Viktor
No matter how long I know him, Yuuri will always surprise me with how much he's able to withstand. Well, surprise might not be the best word for it. More like concern.
"The rink! I want to go to the ice rink!"
Yuuri responded enthusiastically. Probably a bit to enthusiastically for someone who just passed out not even five minutes ago. I agreed, obviously, there is no way I would pass up a chance to skate with Yuuri. So we went skating.
"Viktor, are you ok? You look pale."
Note to self: If you want to make a second sandwich, DON'T!!! It is a VERY bad idea!
"I'm good."
We didn't do anything to physically demanding. Mostly because I didn't want Yuuri to get hurt, but also because my stomach hurt. Like I said, DON'T MAKE A SECOND SANDWICH!!
We just skated around the rink and talked. It was nice. Although Yuuri seemed a bit... distant. Which isn't unlike him, but it worried me nonetheless. Nobody just passes out for no reason. He seems fine now so I guess he's ok.~~~•~~~
Yuuri is in the shower, and I am incredibly bored. we got home an hour ago and I haven't seen him since. Seriously, how can he take an hour and a half shower knowing his fiancé is waiting to hug and hold him? It's so unfair.
"Yuuri~ can you hurry up?"
"Yes I can."
I turn around to see Yuuri staring at me with a questioning look. Then I realized I was clutching a pillow for dear life while in the fetal position on his bed, and I had been doing so for about five minutes.
"What were you doing" he asks me. I swear I can hear a hint of mocking in his voice.
"Waiting for you." I say, pulling him into a hug. He feels warm, and his damp hair smells so good.
"V-Viktor, I still have to get dressed."
Wait what. I look up and realize that Yuuri is only wearing a towel. Oh my Lord. Be still my gay heart! I immediately look away not wanting to embarrass Yuuri.
"Don't worry, I won't look,"
Ok, so I might be lying to myself by saying that that wasn't the hardest promise to keep in my entire life. When he's done, we head downstairs for dinner.~~~·~~~
I tried to cook. Yuuri told me to make something that doesn't require heat, so that I wouldn't burn the house down. I made salad.
Just as Yuuri and I were about to finish, his sister came over.
"I just wanted to know if you guys wanted anything. Like some salt, or a condom."
I almost spit out my food. Yuuri started choking on water, and his parents stared us down.
"*Cough* What in the hell Mari?!"
"I'm kidding!"
"You're gonna have to explain this to Mom and Dad."
"Worth it!"
And with that she left. I slowly removed my hand from Yuuri's back. We finished eating in silence and went to bed.
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You're Beautiful
FanfictionHate comments suck. Hate comments especially suck if you have anxiety. Yuuri Katsuki is about to learn this the hard way. Too bad Viktor Nikiforov can't seem to figure out what's wrong. ............ *Trigger Warnings* •Detailed description of a pa...