[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

The author has something to say: I have a list for no reason. .I will be more diligent, but there is no guarantee of daily changes.

The sun is coming out.Some subtle lights shone on the dark railway tracks, glowing with the clear light of the morning sun.The spring breeze blows through the woods beside the track, and blows towards the dilapidated, crumbling platform made of blue bricks. The plastic canopy is supported by several iron rods, and the iron rod near the waiting room is swaying A sign hangs in a daze, with "Hasezu" painted on it.

A listless marshal stood on the platform, staring blankly along the railroad track into the distance, waiting for the oncoming train.He was very sleepy and wanted to go back to the duty room to continue dreaming. He dreamed of the famous Chiyoko Ozawa. He didn't want to wake up, but an objective factor kept disturbing his hazy thoughts—two men had been on the platform since 10 minutes ago He had to look at them from time to time to prevent them from fighting—he has now decided that these two people are two colleagues who have a bad relationship or something, and listening to them may be jealous of a certain woman—forgive this Only a marshal was transferred to this town, otherwise he would definitely not know these two people, especially one of them was a foreigner with coquettish short silver hair.

"Even if I agree to come with you, it can't be said that it's for my life goals, I can only say that I'm doing it to help you——it's fine for Anfisa." Yuuri still muttered to Victor angrily Said, "You see, even if she gets angry with you again, she will worry about where you have gone. If she knows that I am following, at least she won't be so worried."

"Why Yuuri?" Viktor rubbed his chin in bewilderment—it wasn't easy, because he had a travel bag slung from one arm, "Why couldn't we just go and beat Tokugawa? That’s obviously the number one priority.”

"...that's the problem!" He muttered again, turned his eyes away, walked a few steps to the side, and stretched his neck on his toes, as if checking for a car, and pressed the button from time to time. His waist was inexplicably sore from last night.

He didn't realize that Victor hadn't brought up another word about the dance suit and the love letter, because he himself had been pushed to put those things behind him by the new developments.He reluctantly accepted the reason for Victor's escape from marriage-"I still have a lot of things I want to do before I get locked up in marriage. It's too sad to lose my freedom now", but he really didn't want any action related to Victor to be crowned as his victory. Yuuri's name, this goes back to the fact that he wants to fight more and more - Victor is doing everything for him, not for himself.Even if he will never become as capable as Victor, but he has been trying to change this, he can do something for Victor, instead of always accepting his asylum like a younger brother, always like a protected The underdog, he—if possible, he wanted to stand beside Victor.

Yuuri rolled his sour eyes, and finally saw the fuzzy black front of the approaching train from his sight, he turned around and waved to Victor with some joy, then touched his nose, and held back a sneeze.

A brown blazer that was too big for him draped over him, smelling fresh of mothballs and a bit of tobacco bitterness, "I'd love for you to get your suit, Yuuri. But," Victor said from Yuuri's neck. Pull the collars of the jacket together, "Your mother will definitely object. And I'm afraid of your servants. Their bamboo swords hurt too much - do you know, my lord, many guys put iron pieces on them .”

"You know my family won't touch you," Yuuri rolls his eyes at him, a wave of warmth from his coat enveloping him, but he's sure more warmth has nothing to do with the clothes.His hands on the inside of the brown coat quietly pinched the hem of the dress, "First, they can't beat you, and second," he smiled mischievously, "They dare not disrespect 'Santa Claus'."

"I will recommend you to be Santa Claus next time, and I can make you a wig, you know, using your mop." Victor reached out and touched his messy head, and they simultaneously remembered the past Christmas It's all about Victor being Santa - because of his gray hair, of course.They mocked each other teasingly, and in an inexplicably better atmosphere, they got into the carriage door next to the gesturing marshal—now the marshal had reconsidered that they were a deviant couple, and he watched them off with a smile The figure of the man did a hat ceremony in a non-standard way.

As the trees outside the window quickly moved past, patches of farmland and distant shadows flashed in front of Yuuri as the sunrise became clearer and clearer, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he continued to let go of about 15 minutes ago His joy of chattering excitedly with Victor was gradually overshadowed by drowsiness—he forgot all the possible consequences of "sneaking away" for a moment, and this was the first time he was able to do a long-distance trip alone with Victor Traveling—except for the fireworks display he and Victor went to in the county every summer.

