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[katsudonprince]

Throbbing. His head is throbbing, and even the light on the other side of his eyelids is too much for him to handle. How much did he drink? Does he even want to know how much he drank? Why had he drank? He knew better, he should have known this would happen-

Oh ugh why does his mouth taste like this...

A deep groan precedes him when he finally rolls out of bed. Why can't he feel carpet underfoo- oh there it is. It's thicker than he remembers it being. His eyes haven't opened yet. He actually has the comforter he'd been tangled up in wrapped around himself tightly, part of it up over his head. His stocking feet are nearly silent as he pads his way down an unfamiliar hall in an unfamiliar house in search of water. He could worry about the rest later, but right this second, he is a spectre in a white duvet in search of relief for his cottonmouth.

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[katsudonprince]

[Yuuri watches him a moment, then picks up his bowl and moves over to the seat closest to Victor, scooping off part of the last of his portion onto Victor's dish before simply sitting and finishing what he has left.]

I get it. I've worked hard for years. Nobody can take that from me, even if I don't have as much to show for it as I'd like to. Sometimes there just isn't someone that can keep up with it.

[wauuu]

[The little action, Yuuri drawing closer to give him a little more of his food, hits Victor like an emotional ten ton brick. There's a heat that pools in his chest and behind his nose, beneath his eyes, in a hot burst. He doesn't even look up at Yuri, just at the renewed bowl as Yuuri speaks. Victor's doesn't make a sound, but the feeling still escapes in a whelming up of tears.

Goddamn it, this food is too good to be cried into, isn't it?]

[katsudonprince]

[He'd almost stood with his empty bowl to take it back to the sink, until he looks back at Victor to actually see the look on the man's face. His heart sinks; he'd done something wrong, he'd hurt the man- how? Why is this the breaking point?]

Victor?

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[wauuu]

[his eyes shoot up to Yuri at being addressed with such concern. He's suddenly v e r y conscious that, yes, he has started crying in front of Yuuri]

[wauuu]

[He sucks in an embarrassed gasp of air, cheeks flushing bright red. Victor ducks his head, hiding his face in his bowl of food to just... shovel it into his mouth.

Just! Gonna finish this! Finish this food and maybe pretend he didn't have an inexplicable emotional outburst over something so tiny and odd..........]

[katsudonprince]

[Yuuri is alarmed, to put it lightly, but he backs up to give Victor his space for the moment, heading to the sink to rinse his dish. He comes back when he can no longer hear the almost desperate clatter of silverware, reaching a hand to rest on the top of Victor's head.]

[wauuu]

[it's a good amount of space, it gives Victor time to collect himself somewhat. He feels foolish as all hell, shivers a bit when the hand is placed on his head. Speaking into the bowl...]

I don't know what came over me, Yuuri... I'm embarrassed you saw that, hahaa...

[katsudonprince]

It's ok. [It's really all he can think to say as he takes his hand back, crossing his arm over his middle and turning his eyes to the table instead.]

[wauuu]

The... The dinner was really good. [he feels like he said thank you too many times, even though he's brimming with gratitude.]

It's nice to have company.

[katsudonprince]

[Now it's his turn to once again say it.] Thanks, I'm...I'm really glad you liked it.

[He offers his hand, as much a gesture of apology as an offer of support.]

[wauuu]

[Victor will set the bowl on the counter, taking Yuuri's hand to shake. It's a more distant act certainly, compared to kissing him earlier, but there's a respect in it that warms Victor's heart to confide in. Yuuri did know what it was like, pushing aside personal relationships for their sport, most skaters of their caliber did.

It seemed like something everybody knew, but nobody talked about... not with playboy and casanova images being so attractive. Victor could have any body, couldn't he? Why consider he might not want just some body, but... somebody.]

[katsudonprince]

[A lot of people looked at them like they'd be less than interested when it came to relationships of any sort. Once, he might have thought the same thing about Victor. He had gotten over that in his time living here with the man, watching his tryhard antics and trying to keep his footing when things went awry. Now, he just wanted to meet Victor halfway, to once more find a comfort zone after it had been thrown into question.]

Victor...for the coming season, would you consider being my coach?

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[wauuu]

Your coach.... [he'd been asked this already, but considering it again, so suddenly-- did Yuuri remember asking him? Maybe somewhat?]

[wauuu]

[Did it matter?]

... if you promise to win a Gold Medal, then yes! [he'll spark a fire in you, yet!]

[katsudonprince]

[He remembers it being something he'd wanted once upon a time, but not that he's already asked Victor once before. The response is surprising, but he immediately smiles.]

I can do it.

[wauuu]

Then I'll do it. I'll be your coach, next season.

[katsudonprince]

[Yuuri's eyes light up and he wraps his arms around Victor's neck without hesitation.]

Thank you! I promise I'll get the gold. I just need to finish this season first.

[wauuu]

[Victor beams at the affectionate contact, leaving it just as Yuuri did. The younger man can push forward if he wishes, Victor is happy with just this.]

We have to get you that passport, so you can make it to Nationals. I'll see who I need to talk to tomorrow, if anybody is answering their phones after the storm.

[katsudonprince]

[Yuuri's hands curl into the shoulders of Victor's shirt when he draws back again, looking a little bit worried about that.]

The process should be done by the time I have to actually go, right? I don't know how fast that will be compared to when I got it to begin with... [Surely they had his records on file for a replacement to be made up in case of theft, right?]

[wauuu]

We'll see! The bureaucracy is never something I trust, but maybe your name as a professional athlete will speed things along. [he looks thoughtful]

Until then, you're welcome to stay here, for as long as it might take.

[katsudonprince]

Hah...I'm not exactly famous.

[Still, he appreciates the vote of confidence. He leans up to press a small kiss to Victor's cheek out of gratitude, lingering there in front of him a moment before opting to duck away before it could actually be addressed.] I'm gonna to take a shower ok?

[wauuu]

Go right ahead! I'll clean up the dishes, since you cooked. [just like that, Victor's nearly forgotten about his little tearful incident, utterly distracted by pleasant feelings. He's going to be Yuuri's coach, he wants to spend more time together, not just because of circumstance...

He's one, whole happy man.]

[katsudonprince]

[It's more than enough, just seeing Victor smiling after that small outburst before.]

Ok, thank you.

[He smiles back over his shoulder at Victor before heading to the bathroom off his room, setting his phone on the edge of the sink to play while he was in the shower. He hums along as he takes his time in the bathroom, just trying to get his thoughts in order. The sooner he cold get his passport set up, the better. He had to be able to travel for Nationals, and to get back to school, and then eventually home after the season. So a lot was hinged on bureaucracy after he made the call to begin with.

It's later than he expects when he finally steps out and dries off, leaving his towel over his head as he meanders around the room, pulling on a pair of socks along with the shorts and tshirt that would be his pajamas that night, relishing the warmth now that the house had finally heated back up. He sits on the edge of his bed with his phone in hand, looking down at his reflection pensively for a minute, before picking himself up and heading to Victor's room. He doubted the man would be asleep just yet, so he knocked quietly before peeking in.]

Victor? Can I come in?

[wauuu]

[Victor's not asleep, he's just laying forward in bed with the TV on, watching some american fashion show that was on. He'll perk up to hear the question, cooing toward the door without getting up]

Of course, Yuuri!

[katsudonprince]

[He barely spares the tv a glance as he sidles in, bowing slightly and apologizing for the intrusion, just reflexively. Then he just plunks himself down on the edge of Victor's bed and swings his legs up beside him, slowly laying down on top of the covers and waiting for Victor to call him a hypocrite.]