[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

"...No, I can't do it." Panting, Yuuri bent down, holding his knee with the hand holding the bamboo sword.His physical strength has been exhausted from repeating a set of movements.

"If you still can't do this set of foundations today," Victor said flatly a few steps away from him, "Fujiwara's loud voice will punch a hole in the roof tomorrow morning."

Yuuri couldn't argue.It's time for the winter exam soon, but his condition is still very bad - his nervous personality before the game is getting worse every day when he pays attention to Victor.He couldn't even hit the basic nine-type thirteen swords - those basic moves were messed up in his flustered swings. Fujiwara had yelled at him for three mornings in a row, but Victor still kept up with him every afternoon. The distance teaching method made him even less confident.

At this moment, he looked at the person who was standing calmly a few steps away, and felt that he really had no strength at all.He sat down on the ground and gave up aggrievedly, "Forget it if I give up, I can talk about it next year."

Victor was silent for at least half a minute.He looked at Yuuri's face flushed from fatigue under his drenched black hair, and those brown eyes looked at him aggrievedly through the lenses, reminding him of a fawn running in panic.

He sighed a long, thoughtful moment, then dropped his bamboo sword and strode over to Yuuri.He motioned for the other to stand up, and held his wrist in the other's surprise, standing with Yuuri.Then he arched slightly and whispered into Yuuri's ear, "First move," taking Yuuri's sword-holding wrist and directing him to swing the bamboo sword together. "Tatachi." He leaned against Yuuri's body and controlled him to take two steps back, then stopped the sword on the right, "Back," he didn't notice that Yuuri's ears turned red, "hit, right, back, hit. . . ”

"Second form, first cut." He felt that Yuuri would aggravate his tone when he was dull, and he would press his body closer at any time, "Back, spin up to the right..."

Yuuri felt himself getting hotter and hotter, he felt steaming all over his body, Victor's breath in his ear, his body seemed to get closer to him with each stance, he felt like he was in a bathroom steaming with steam - Victor had been for a long time He had never been this close to himself before, and it made his heart beat faster, but at the same time he felt reassured, but he seemed to be less focused. . .

"Yuuri." Victor felt that he was distracted, "Don't be nervous." Then he wrapped his left hand around Yuuri's waist as if to vent his suppressed emotions.This way he has better control over his movement. "The third form..."

Yuuri finally wakes up a bit after feeling the strength in Viktor's arm.He tried to concentrate, recalled those steps, and began to type steadily step by step in line with Victor's tone and control.

"Ninth." Victor also sweated profusely for no reason, his hands were sweaty, his right hand completely held Yuuri's right hand at the end, feeling the other's movements became smoother and smoother, he even missed this feeling—— So he didn't let go of his hands after the last movement, and they stuck to each other like this, holding the bamboo sword in one hand, and the other hand held it tightly, hanging on their necks together with it. side.

Victor let go of the other's left arm.But before he could let go of that hand, Yuuri hastily pulled his own out of his.He was still blushing, even though he knew exactly how to fight just now, but he still felt embarrassed.Victor had never taught him that, and he was happy, but why was his face so hot?

He wiped his sweaty hands on his pants twice, adjusted his glasses, and said to Victor in a panic, "I'm sorry——Victor. Are you tired?"

Victor didn't answer right away.He looked at his right hand that had been thrown off, and took out a pack of tissues from his trouser pocket. "Yuuri. Don't you like me teaching you like this?" He took the other's resisting hand and started to wipe his sweat.

Yuuri looked at his seemingly expressionless face and felt a familiar pressure—he felt like Viktor was getting a little angry.But this kind of feeling is not in the recent "Victor with a sense of distance". This is the Victor he liked better in the past-natural, domineering and a little proud.So he looked at the other person carefully and said, "I don't dislike it," he weighed his words, "I'm just... so nervous. You know I was like this before the game—" "So," Victor said. Seriously speaking, Yuuri found that he was getting more and more familiar with him, and the confident and shining light began to flicker in his blue eyes again, "Does Yuuri know why I haven't let you wear protective gear when I teach you recently? "

"Isn't that because you are too confident in your skills, so you arrogantly believe that you won't hurt me?" Yuuri said sarcastically, but his tone and expression didn't have the slightest bit of sarcasm, even a little sarcasm that is usually joking nor.He was smiling, even smiling happily.So this brought Viktor back to his old confident and proud stance even more, he put his hands on the other's shoulders, looked Yuuri seriously in the eyes and said, "Because I want to see you more clearly. Wearing that will prevent me from seeing you. "

"So we're here as your emotional therapy station, huh?" Sara refilled the empty glass in front of Yuuri helplessly, and pushed a plate of dried fruit in front of him, "You'd better have some of this , I don't want Mickey to see you drunk in front of me."