"At least let me call home after I get out of the car." Yuuri murmured, his head gradually tilted on Victor's shoulder, the familiar smell made him more and more sleepy, he held back his imagination and hugged him An impulse to hug the neck of the person next to him like a pillow, even though there is only a sleeping uncle who occupies two seats in the opposite seat.

But his waist was still sore, and he asked in a daze, "Victor, did I fall off your bed yesterday? Since you brought me back drunk from the Kabuki club? You're right , at least you didn't let my mom know I was hungover in that place and killed me."

"Yes, you fell off the bed, and - hit my clothes hanger." Victor stammered in a rare way, "You fell so hard that the sound woke me up from the living room."

He looked at Yuuri with a guilty conscience, but it was strange to find that Yuuri had the same guilty expression as himself.He looked at him and asked him to confirm, "So, you slept in the living room?"

"Yes." Victor began to restore his unchanging face, "What's wrong?"

"That's great—I mean, nothing." Yuuri sheepishly looked back out of the window.It's such a shame that he doesn't remember nearly everything he's had since he was drunk, but he vaguely remembers that he had a passionate dream.He must not let Victor know that he had that dream, he must have spit out the cup of instant coffee he just drank - what kind of dream was that, he actually dreamed that Victor was riding on him, and He also did that kind of indescribable thing—even though he thought of the winding scene in the dream, his heart was beating non-stop.

Even if Victor did that kind of thing, the target would definitely not be him Katsuki Yuuri.He is an ordinary Asian boy who can't see the top of his head when he is thrown into the crowd. He has an ordinary appearance and an ordinary and even cowardly personality. "Young Master," but that's useless—Victor never really cared who he was.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he was, so he straightened his head and chest, as if it would make the brown coat fit snugly, and he cleared his throat gravely, "So—what time can we get to Nagoya?"

"Who told you we were going to Nagoya? You confused little fool." Victor's mood became better after last night, and he flicked his forehead, "Although Tokugawa's hometown is there, but With your current skill, can you beat him? - I haven't told you any plans yet.

"Then, where are we going?" Yuuri blinked, "What's your plan? No—I think about it myself." He has been trying to get rid of the attribute of being too dependent on Victor, "You said—I There's a possibility of 'surprise?' Are you sure it's not because of the pot I'm drinking?"

"We're going to Nara, and then transfer to Osaka." Victor leaned back in his chair, thinking, "Of course not, but I'm not going to tell you now, that's the next step." He turned his face and said Yuuri laughed, "The problem now is that you need more basic training. No, not only your dan exam," he interrupted the other party's question, "You need to see more things, I think it's better to start from— —" He thought about his words as if there was some reason, "Start from a new place."

Yuuri shook his still bewildered head.He didn't realize that his so-called resistance was useless - they still started to do what Katsuki Yuuri had done step by step.For a while, he wavered from this so-called wish, but when he saw Victor's expression smiling at him while nodding (it was written with "I know what you're thinking"), the competitive factor in his heart boiled again—— He really can't go on like this.He still has lofty aspirations.

"So it's Osaka?" Yuuri's drowsiness faded away, and Viktor was satisfied to see little fires in his eyes, "I'm going!"

He had always dreamed of it when he was a child.Osaka has been and is still the most famous place in the country for Kendo and the birthplace of many schools and competitions.Try which step you can do, maybe one day you can really surpass Victor's imagination. . .He didn't have time to think about it, because he was suddenly horrified to see Victor's hand stretched out from his collar to his shirt breast pocket, pinching out the hand that had been turned into a knife by many factors. A love letter from a flat ball of paper, "We need to get into this now, Yuuri," Victor said, shaking the rag at him with a bright face, "Since Maui-san told me the truth, Yuuri might as well. "

Yuuri froze for a few seconds before reconnecting to the man's rhythm.He meant to ask, 'Since you don't like Wuyi, why did you ask me for a love letter in the middle of the night' or something like that?

It's over.He stammered and blushed, "Of course—that's no need to ask, of course I'm afraid you won't have time to help me with these after you get married, of course I want a spare!" He snatched the ball of paper, "Let's Come on, I'm going to the bathroom!"

Viktor spread his hands as if helplessly, and moved his legs to the aisle, "Yuuri, we have tissues, your ass will hurt if you use that—" He looked at the back of the figure who was rushing to the bathroom, and put his arms on the He turned his head back and began to lift his head and smile towards the yellow ceiling of the car.

Yuuri, you really like my emotional sentences.And your reflexes of blindly following pleasure.May I also think that—

Do you also like me a little bit?