[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

The autumn afternoon sunlight filtered through the huge square windows of the ashram, forming patches of white light and shadows on the wooden floor.Katsuki Yuuri watched his exclusive trainer in light gray tracksuit wielding a bamboo sword in the shadows or in the light, engrossed.

"If the opponent hangs down, hit the face, and then," he heard the serious and magnetic voice saying while hitting, and made a false gesture, "If the opponent's sword tip is raised, it will hit the hand, if the opponent's arm is raised, it will hit the hand—you Get a real understanding of these principles, show it in competitions, show the judges and the audience that you understand it — and apply it with detachment."

Yuuri carefully recorded these words in his mind, while still looking at the serious, serious and calm face of the other party with fascination - he knew that Victor was like this, when something big happened, what he should do would still happen Going on as smoothly as water and without slack—even if such an "accidental oak tree incident" happened—he really wanted to tell Victor that if he was found writing on the tree, he would probably be called in by the police to give a lecture.But he couldn't bear it.

He didn't know how he and Victor got back to Osaka. They looked at each other under the tree for 2 minutes, but neither of them spoke.Until Yuuri couldn't contain his emotion and rushed to wrap his arms around Viktor's neck and kissed him big on the cheek - and then the siren of the Shinkansen sounded and they hurried along the tracks to the train - Yuuri kept going Holding Victor's hand, he didn't let go until they were sitting on the narrow stool.Along the way, he was silent in a daze, while Yuuri was still embarrassed by his impulsiveness—what if he still guessed wrong this time?He thought Victor was going to say something, at least he should have said it first, although even if he didn't say it, Yuuri knew it was written by him- so at least offered to explain it?But he didn't, it's been several days since he came back to practice, he didn't say anything to Yuuri except the daily conversation.

No matter how dull Yuuri is, he has been dull for 12 years. . .He also finally knew what was going on in Victor's mind, which was no less than throwing a bullet in his heart at the time.He was blown to pieces, but at the same time excited and happy like a huge shiny firework exploded.However, he didn't show it, because he only thought that Victor had always liked him through those words (although those words made him feel extremely distressed), but? —he was waiting for Victor to prove it to him—or for a confession. . .Wait, will there be a confession?

This process of waiting was uncomfortable, because he began to lose sleep, and spent midnight every day thinking about all the hints and things he had experienced about Victor, and sometimes his heart beat suddenly—because he remembered those intimate actions, that Really, all?Is it all because of him?But he obviously almost got married?

At this time, he was still half-running, following Victor's movements to prepare for his three-stage exam, and then he moved his body and tilted—this happened often recently, but Victor never severely criticized him again, but also It doesn't grab him as quickly as he usually does - he just gives Yuuri a little push without even touching his arm.His eyes were as anxious for a moment as before, but his actions. . .Yuuri felt that he had deliberately maintained a sense of distance recently, no, it started when he appeared in Kyoto.

Why is this?Yuuri tosses and turns on the bunk, wondering what the hell is going on with Victor.Since he acquiesced that he knew his feelings, why did he become more restrained than before——

No, I'm just emphasizing that there is no need for restraint in contact between friends.Yuuri muttered to himself in embarrassment.

But he could see that this was another "Victorian" decision, having known him for so many years. . .He must be doing it again for some self-righteous reason.

Thinking of this, he was very annoyed again. Didn't he say that he would stop being self-righteous and decide something?Didn't you agree not to hide anything from him?Or, does he have the same reasons for hesitation as himself?

As if in response to his doubts, he was kicked on the back. "I can't sleep with you spreading pancakes like this." Phichit yawned and said above Yuuri, "And I still have to watch you—Fujiwara is saying that if you disappear for no reason again, I will never even think about taking the fourth-stage exam in my life .You know what? He almost called the police if Victor hadn't come back to stop him."

"You've repeated it many times." Yuuri mumbled under the covers, he was about to tell Phichit in an instant, and then asked his opinion as usual—he used to find an excuse to ask Anfisa, in Russia, What do you think of two men together or two women together?But she told him with fear on her face that in Russia this is a sinful thing, and according to the Orthodox Church, it is punishable by death. . .He didn't know how the day he knew the news passed in a daze, although Victor's character didn't mean that he would follow some Orthodox religion, he said in front of Yuuri more than once that he was a complete atheist.But this time more than ever he dreaded hearing the answer.So he carefully curled up in the posture that a sleeping person should have, listening to Phichit procrastinating back to his bunk.

A strange state has been going on for Viktor for more than a week - since he and Yuuri returned to Osaka for a few days of normal training, after he hesitated and for some reason restrained his contact with Yuuri, he found that his Katsuki Yuuri's imprint was vividly engraved on the surroundings without knowing when.

