[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

Katsuki Yuuri was lying on his stomach in his room with Phichit, trying to move his lower/half/body, but he immediately gasped for breath and didn't dare to move - his back was still ripped and uncomfortable.He had probably been numbed by the alcohol at the time, and after another morning of sleep in his bunk, the hangover headache and heavy back pain made him realize what had happened last night.He vaguely remembered that he was taken to the bathtub by Victor after that, he was washed drowsily by the other party in the bubbles and hot water, and then he was held in his arms again and slept until morning.However, in the early morning, he found that even if he was physically strong, his legs were weak when he stood up at that time, so he was half dragged and half carried by Victor back to the gym.Viktor didn't say anything important in the process, but he still gave him a hard kiss on the forehead as he walked away - although it still embarrassed him.

"Oh, look at our little pity." Phichit opened the door and came in, with a plastic bag on his arm and a smell of shower gel on his body, "You can rest for two more days. I can tell Fujiwara you— — um, a bad cold?"

"Shut up".Yuuri said weakly.He didn't want to recall the expression on Phichit's face when Victor knocked on the bedroom door in his half-embraced early in the morning.He should have had more, he wouldn't remember anything - but he didn't really regret it.If he could, he would never and would not want to forget that unforgettable memory with Victor.

"Good boy, eat." Phichit placed a small bench next to Yuuri's bed, and started to take out the bento box from the plastic bag. "Let's see, Victor ordered the menu—chicken breast, eggs, salad, and milk." He opened the milk carton, "Don't look at me, open your mouth. I know you want Victor to make these himself, but his ad is here Later ... and he told me he was going to start his fitness program again—maybe he's still running in the park."

Yuuri obediently took a few sips through the straw with his milk in his mouth - it's no point in pretending that nothing happened between him and Victor in front of Phichit now.But he quickly snatched the spoon from the opponent's hand-this must be what Victor ordered to feed him, but his arm is obviously fine, okay?

Everything seemed to be the same—he wasn’t yet something of Victor’s, but everything seemed to be different again—he had that relationship with Victor.So now he and Victor are good friends having an affair?But isn't Victor out of simple drunkenness?

Anyway, he's Victor's man now?

He's got a piece of chicken stuck in his throat - he sucks a few gulps of milk.It's so unfair.If he's Victor's, then Victor. . .Whose?

"Don't be nervous." Victor stood in front of the locker room door and took his travel bag, "You know you can, I've always believed in it."

Yuuri nodded at him.His eyes fell on the scarf on the other's shoulder - it was bought when they went shopping together recently, and it was now on one side.He reached over to the tail of the scarf to straighten it up and try to tie it tighter, then he patted Viktor's shoulders for the non-existent dust on his coat, and took one last look at him, shivering from the cold November wind. With a red nose, she turned and entered the dressing room.

He and Victor spent the last days of the winter exam in harmony, and then returned to Kyoto together by Shinkansen.Said it was harmony - Yuuri walked past people changing clothes, opened the closet with his name tag on it - it was so ambiguous that it made him eat popping candies every day, as sweet and heart-pounding.Victor often "snapped" him, often hugging him when he was about to fall, or staring at him deeply for a few seconds before laughing and ruffling his hair.He kissed his hand, kissed the top of his head, and always invited him to sleep with him—every time he refused with a blushing face, Phichit rolled around on the bed with his hands on his belly, laughing.

Many times he saw Viktor hesitate to talk to him, but often he shook his head again and moved on to a new topic.The only incident that impressed him was that he went to pour water during training, and Victor blocked him in the pantry, leaned against the wall and kissed him hard on the lips through the cup he was holding. "I have something to tell you." He heard the other person whispering in his ear in a heartbeat, "but not now." Then he turned and walked away, leaving Yuuri holding his water glass and unable to recover for a long time.

Now Yuuri is walking towards the dojo wearing his armor and holding a bamboo sword, and then he hears his name on the radio.I saw the bustling spectators in the stands in the venue, and there were swaying banners-there was a cheering slogan of a certain university written on it.He sees the judges at the judging table, including Kim Jong Kazuhiko—he frowns as Yuuri pushes his glasses as he enters the dojo.