"I, ah, I'm not afraid." Yuuri hiccupped, having already forgotten Fujiwara's ban on drinking before the game, and didn't care that this unfamiliar girl knew what was on his mind, "I tell you—— He blushed and yelled at Sara in an extremely bullish tone, "I must drink better than Victor—I must find a chance to drink him down—"

"Didn't you realize it yourself? You have been inseparable from Victor." Sarah looked at his eyes that were slightly wet from alcohol, "Why are you so persistent? You don't know that you are—well, quite attractive?" ?”

Even though Yuuri was drunk, he could still feel the girl's burning gaze.But he's more relieved—it's true that they seem to be okay, and it doesn't look like Victor is her type, which is great.So he shook his finger at the girl across from him, "Tsk tsk, this won't work. My heart is full now. Full." He pointed to his chest again, and drank the fifth glass of sake in one gulp.

"Yes, it's full." Sarah shook her head helplessly, "If that's the case, why didn't you tell him?"

"I'm not sure, and I'm used to being passive." Yuuri looked at the empty glass, obviously the other party didn't plan to refill him, but his thoughts were already drifting away.

The afternoon training ended with him proficiently hitting nine-type thirteen swords, but that was because he didn't know how to answer Victor's words—he said he wanted to see him clearly.God!This was the most ambiguous sentence Victor said to him recently. He could only pretend that he suddenly got better and became obsessed with training—although it was true that he was much better after receiving Victor's "personal guidance".His heart was pounding at the words, and he accepted what Victor hadn't offered in ages—to have dinner together.And then they ate all the sushi on the table at a sushi restaurant like old friends, talked about a lot of common topics, and then he watched Victor empty the dozen beers on the table one by one while he didn't drink any— —Because he was responsible for bringing Victor back.But the other party doesn't seem to care whether Yuuri has been drinking or not, he has been drinking on his own and chattering non-stop.Yuuri thinks Viktor's state is a bit weird, he seems ashamed of something about himself?Or is it for cover?Anyway, he's downing his beer as if to vent, almost dodging Yuuri's speculative gaze.Finally, Yuuri takes Viktor by one arm and carries him back to his bedroom, laying him down on the bed as best he can.Viktor doesn't say anything the whole time, just grabs Yuuri's arm when he tries to pull away.He's lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but he's grabbing his arm - it's overwhelming Yuuri, he wants so much to stay by his side, but he's so panicked.He pulled his arms away in a panic, and then ran all the way to the bar.

He's completely at a loss for what to do, he's been taking care of Victor for almost a month, he just wants to tell him that he'll always be there for him, no matter what happens in the future - it's brought about some changes he wants to see , Victor is more and more like the previous Victor, but he doesn't want to just pass by like this.

What are you waiting for?

Yuuri Katsuki felt like a fool.So at this moment he impatiently knocked on the bar with his glass, but Sarah refused to pour it for him no matter what.Because he had already drank three porcelain bottles of sake in an hour.He argued irritably with the bartender girl, and took off only a T-shirt.Then he slowly lay down on the bar counter amidst the impatient chatter of the other party—the stamina of Japanese sake finally began to kick in.

In a blur of chaos, Yuuri felt something covering himself, he raised his head in a daze, and sat up straight - Viktor Nikiforov was standing in front of him, with a slight anger on his face - —he's wearing a shirt, his jacket slipping off Yuuri and onto the ground.

"You think a dozen beers can knock me out?" Victor picked up his coat and put it back on Yuuri, pulling a stool over to sit next to him.Then he motioned for Sarah to take a glass and a small bottle of freshly opened sake.He frowned at the clear liquid, then drank it down, "What are you doing? Huh? Seduce him?"

He looked at Sarah who didn't react.After hearing his question, the latter held his forehead with one hand, and his pretty eyebrows drooped—she really felt that she was a little white rabbit lying innocently, and she even began to regret receiving this Two neuroses.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Sarah replied a little angrily.Victor, however, kept looking into her eyes, as if to judge whether she was lying or not.

Yuuri Katsuki sat aside, watching them stare at each other.He didn't even notice what Victor and Sara said, his mind was on fire and blank since Victor appeared in front of him.Alcohol made his sanity disappear completely, those rules and those taboos that had been carefully kept all gone—he just wanted to look at him now, at his tough profile and short silver hair, his familiar, The broad shoulders and the graceful lines of the whole body, even the slender fingers he used to hold the glass.

Victor.He heard himself say.

Didn't you say you want to see me clearly?You don't look at her, no, don't look at anyone, just me.

Victor's coat slipped to the floor again.Katsuki Yuuri stood up from the stool, and he reached out a hand to grab Victor's tie.Then he bent over and turned his face sideways.

An impulsive, moist kiss landed on Victor's lips.