his home rink was where Victor, Yurio, Georgi, Mila, and the other skaters under Yakov's care. It was no surprise, then, that this would eventually happen:

"Yakov! Hi! Hey, thanks again for coaching my darling Yuuri this week while I'm at this event!" Victor happily exclaimed over the phone as soon as Yakov picked up. He was away from Russia that week and unfortunately couldn't bring Yuuri with him. Besides, his charge needed to practice, not make himself nervous by watching the competition live. Yuuri had fought him on it, but Victor wasn't about to let him come when he wasn't even taking Yakov with him. "Is everything okay? He's not giving you any trouble is he?"

Not that the angel known as Katsuki Yuuri would purposely cause trouble.

Yakov was quiet for a moment, but spoke just before Victor was going to double check the whether or not the line was dead. "Vitya, you know I've never asked you for much outside of skating, but I am an old man now and I don't know how longer I have left…" Victor sucked in a breath at this. "With that in mind," Yakov began, knowing how Victor reacted, "I'd like to ask you…"

Victor clutched the phone in his hands until his knuckles went white.

"WHEN ARE YOU PLANNING TO MARRY THIS BOY?!"

"Eh?" Victor let out, his head dropping to the side as the tension in his shoulders and neck was abruptly released.

"Don't play coy with me!" Yakov snapped, thinking that Victor was trying to dodge the question. "I've seen the engagement rings! Neither of you ever take them off!"

Understanding washed over Victor, and now he was slightly miffed at his coach's manipulative behavior. "Yakov…" He began, "What is this guilt trip about marriage all of a sudden? Are you actually dying?"

"DON'T YOU TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME!" Yakov snapped. Victor briefly thought about the man's blood pressure. "You could learn a thing or two from Yuuri!" Oh. Now his curiosity was piqued.

"What do you mean?" Victor asked innocently.

"Yuuri hasn't talked back to me once!" Yakov began, thinking of all the times he had talked to the Japanese man over the boards, shaking a finger at his last skate. The skater would only ever (breathlessly) respond with, "Hai!"

"He never starts shit with anyone!" Victor winced at that one. He recalled, in his younger years, how his ego had resulted in one or two fights on ice that Yakov had to put a stop to by kicking him off the ice for a while.

"Yuri is never more focused when he's around!" Yakov went on, thinking of the pair's interactions on the ice, and the streak of intense focus that was born whenever Yuri endeavored to "beat the katsudon."

Victor shrugged at that one. "He and Yurio went through a lot together by the end of the Grand Prix." He said, mind flashing to the secret Quad Salchow lessons and the way he had cried to Yurio to keep Yuuri from retiring at the last free skate.

But Yakov wasn't done.

"He's always the first to arrive to practice and the last to leave. I've never seen more dedication from anyone!"

Yakov was always first to the rink. He didn't mind being awake early, so he was there at least fifteen minutes before any other skater. Imagine his surprise, then, when on the first morning Yuuri came to practice without Victor, he was there before Yakov. He was already making lazy circles on the ice, making the first fine snowy lines on it, his face expressing the fact that he was a million miles away.

"You're free leg's sloppy!" Yakov had barked. Yuuri then proceeded to fall flat on his face with a yelp. Yakov's brow had furrowed in worry when the skater sat up and looked at him with unrestrained wonder, tinged with melancholy reminiscence. "Yuuri?"

"Yakov coachii… I was surprised. I was just thinking about how Victor said that to me when we first started practicing together last year. For a second, I thought he was here."

"Hmph. And your leg is still sloppy?"

But Yakov knew that that was Yuuri's way of saying how much he already missed Victor, especially when he saw Yuuri's lone figure on the ice at the end of every practice, that same expression on his face and the same sparkling eyes.

Yakov shook his head, returning to the conversation when Victor responded with, "Ahh, my Yuuri-kun must be lonely without me…"

"Vitya…" Yakov was ready to drive his point home, especially now that he could feel tears trailing down his cheeks. "This afternoon he made me a packed lunch with rice balls shaped like little puppies." He breathed, clutching his phone to his ear and staring down at the open bento box in his other hand. He was moved.

"Oh!" Victor exclaimed. "I miss his packed lunches!"

But he was ready to get back to Yakov's original question.

"Ha, here's the thing, though…" He began, shrugging cheerfully. "I told Yuuri there wouldn't be a wedding until he won Gold…"

Yakov thought he was going to kiss the world goodbye right then and there.

"…Yakov?"

The old coach sucked in a huge breath. "YOU DID WHAT?!"

As a father figure to Victor, Yuuri was the son-in-law he has always wanted. And Victor had the audacity to tell him something like that?

"Fine." Yakov suddenly growled out, hanging up before Victor could say anything else.

The skater shrugged.

Yuuri kneeled on the ice, his forearms and fists holding him up. He was struggling to catch his breath, and sweat was falling like drops on rain onto the ice when it wasn't making his eyes burn.

"TAKE FIVE AND START AGAIN FROM THE TOP!" Yakov barked from the boards. "I'LL MAKE A GOLD MEDALIST OUT OF YOU YET!"

Yurio skated over with his usual indifference. "Why does Yakov hate you all of a sudden?"

That was all it took to make Yuuri drop his head onto the ice and start crying.

"I DON'T KNOW!" He wailed.

Yakov is actually the vice-captain of the Victuri ship. Right behind Phichit.

Gosh this is so funny to me. I can't stop grinning. I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did. I had fun adding the little extra memories and twists, haha.

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~Crescent T.