Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

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Yuri Katsuki

After collecting Makkachin from Minako's house we finally get back home. I love the feeling of being back after a competition. Especially being back with Victor.

"Hey Makka! Look what Yuri bought me!" Victor shows his pet the tissue box that I got him when I went shopping with Pichit. I had to buy it. It's as If it was designed with Makka as a referance. And I think I made a good choice because Victor hasn't let go of it since I gave it to him.

However you could say it's not good because a tissue box is now stealing my boyfriend. Only I can be upstaged by a tissue box.

There's something I haven't really had time to digest...

VICTOR NIKIFOROV IS MY BOYFRIEND.

No, I still can't digest it. I've been a fan of him since I can remember and now we share kisses and cuddles. I can't believe it. I don't think I'll ever believe it.

After Makkachin stares at his replica in confusion for a good while Victor chuckles and rubs his head. I would be confused too.

Victor flops onto the sofa with the stuffed dog under his arm and turns the tv on to an English channel. There seems to be some sort of documentary on.

It's about increase in divorce. In this particular section of the program the man is discussing how lovers drift appart;

"One major reason is trust. Not enough trust is a huge problem for a relationship"

"Do you trust me Yuri?" What kind of question is that?

"Completely. You?" I peer at him as I aproach the sofa. I know he had a moment of insecurity yesterday. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't completely trust me. But I want him to trust me.

"Of course" he sits up to give me some space and rests his head back on my lap once I've sat down. So he does trust me. Phew. He may still be lying, but I'd like to think Victor wouldn't do that. Because I trust him.

"You know Yuri, I wish you'd be more open with me" he takes my hand and traces circles on my palm.

"You just said you trust me but now you're saying I'm not open?" I frown at him.

"I'm not calling you a Liar or anything of the sort; you just look like you're keeping alot to yourself"

"Well you haven't asked" I grumble as I run my free hand through his hair. He seems to enjoy having his hair touched, it induces a really calm expression on his face.

"Ok let's play a game; I'll tell you something others know about me that you don't and I'll tell you something that nobody but me knows. And you'll do the same."

There are fun games and games that are not fun. This game falls into the latter category.

"So me first," he thinks for a long while "Oh!  Only my dad and I know this... when I was 12 he tried to drown me in the bath"

My lungs decommission as I stare down at Victor. How... how could his own father do that? I don't understand. Before I even realise it tears stream down my face and land on Victor's nose.