TEASING or not, Yuuri is absolutely horrified. C A K E!How could he forget the cake ? To be fair, for his own birthdays, he had preferred a nice, warm bowl of katusdon, but he had wanted VIktor’s birthday to be perfect. He had his hands full with planning the surprise party, inviting all their friends, and picking up all the presents, that the most important detail had slipped his mind.
FLUSHED with anxiety; he can’t help the little bow his head does, knowing he has done wrong. ❛ ごめん ! ❜
❛ T-The Bakery is still open, if I hurry, I’m sure I can still buy one now ! ❜ Already he’s scrambling to his feet, grabbing his coat. ❛ – It’ll only take half an hour ! ❜
the moment yuuri scrambled to his feet, victor lifted his head with an amused smile. poor yuuri !
❝ yuuri, yuuri, i was only teasing you! ❞ he exclaimed, not moving from his spot on the couch. makkachin was watching yuuri with a concerned expression at his sudden rashness. ❝ don’t worry about it! at least let me come with you. ❞
" dear my love, this world is not a wish granting factory: but please believe that you will get everything you need sooner or later, trust me. and please remember that the things you need, are not always good. it may be bad, but what is good when there is no bad, right? iI wish you to be happier, i wish you to be wiser, i wish you to be more mature to face everything in your life. happy birthday, viktor. "
the russian was listening attentively to his fiancé’s carefully chosen words. it was almost as if yuuri had climbed into his brain, listened to his very thoughts, and wrote out the perfect words to say.
after victor’s concentrated silence passed, a small, thankful smile turned up the inner corners of his brows and tugged at the outer corners of his lips. tears did not fall, but azure hues became glassy.
without speaking, victor wrapped thankful arms around yuuri; and they held onto him for dear life. clenched lids and scrunched up nose pressed against the nook of his fiancé’s neck as he let out a trembling sigh.
❝ thank you, yuuri, ❞ he uttered just after he pulled his face back a smidge, leaning back down to press a chaste kiss to the other’s neck. ❝ truly. i can’t imagine where i would be right now if i hadn’t become your coach. ❝ i don’t want to imagine… ❞
lifting his head, he rested his hands against yuuri’s shoulders and squeezed them as a way of grounding himself — his emotions. the smile on his face became more emotional, more loving, before he flung his arms back around yuuri with crushing enthusiasm.
such intense emotions from such a small body. and where was this hate coming from? there was so much anger in response to such a small, pleasant gesture. that seemed to be the yuri plisetsky way.
❝ i’d like to be your friend, yuri, ❞ the elder spoke softly, a smile still on his face despite the negativity in the air between them. ❝ what have i done wrong? i’d like to know. ❞
‘I wonder if there’s some sort of convention in town, the streets are much more alive all of a sudden.. Hmm.’ The waitress pondered to herself as she wiped down a booth as to make room for incoming customers- had it already been five hours since she clocked in? She allowed this thought to wander off as she greeted her next guest with a smile.
“Welcome to Jeli’s Cafe! Where would you like to sit, mister?”
❝ do you have any window seats available? ❞ the man asked in a pleasant russian accent, gracing the young waitress with a relaxed smile. he had bright silver hair and he wore a white sports jacket with red trim and an R and U across the front. pushing his sunglasses up over his forehead, he glanced out to the windows and offered a wave and a smile to the news crews and people that seemed to be clambering outside the café.
❝ if you don’t, anything else will do. i’m not too picky. ❞
an impatient sigh found its way out of victor’s chest. he watched from the side, arms crossed over his chest. he was indeed staring holes into the back of the young skater’s head. at least he knew that yuri understood victor was ready to leave. hopefully that meant he would be getting off the ice soon.
the moment he heard the fall, he hurried onto the ice, careful of his boots on the ice. “ are you alright? “ he asked sharply, clearly worried that he sprained something or hit something too hard. if he did, he was ready to pick the other up and drive him to the hospital.
{ 🐯 } – Yuri groaned, his ears ringing and his head spinning. He rolled so that he was lying on his side instead of being face-down on the ice. The boy registered that someone was next to him, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Suddenly sound bled back into his world and he drew in a sharp breath as his eyes refocused onto Viktor.