Sometimes he fell into a drowsy sleep in the middle of the night due to insomnia, and after a vague sleep, he would first go out to the bathroom to wash his face and shave to wake himself up, and then when he returned to his bedroom, he found that he was messy The quilt was neatly folded, which clearly showed traces of haste, but it could reflect the care of the executor - the coat he had sloppy on the bedside would be hung on an open door of the locker.Then two days later, he suddenly found a brand new coat rack in the corner of his room.

He guessed it was all Yuuri's doing, yet Yuuri didn't mention a word to him, but he's now anyway offering to invite him to lunch and dinner instead - something he'd done on his own initiative before.Then suddenly there will be a fried egg on his plate at the dinner table, an egg yolk sandwich he likes, or a carton of milk with "high calcium" printed on it.He often looks at Yuuri with searching eyes, but Yuuri just smiles at him - as cute as ever, but there seems to be some comfort, encouragement and warmth in those smiles that make him feel good all over.Sometimes he wants to ask him what's wrong, but then he will disturb his calm heart.He confirms that he already knows his feelings, but he's still in fear that he's going to leave - he's scared, the habit of caring for and overprotecting him is so ingrained that it's not easy to change.But this still does not prevent Yuuri from deepening his care and concern for him.

He couldn't find his cigarette anywhere, and he kept it in the drawer of the bedside table so that he could smoke one when he couldn't sleep and think about that kiss on the cheek-could they really start like this?No, his Yuuri deserved a better and bigger experience.He asked Yuuri about cigarettes, and the latter innocently said he didn't know, and then 5 minutes later he bumped into Yuuri in the bathroom holding his pack of cigarettes and Phichit discussing "what does it feel like to smoke", Then the boy with glasses broke off his cigarettes one by one and threw them into the trash can in the bathroom under his gaze, and gave him a chic and mischievous smile as he walked out.

And the clothes he changed always disappeared quickly, apparently Yuuri handed it to the laundry room more quickly instead of him, and then the next day the clothes appeared neatly folded by his bedside—if It's a suit and it still smells like the dry cleaning agent from the dry cleaner.His leather shoes are always oiled every day, but usually he only puts them on once a few days, and his sunglasses are wrapped in a brand new glasses cloth unnecessarily. If he coughs a few times a day, he will He would be forced by Yuuri to drink a cup of anti-cold medicine while eating. . .All of this made him reluctant to lock his door, and his heart and those freshly set rules slowly began to thaw again.But he wondered if doing all of this put Yuuri under new pressure—apart from his ease and enthusiasm for his daily life, Yuuri's performance in the dojo was getting worse and worse as the third-stage exam slowly approached Well, he often thinks about the next exam and is too nervous to do anything.It also kind of made him start to worry, and it made his sleep that was so easy to benefit from Yuuri's care go to a bad place again - he knew Yuuri was the same kind of person as him, and Yuuri wouldn't stop him The ideal is to move forward, no matter what happens.

So on a night where it was also difficult to fall asleep, Viktor was restless because of tossing and turning, even though he and Yuuri went to the arcade to play "King of Kings" for an hour before going to bed, they laughed and laughed at each other just like when they were children , he couldn't help but hugged the opponent's shoulder after winning a game-this made the latter smile as brightly as seeing a game machine spit out a lot of game coins.

He fretfully opened the window in the deepening autumn, and finally fell asleep with exhaustion near midnight.What he didn't know was that not long after he finally fell asleep, the door he was covering was gently pushed open, and Katsuki Yuuri walked in quietly.

Yuuri shivered in his teddy bear pajamas—the window was wide open, and there was an occasional gust of cold wind.He stepped forward to close the window, frowned and walked to Victor's bedside.His heart ached slightly again—since he started scouting Victor's room at night, he found that when he finally fell asleep, his eyebrows would still be slightly furrowed, his face was tired, his eyelids trembled slightly, and he took a breath. Take it easy.He often kicks the quilt, which is a problem he has had since he was young.So Yuuri gently pulled up the half of the quilt that fell next to his legs, covering the corners of the quilt.

I don't know what the hell you're thinking.Yuuri looked at the sleeping face and said in his heart.

I can't guess and I don't want to guess.But I know your patience and care for many years, and I know that you have always missed me.I used to hate your self-righteousness, but after seeing that oak tree, I gradually realized that a lot of times you were just protecting me.I can see that you are hesitating, you may be hesitating, you may not know what to do with our relationship, all I know now is that no matter what you plan to do, no matter how hesitant or distressed you are, but——

This time, let me take care of you.