"Minako-sensei!" Yuuri cried. "You don't even know if he wants to!"
"Of course he does; I thought even you would know that – he even kissed you in front of everyone after your Cup of China free skate," Minako replied, fondly exasperated. "Go on, ask him out."
Yuuri dumbly nodded, going off in search of his idol, coach, and, recently, boyfriend, Viktor Nikiforov. He easily located the Russian figure skater, his loud exuberance in conjunction with his alcohol consumption, which was thankfully only just beginning, making Viktor impossible to miss; Yuuri couldn't do it if he tried.
"Yuuri!" Viktor called as soon as Yuuri entered his field of vision. "Drink with me!"
"No, Viktor, it's only four in the afternoon and you've already finished that entire beer, haven't you?" Yuuri chided, with the same fond exasperation that Minako had felt towards Yuuri, except with it being colored with romantic affection rather than familial affection.
"Yeah!" Viktor enthusiastically replied. "Come on, Yuuri, drink with me!"
Yuuri, sighing a long-suffering sigh, made his way over to where Viktor was lounging. Today was a "cheat day," so to speak, and Yuuri's training was only half as long as it usually was. We both need to rest, and training can't be the only thing we do together, Viktor had said, to which Yuuri had wholeheartedly agreed. Thus, Yuuri had time to "ask Viktor out," as Minako had put it.
"Instead of getting drunk when it's still light out," Yuuri first said, somewhat pointedly, "I was thinking we could go out on a day trip to Umeda – of course, you can always stay here with your beer, whisky, and vodka, and I can go with Phichit; he's in the area, and I promised I would take him around."
"Are you asking me out, Yuuri?" Viktor happily asked, setting his empty beer glass down and raising his turquoise eyes to Yuuri's hazelnut ones, and a teasing glint came into the Russian's pair.
"Perhaps. Are you accepting, Viktor?" Yuuri teased back.
"Naturally," Viktor replied, and Yuuri lit up with joy and relief, even though he had already known that Viktor would agree to go out with him.
"Well, then, sober up enough so that you can get through the mess that is Osaka's traffic and subways; I'm sure that one beer shouldn't affect Russian vodka-lover Viktor Nikiforov at all," Yuuri teased, kissing Viktor's hair before leaving for his room. "There's hangover pills in the kitchen if you need them, though."
Both Viktor and Yuuri were so pleased and proud that their relationship had made it to this point, where they could openly tease and be affectionate with each other, without worrying about boundaries, expectations, or making a perfectly fine situation and relationship awkward.
Yuuri had checked with Viktor to see if he'd be fine going out around 6:45 p.m.; with an affirmative answer, Yuuri made a reservation at one of his personal favorite restaurants, checked the weather, planned out the subway route, and even managed to find a way to transfer some of the money on his subway pass onto the one-time ticket – well, it used to be one-time, Yuuri thought – that Viktor had used while getting to the airport before the Cup of China competition. I finally get to be the one that knows the land; I get to show Viktor around the city, Yuuri thought.
Minako poked her head into Yuuri's room – What is she still doing here? Yuuri wondered – and found Yuuri fervently planning a short, simple "day" trip to the city and smiled.
