Viktor's eyes followed Yurri's graceful figure as Yuuri glided across the ice, completely absorbed into the calm music that flowed from some hidden speakers, scattered amongst the rink. A heart shaped smile slide itself onto Viktor's face as he watched the slightly younger male leap into the air and land perfectly, the sound of the blades hitting the ice almost rhythmatic to the slicing sound that resonated quietly every time Yuuri would move his feet.
A low hum escaped Viktor's throat as he watched with careful eyes, taking in every single movement that the ravenette made. He could tell that the song was nearing its end. Yuuri's tempo slowed and his movements became slightly less dramatic and more thoughtful.
Victor blinked slowly before watching as Yurri brought the skate to a close, his arms drifting and feet slowing, dragging out the slicing sound on the ice. Both men smiled softly as the skate came to a close.
Yurri slowly pried his eyes open and glanced at Viktor, breathing heavily. An odd smile split his own lips as he saw the look on Viktor's face. He looked so… proud.
"Yurri! That was amazing!" His grin widened, causing an odd thought to flash through Yuuri's mind. As soon as I ended up winning silver, and he decided that I needed to win gold, he hasn't gotten harder on me. He's been.. Proud of the things that I do…' The male was jolted out of his thoughts when he realised that he had skated over to where Viktor was and when the slightly older man had wrapped his arms around Yurri.
"Yuuri, I have to tell you something." Viktor mumbled, surprising Yuuri again.
"W-what is it Vitya?" The elder relaxed at the nickname and burrowed his face into Yuuri's shoulder, earning a surprised yelp as they both slid over to the bleacher area.
"I just, I'm sorry. I don't know anymore. I'm-" He glanced at Yuuri, a sheepish and slightly sad smile on his face. "I'm not a very good coach, am I?" Yuuri, was quick to disagree but was silenced by the look that Viktor gave him. "I just." He broke off again before looking down, completely red faced for one of the first times in his life. "I love you Yuuri." He said the last bit in Russian, causing Yuuri to laugh quietly, his face also flaming red.
"I love you too Vitya." The Japanese male turned away, face completely flushed, way more embarrassed than Viktor was.
"You understood me, pork cutlet bowl?" Viktor's shyness was completely gone now and was now replaced with an adorable look of confusion.
"Yeah, err, I sorta got Yuri to teach me a bit of it. But he basically just handed me a book of terms and let me figure it out. That was one of the things that I picked up on." A quiet hum came from Yuuri's mouth as he glanced away from Viktor, pushing his glasses up on his now red nose only to have his hand grabbed by Viktor's own hand. Yuuri looked up in surprise when the grip tightened and Viktor's face neared his own. Their lips were mere inches apart. Viktor smiled at Yuuri, tilting his head slightly before purring out,
"Yuuri," Viktor leaned forward and brushed their lips before Yuuri pressed their lips completely together. The two grinned against each other before they parted and locked eyes "Hmmm, nicely done Yuuri,. If only you skated this well." With an oddly satisfying smirk, Viktor stood, tugging Yuuri up with him. Yuuri's face darkened further as he suddenly found the ground to be extremely interesting. Viktor's deep chuckle rang through the air as he cupped Yuuri's chin with a wide grin. "I'm only joking Yuuri, nw come on, we should get going soon. I'm getting sort of tired actually." A childlike yawn escaped his lips as he winked at Yuuri before confidently striding past the shaken man.
"O-okay Viktor." He shook his head before realising how quickly Viktor had moved and flung off his skates to jam on his regular shoes. "W-wait, Vitya!" And with that he bolted awkwardly after the man.