Unconditional Love

You want me to what?

11th March 2014 (Sofia, Bulgaria)

Yakov decided he shouldn't eavesdrop anymore and, after finally confirming the Asian man's identity, approached the duo. Sure, maybe approaching them as Yuri began complaining about how Celestino wasn't a good coach for Yuuri ("I'm telling you! He's a shitty coach." "Yurochka, mind your language please.") wasn't the best time for Yakov to intervene but he really needed to get Yuri back to the changing room.

"Yura!" Yakov called out to the blonde, who whipped his head towards his coach and—after confirming that it was indeed Yakov approaching them—he scowled.

His youngest skater glared at him as he walked up to them and he sure as hell didn't miss how the Japanese Yuuri almost shrunk the more Yakov got closer to the two.

And, apparently that didn't go unnoticed to Yuri as well, who just glared harder at Yakov, as if he could burn him with his gaze right there and then—is this what they mean when they say 'if looks could kill'?—which, finally must he say, the older noticed and squeezed Yuri's arm.

Yuri's glare softened, even if just a little—still progress, Yakov supposes—and the older Russian was able to stand before them without being glared at.

"What do you want, Yakov?" Yuri all but hissed at him, it wasn't really something strange for him—Yuri was like a kitten, although nobody would ever say that right to his face, unless they had a death wish that is—or for any of the Russian skaters for that matter.

Yakov pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I told you to stay in the changing room, not wander around the place" He tried not to raise his voice too much, he wasn't a fool, Yakov noticed how uncomfortable the Japanese Yuuri was. The old Russian had—begrudgingly—read about Victor's possible competitors in the past and so he was informed about other skaters, which included Japan's ace too, and he had come across someone saying that the man had very bad nerves that hindered his performances many times before.

And, as far as Yakov knew, anxious and nervous people did not fare well with shouting. Which was why he was refraining from literally and figuratively barking at Yuri.

The blonde scoffed and moved closer to the Japanese man, as if trying to reassure him—and Yakov didn't know how to feel, seeing his youngest skater being so protective of a future competitor, who might be his relative—and frowned at Yakov.

It was obvious that Yuri did not want to let Yakov know who the other was. However, even if hesitantly, the Japanese Yuuri patted the blonde's shoulder and whispered something in.. Japanese? Since when did Yuri understand Japanese?

Yakov watched as Yuri scowled but still nodded. The blonde, even as he glared at the older Russian, reluctantly explained. "Yuuri told me he was here so I told him to wait for me here" Huffed Yuri as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Evidently not wanting to explain any further to his coach, Yakov groaned in annoyance.

That was no explanation to Yakov and, apparently, neither was it to Yuuri Katsuki, as he shook his head and smiled with something that Yakov could only identify as fondness.

Sighing, the Japanese skater turned to Yakov and his smile became slightly strained, signaling to the old Russian just the extent of his nervousness. "My name is Yuuri Katsuki and I'm Yurochka's cousin," He offered—which was a way better explanation than whatever Yuri had told—and Yakov finally understood. "It's nice to meet you, coach Feltsman." Greeted the man.

This wasn't the first time Yakov was surprised, he had been plenty surprised ever since he saw the two cousins talking to each other. However, it was still a shock to him, meeting a new skater who treated him with respect.