You Matter⇾Viktor X Yuuri // Yoi Fanfiction

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Yuuri shuffles around in his blankets miserably. It was far too cold for Viktor to be next to him right now, right? He sleepily moves his hands around towards the other side of the bed and as expected, the man wasn't even there. Why didn't he wake me? ...

Vitya ❤: Good morning love. Don't wait up tonight, Yakov is forcing me to take late night practice. Something about making up the time I spent on coaching you. I'll return home at 6 before having to leave again at 8 for more practice. Walk Makka for me pls. I love u ❤

Yuuri sighs to himself, forcing a sleepy smile. The way this man texts is still kind of cute ... World champion my butt.

You: I love you too! But please wake me before you leave from now on, I'm basically not going to be able to see you all day!

Vitya ❤: ah, I'm sorry. I thought u could use the extra sleep and I didn't know Yakov would hold me for the day.

You: Thanks, but id rather see u out the door instead of being left in bed alone

Vitya ❤: I'm so sorry!!! we can cuddle when I get home??

Vitya ❤: I'll talk to you later during my break, bye 

You: Bye!

It was weird, but they always tend to say bye to each other after each text, even if it was something trivial. A small conversation then, 'bye.' Of course, not everyone does that, and nor did Yuuri decide it was right to do with other people since he only had a habit of saying bye to Viktor. Phichit was no exception. 

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Slipping on his clothes and grabbing his phone, he walks out the door with Makkachin's leash between his fingers.

Yuuri looks around. Damn, forgot the glasses. He tended to use even for simple things like walking Makka. He was far too popular nowadays to be walking out in broad daylight with a dog even. "Hey! ... Y- You're Yuuri Katsuki, right?" He hears an awed voice from behind him. 

Yuuri forces himself to grin, beginning to approach the fan. Actually, he looked around Viktor's age, but that was normal for people who were fans of this type of sport. "Yes, I am. What would you like?" He tries to ask as casually as possible. A man, a little taller than Yuuri himself. Blue fluffy hair and midnight eyes stare at him. Would it be wrong to call him cute? He rummages through his pockets nervously, "I- I ... um well, an autograph ... plea--" A deck of photos falls out of his pocket, scattering across the ground. 

"I- I'm so sorry.." He utters shamefully. 
"It's not a problem! I used to keep pictures of my idols as well." Yuuri's eyes surreptitiously study the man gathering the photos. Taking a closer look at the photos ... all of them seemed to be of him. It was a first he'd ever seen someone like him in real life. Most fans that he found creepy would be online or some by which Phichit has told him of. 
"Yeah... But I'm 6 years older than y- I.." The man pauses midspeech realizing how creepy he must've sounded. Photos now this? What person in their right mind makes two mistakes like that in a day?!
"Like I said..." He opens a capped marker with ease. (He always keeps on him thanks to Phichit), "its no problem at all."

With a satisfied look on his face thinking of his months of practiced cursive writing, Yuuri returns the photo to the man.  
"T- thank you so so much.."
"No, thank you!" Yuuri retorted kindly.

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"Your jumps since last season have gotten a bit better.." The blond speaks, and for a second Viktor pondered on whether he had heard that correctly.
"Yurio? Are you okay?" Then the moment was gone once again. 
"My name isn't- ugh...! Forget it." The blond snarls angrily, then skating away on the ice. Did Yuri just compliment his skating? Viktor asks himself as he unlocks his phone.