Victuuri | complete

Minako- Plot

this book hit >1k practically over night omg

i can't believe there are so many yuri on ice fans out there yay!

if you feel strongly about it, let me know in the comments what you want in the next chapter

>smut

>fluff

>plot

otherwise it'll be whatever comes easiest

*****

"Thanks again, Yuuri," Minako sighs, turning back to face me. "You don't know how much this means to me."

"No problem, Minako," I reply, rubbing the back of my neck uncomfortably, looking down.

"You sure you want to do this, Yuuri?" she leans against the doorframe and lifts an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, of course. I've done it before for you," I say too fast.

Now Minako is really on to me. She squints and menaces up to me. Her eyes glint in the early morning light. Her footsteps are soft against the polished studio flooring.

"You're hiding something.... I get the feeling it's not anything to do with taking over my dance class for a week," she rubs her chin, eyeing me suspiciously. "Out with it."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," I stammer.

Minako backs me against the mirrored wall with a hard glare. When she speaks again, her voice is scarcely less than a growl.

"I said out with it, Katsuki."

"I don't know what you want me to say!" I flinch.

She leans back and crosses her arms.

"I'll wait."

"Don't you have somewhere to be—?"

"Ah-bah!" She motions for me to zip it. "I'm waiting for an explanation."

I sigh. "I'm not hiding anything, Minako."

"Oh? What's been going on with you and Victor lately?" she lifts an eyebrow. "You've been doing an awful lot of 'training.'"

A hot blush dusts my face. I don't know what to say but I have to say something. I make the mistake of blinking before I speak. Minako interrupts before I even get any words out.

"You aren't 'training' after all!" she accuses. "I knew it!"

She jumps up into a self-celebrating arabesque. I facepalm, trying to keep my cool. I try again to shut her down, but she cuts me off.

"So-o... Is he good in bed?" The blush on my face is all the response she needs. She gasps in excitement. "So hot," she whispers, covering her face with her hands.

"Minako..." I mutter. "Alright, alright. You caught me, okay? Victor and I have been married—"

"WHAT!?" she shrieks.

"— for a little while now..."

"WHA-AT!?"

"Uhm. We're in the process of adopting too—"

"WHA-A-AT!?"

"Minako, if you'd let me finish—"

"Right, right, sorry. You know what— fill me in later. I have to tell everyone."

She starts to pull out her cellphone and walk away.

"Minako, no, please don't do that," I race after her. "I agreed to sub your dance class while you leave— please agree to respect my privacy in return?"

Minako looks taken aback, lowering her cell phone.

"Hm," she purses her lips and taps her chin, thinking.

I debate whether to let myself actually get angry or not if she says no. I'm sure it wouldn't be the end of the world, and maybe it is time to go forward and publicly announce our marriage, but that decision does not belong to her, no matter how prevalent she was and still is in my life.

"Does Mari know?" she asks.

I shake my head and shrug. I haven't told my sister, but it's possible moving out of the inn to buy our own apartment was a huge clue.

"What about your skating friends? Does Phichit know?"

"Uh... Yurio and Otabek know," I admit, in as small a voice as possible, because I know what's coming.

"You told Yurio and Otabek but not your favorite dance instructor!?"

"It's not what you think, they had to know because—"

"Save it," she smirks. "I'm messing with you."

When I don't laugh outright, but exhale in relief, her face softens. She looks down.

"I'm sorry, Yuri," she mumbles. "I'm happy for you, kid. Anyway, I really appreciate what you're doing for me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Don't mention it," I shrug, blushing. "I learned everything I know about dancing from the best of the best, after all," I wink.

"Damn right," she beams proudly. "Let me know how things went when I come back, okay? They have a recital coming up and—"

"I know," I laugh. "So you said. Enjoy your trip, Minako. I know you haven't seen your family in a while..."

She shuts me up with a hug.

"Bye, Mr. Nikiforov," she calls over her shoulder as she leaves.

"It's Katsuki-Nikiforov."

I wave her off with a small chuckle.