“…Это больно…”He whined as he tried to push himself up onto his elbows. His body protested in pain and he grit his teeth but wasn’t able to stop the cry that escaped his lips. His ankle was throbbing and his wrists weren’t doing much better. Yuri blinked away the tears that were forming.
victor muttered a russian curse under his breath and quickly scooped up the young skater in his arms, hurrying off the ice with him. “ i’ve got you, yuri, “ he spoke to him smoothly, trying to keep him calm. his hand squeezed onto yuri’s arm to try to distract him from the pain.
❝ just talk to me, alright? i’m going to get you to the hospital. it’ll be alright. ❞ despite victor’s undeniable worry, he was remaining calm, for yuri’s sake. victor needed to look after the other, through thick and thin. he kept the skates on, not wanting to budge his ankles and cause anything to move out of place in case that was the type of injury they were dealing with.
quickly, the elder placed yuri into the back on his car outside of the rink, then got into the driver’s seat. ❝ is it just your ankle? what else is hurting? ❞
a huff escaped the older man and he kicked his skates off. ❝ hold on, hold on, i need to put stuff in my bag, ❞ he mumbled as he leaned over, messily trying to move everything over. unfortunately, the drunk was having trouble with the zipper.
❝ heeelp meee, yuuuuri? ❞ victor drawled, his face flushed.
“I’ve got it, Viktor, just get your shoes back on.” He replied, expression entirely fond at this point, very pointedly trying not to look at him so he wouldn’t see the flush that rose to his cheeks as he grabbed Viktor’s things and put them in his back, grabbing his coat as well, holding it out to him with a smile.
“I’ll grab your bag, don’t worry about it.” He paused, brow furrowing a bit. “I should maybe call us a cab, I’m not sure you should be walking that far.”
that caused a wide smile to grace victor’s face. he slipped his shoes on without tying the laces, pulled the coat on, and leaned on yuuri.
❝ you’re such a gentleman, ❞ he murmured gratefully, kissing his cheek as he began to walk at yuuri’s side.
❝ awww, i’m alright, yuuri! i can walk, i swear. i want to walk under the stars with you! ❞ victor’s eyes lit up at the prospect, and he stared at the other as if begging with his large, blue eyes.
any sense of control over the current situation flew to the wind along with yuuri’s sobriety. it felt like every part of victor’s body was on fire – the tips of his ears, the top of his head, his entire face, the soles of his feet…he knew he needed to take responsibility since the other was completely inebriated, but the warmth that began to climb up and down his body from the whisper against his ear was causing him to feel like jello.
❝ y-yuuri, please, ❞ he managed to say, moving the other’s body back so that he was able to maintain eye contact. his large hands rested gently on the other’s shoulders. yes, victor’s face was beat red, but he still had a responsibility. he needed to maintain control. ❝ you are going to feel horrible in the morning…let me help you to the hotel room. no games, mhm? you need rest. ❞
❝ блядь [p : BLYAT’], ❞ victor muttered under his breath before sniffling again and walking with yuri through through the sportswear store. he sighed gently and offered a weak smile as he walked with him, pausing when yuri allowed him to go.
❝ right, how about i just give you this and go? for the jacket and the hot chocolate? ❞ victor suggested, holding out a few paper yens to the younger russian. it was at least equal to $200, in case yuri wanted something a little nicer.
Yuri looked at the money and thought for a moment. Did he really feel like going shopping alone? If he was being quite honest, he’d only dragged the older man out here because he was lonely.
“Wanna go back and watch a movie? I’m getting sick of this place,” he said, although he hardly sounded convincing.
yuri’s words caused victor to smile and nod, and he leaned down to hold the youth’s shoulders. “ that sounds amazing! ” he exclaimed excitedly, pocketing the cash and grabbing the other’s hand to drag him along. any chance to spend quality time with the younger russian made victor feel warm inside. he wanted the other to know how much he cares about him!
❝ what are you in the mood for? a cute animation? a thriller? ❞ he questioned.
❝ are you sure you want to go back? if we go to a theatre we can get popcorn and soda! ❞
