Blinded by Love

St. Petersburg

Viktor's PoV

The flight was long, but it gave Viktor time to think and Yuri time to nap. Viktor had so many questions for him, but he didn't think it was a good idea to bring it up if it might make Yuri feel worse. So he just let Yuri rest.

Hours passed, and soon Viktor could make out the lights of St. Petersburg in the distance. He smiled, glad to be back home, even if it was freezing outside and an icy wasteland right now. Leaning over, he began massaging Yuri's shoulder's in an attempt to wake him up. Yuri immediately sat up, startled.

"Sorry love, I didn't mean to scare you. We've arrived at the airport and I think you might want to put on a jacket before we get off the plane." Viktor said as he stood and reached above them for their carry-on bags and pulled their jackets out.

"Here you go, dear," Viktor murmured as he handed Yuri his jacket.

Yuri mumbled his thanks and put the jacket on. Once they were both thoroughly prepared for the cold, Viktor grabbed Yuri's hand and lead him off the plane and through the airport. After retrieving their suitcases, Viktor called a cab and finally, they made it home.

Since it was way too early for either of them to start the day, they both passed out in bed, not even bothering to change into more comfortable clothes. Makkachin had almost tackled them to the ground in excitement when they had arrived, but currently the dog was sleeping on Yuri's legs looking very happy to have them back.

Morning came and went, and when Viktor awoke, it appeared to be around 1:00 or so. Yuri was still passed out, so Viktor just laid and listened to Yuri's steady breathing and admired his adorable features. His phone buzzed, and Viktor glanced at the notification, then gasped. The appointment! Viktor had totally forgotten he had scheduled a meeting with a doctor to address Yuri's depression. It was for tomorrow at 11 am. How in the world would he convince Yuri to go?

He hated himself for the plan he had concocted, but it was the only way to get Yuri there. Tomorrow he would make Yuri get up and they would go for a casual walk. The doctor's office was nearby so there wouldn't be any suspicion on Yuri's part until they stopped. Viktor just kept reminding himself that it was for the best, that Yuri needed this and he was too stubborn to go unless he was tricked. Still, he had already planned his apology and hoped it would be enough to keep Yuri from hating him for the rest if their lives.

The evening went by slowly once Yuri had woken up. He was totally ignoring Viktor and was stumbling around the house trying to make dinner. Viktor was silently watching as he spilled the rice all over the table after missing the bowl. He wanted to help so badly but he knew Yuri felt he had to prove he could do something by himself.

Yuri's PoV

Yuri could feel Viktor watching him as he struggled to make something that used to be so easy. It had been awhile since he had cooked because he had always come up with some excuse to get Viktor to do it or just order something. But now that his secret was out, Yuri had to see if he could do it. It was so simple and easy, but even in the day and a half that Viktor had found out, his sight had diminished even more. This scared him so much, but he couldn't bring himself to break the silence and talk to Viktor about it. He had become accustomed to just keeping it to himself where before he had told Viktor everything.

Finally, Yuri couldn't bear it. That feeling of Viktor's pitiful stare on him as he tried to clean up the rice from the counter.

"I know you're there, Viktor. It's rude to stare."

"Well then, would you like some help?"

He heard Viktor's steps grow closer until there was a hand on his.

"No I can manage just fine, thanks."

"Well, your water's boiling over, just FYI."

Yuri jumped and turned towards the oven. Where exactly had he put the pot? He needed to remember! He felt around the counter for an oven mitt frantically, but found none. Where had he had it last? At this point, Yuri was panicking a lot. He didn't know what to do? Should he just let himself get burnt or keep trying to remember where he put the pot and mitt?

Viktor touched his shoulder, startling him from his panic.

"Please, let me handle it. I can tell you're having a panic attack, my love. Stop worrying, I'll take care of this and then let you finish, okay?"

Yuri just nodded and backed up, trying to calm his breathing and pounding heart. He could hear Viktor getting the mop and cleaning everything, then he heard as Viktor poured the rice into the pot.

"Okay, now all you need to do is stir, how about that?"

"Fine."

Viktor guided Yuri's hand to the spoon and then told him where the oven mitt was in case he needed it.

"T-Thanks, I can do it now, just go."

"As you wish, my dear."

After about 20 minutes, Yuri decided that the rice was perfectly cooked and that he needed to turn the oven off. He felt for the knob and prayed that he had turned it to the off position, but he honestly had no clue. He would have to ask Viktor. Dammit.

"Uh, Viktor, do you think you could come turn the stove off?"

"Of course, love."

Viktor's PoV

Since Yuri had only managed to make rice, Viktor quickly grabbed some frozen chicken and cooked it.

With dinner finished and the silence returned, Viktor brought up his plan for the next day.

"So Yuri, I was thinking maybe we go for a walk in the morning to get some fresh air, would you want to do that?"

"Viktor, it's -10 degrees out there, that's insane!"

"Well, that just means we put on plenty of warm clothes! You need to get out of the house!"

"Okay, fine. I'll do it, but not for long."

"Yay!!"

Viktor couldn't help but be excited, even if this wasn't that big of a deal. But from what Viktor understood, when you have depression, sometimes getting some fresh air really does help.

Yuri got up from the couch at this point and started making his way to their bedroom, one arm in front of him for safety.

Viktor got up and followed after him, stopping him halfway down the hall by embracing him in a hug.

"I'm here for you, Yuri. And it's not weak to ask for help. That shows much more strength than pretending. So please tell me how I can help you be happy. I miss you, love."

"O-Okay."

That's it? Just okay? Viktor sighed. Clearly he was still not ready to be open yet. But Viktor could wait. He'd wait as long as he needed to. For Yuri.

Viktor took Yuri's hand and led him to the bedroom. He kissed him gently and then they got into their pajamas. The last thing Viktor heard before he finally passed out was Yuri's steady breathing as he drifted off. 

A/N- Hiya! If anyone knows of other Blind! Yuri/Yuuri fics, I'd love to read them! There's not nearly enough and I'm obsessed!