Unconditional Love

Decision

14th March 2014 (Sofia, Bulgaria)

Yuri was peacefully enjoying his break. The old man, Yakov, had pushed him way too much during training—because Yuri had made an amateur mistake during his short program. The blonde really couldn't understand what went through the older Russian's mind. Not that Yuri minded practicing more, it was just that Yakov got very strict in those situations.

The young Russian scowled, thinking back at how much he had fallen during practice. He hated not being able to land the jumps properly, which is why he often asked Yuuri for help when they were younger.

As he began to remember the times when he and his cousin skated together, his phone buzzed, and Yuri was brought back to reality as he noticed a message from said Japanese skater. His lips tugged into a soft smile. Knowing that nobody would see him, he could let himself go for now.

Katsudon

>Yurochka!!

He tapped lightly on his phone, his soft smile turning into a grin, quickly sending an answer.

< What's up?

< Yuuri?

< ???

Then his grin dropped and was replaced with a frown. Why wasn't Yuuri answering him?

There was a knock on Yuri's hotel door as he was about to call his cousin. Obviously, not to bite his head off for bothering Yuri during his break and then not even answering him. He looked up at the door in confusion. He wasn't aware that someone would come over. Did he miss something while purposely tuning out Yakov's annoying rants? He sighed before he lazily jumped off the couch and walked to the door. (Where's Yakov when Yuri needs him? Gosh) "Yeah? Who is it?" Yuri asked as he opened the door.

He was then met with the sight of his older cousin standing outside his hotel room wearing a light black shirt, with a wide grin on his face and a box in his hands, and Yuri's mind almost short-circuited. Was he hallucinating? Or was Yuuri really right in front of him?

"Happy late birthday Yurochka!" Exclaimed the Japanese, before throwing his arms around Yuri's smaller body, pulling him closer into a tight hug. Debunking Yuri's hallucination theory, when he felt the warm embrace.

(And, if Yuri snuggled closer to Yuuri, basking in his cousin's warmth, well, then nobody but the Japanese will ever know. Not that Yuri would ever admit it in the first place. He had a reputation to maintain!

Obviously, that reputation was only limited to the public and Yuri's rinkmates. Because his family and Yakov, the latter unfortunately for Yuri, had already seen another side of him.)

Yuri reached out to him and wrapped his arms around the older skater, closing his eyes to enjoy the hug. "What are you doing here?" He muttered, although it did sound quite muffled in his opinion, as he was practically squished against Yuuri's chest.

The Japanese pulled away just enough to be able to look at Yuri's eyes. He had this soft expression that nobody, aside from their family— and probably Phichit but, that guy was already family to both of them. Not that Yuri would ever tell him, had ever seen.

Yuuri hummed and raised a black box to Yuri's face. "To give you a late birthday present!" He beamed towards the younger, who almost needed to shield his eyes from the brightness of his cousin's smile.

Then he perked up after realizing what Yuuri had said. "A Present?" Questioned Yuri, staring at the box with sparkling eyes. He grinned when the Japanese nodded. "Let's go in first, shall we?"