Yuri Plisetsky x Reader - My Love, My Agape, Is You

My Love, My Agape, Is You

He made up his mind, and he was always adamant about his decisions, which would explain why he was currently standing in Hasetsu Saga Prefecture, Kyushu Japan. 

Yuri Plisetsky, the Russian punk was standing clothed in his street clothes, a black mask covering his nose and mouth, and dragging his animal printed bag behind him. He had come here for one sole reason: to chase down Viktor Nikiforov.

It didn't take him long to get caught by his coach back in Russia, as he posted a photo of a shirt he had bought. After hearing an earful, he continued on and eventually found his way to Ice Castle were he not only met Viktor, but also Yuuri Katsuki. He was so focused on finding Viktor and holding him to his promise, he neglected something, or rather someone back in Russia.

They were all currently sitting one of the small rooms back at the Inn as Viktor had casually brought up something to Yuri.

"Oh, that's right, Yurio." The blonde punk halted his eating only to look at the silver haired air-head. "You did tell F/N that you were coming here right?" The boy stopped and dropped the chop-sticks he was currently holding and stared at Viktor. Viktor burst out laughing at the expressions changing on his face.

The blonde quickly pulled out his phone from his bag and opened it to find one unread text message, with one single word.

[F/N: Jerk.]

"You've got to be kidding me! Now's she's pissed!!" He had slammed his head on the table as a means of giving up as Yuuri who just sat there and watched, finally piped up with a few questions.

"Um, who's F/N?" Viktor seemed to beam at his question as his eyes started to sparkle.

"F/N is a fellow figure skater in the women's division. She's been skating with Yurio for years, ever since they were little kids. She's in the run for the women's section of the Grand Prix Final this year." Yuuri couldn't help but recognize the name of the woman his coach spoke so fondly of, but his confusion was soon to be cured as Viktor pulled out his own phone and started going through his gallery of pictures, he had quite a few of the young lady.

"You see, this is F/N! Quite the charmer isn't she?" Yuuri took the phone from viktor as he scrolled right and left and looked at different pictures of the girl. H/C hair that reached her mid-back. Her eyes were E/C and shone brightly in all the light.

"She's pretty, must be quite the heartbreaker huh? How come she keeps her hair long, you think it's be hard to skate with." Yuri then sprung his head off the table and stood on his feet, yelling and pointing at Viktor.

"Why do you have so many pictures of her you perverted old man?!"

"Because she's so cute, the camera is her calling!" He laughed as Yuri started to throw a fit as Viktor turned to Yuuri and started to answer his question. He placed his elbow on the table and rested his chin in his palm, his fingers curled by his lips.

"I asked her that question once myself, why she doesn't cut it short. You know what she told me? She told me she and Yurio had been growing their hair out together since childhood, so she doesn't want to cut it until he cuts his." He chuckles as he noticed that Yuri had stopped throwing his tantrum and stared down at Viktor, still standing.

"You are serious? She didn't cut her hair for something like that." Viktor leaned into his hand, his cheek pushing slightly as he looked up to the blonde skater.

"I think it's sweet, don't you?" Yuri's face tinted the slightest shade of pink as he turned and opened the door stomping out. Viktor could hear his voice yell about her 'being an idiot' as it soon faded. The silver haired man looked at Yuuri who lightly chuckled and looked at the door that was still open. "He's so fun to tease no?"