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he doesn’t answer the offer, shoulders sagging in defeat.
“ i just—i feel like i’m not improving.
like i’m not going to if i don’t keep trying. ”
Victor knew what Yuuri was feeling.
He’d felt it himself many times in his career.
It didn’t feel any good.
He had worked himself to a pulp so often,
and he didn’t want Yuuri to deal with
that since he had someone. He had Victor.
If Victor had had someone more often
when he trained, he probably wouldn’t
have overworked himself. He could stop this.
Without warning, Victor slipped his arms
around the other in a reassuring,
firm hug, pressing his face into the
crook of Yuuri’s neck. ❝ I have faith in
your success, Yuuri, ❞ he murmured,
voice soft and sure.
❝ We will be back here tomorrow, alright?
Early. You need rest. Please. ❞