He was starting to get a little nervous again.The huge stands around him were a gray blur under the blinding lights overhead—he couldn't wear glasses with his mask, but that didn't stop him from feeling those sights.He looked at the burly opponents already on the field and the referees in suits, and then started looking frantically for Victor on the sidelines—he spotted him almost immediately, and he must have been on the closest one because of his eyesight. Behind the temporary railing, he held his travel bag in his arms, and looked at himself with his hands in his trouser pockets.Around him, some girls were chattering about him, but he obviously didn't listen at all - he was staring at himself intently.

He has some courage.He knew that even though he was wearing this black protective gear that was exactly like a human being, Victor would still be able to recognize his figure accurately—this made him a little hot in the tension of holding his heart.

The referee was already in position, he looked at both sides, and began to raise his right arm.At this moment, Yuuri glanced in Victor's direction quickly and uncertainly—for a moment he frantically tried to find the affirmation of the other person's gaze, he even wanted to open his mouth to order him something, but the other party gave him an answer in an instant— —He nodded slightly to him, his eyes were firm and confident, his lips were tightly pressed, as if to say to him——

I will always look at you, and only you.

Yuuri Katsuki took a deep breath.For a moment, he felt that all the audience except Victor had disappeared.He was full of strength.He swung the bamboo sword at the much stronger opponent almost calmly.

one knife.two knives.Three swords.He calmly withdrew his opponent's blows, and always went up to cross swords when his opponent tried to land a heavy blow.He silently recited the content of the nine-type thirteen swords, and added the thirteen swords tricks to his attack.He was satisfied to see that the opponent read his intentions, and every move he made was dispelled by the opponent's recited text, but he was not in a hurry.He was counting the tricks in his mind, and suddenly played a card out of common sense - he used a knife shape in the first half, and made the posture that should be connected next, but he faltered with the knife and used it. One of the most common thrusts hit the opponent's elbow.

The referee yelled. After 1 minute, he ended the first game with condescending confidence.He didn't even turn his head to look at Viktor in the second bout that quickly began - he believed he was looking at him the whole time, giving him seemingly inexhaustible strength.He recalled the plan that Victor gave him before the match, but he didn't follow his plan completely—he started to move with big strides, as if this was not kendo but swordsmanship, and he remembered the Kitagawa sword that his father showed him when he was a child According to the picture album, his sword arc is getting bigger and bigger and more beautiful-there are exclamations in the arena-those movements look so dangerous, but Yuuri didn't give the opponent any room to sneak in files.His stride almost evaded all the opponent's attacks, and then he began to take advantage of the opponent's hesitation to hit all the scoring parts at once.

Both elbows, chest and abdomen, face. . .Not all of the attacks worked, but clearly he had the upper hand - he won.

When he raised his hands holding the bamboo sword and turned around to look at Victor's approving gaze, his heart was lifted—Victor didn't open his arms to him with cheers like many times before, and his expression was very serious.Yuuri gave him an embarrassed smile.The other just keeps staring at him, but the gaze grows deeper and deeper, until the corner of his mouth curls into a kind of wicked smile, the way he always looks at Yuuri for a few seconds.

That makes Yuuri throw away the mask and bamboo sword and stride over the railing to wrap his arms around his neck.

"It's dangerous." Yuuri said resentfully, at this time they walked through the cross flow of the crowd, walked through the corridor and prepared to leave. "You passed anyway, and I think you did well." Viktor shrugged and patted his head again.

Just now the five judges were arguing over his result - he performed very well in the first round, but in the second round he was a bit "unusual", so only three judges judged him to pass - he barely got three segment qualifications.

They turned a corner and saw what seemed to be happening at the corner—several people formed a circle, as if trying to persuade a fight.Yuuri was dumbfounded when they took a closer look curiously.

"He performed so well, yet you gave him such a low score!" Inoue Ryuichi was grabbing Kim Jong Kazuhiko by the collar and muttering, "Do you want to drink some more muddy water, huh?"

Kim Jong's glasses were crooked, and there was a bruise around his eye.He pushed Long Yi's hand away expressionlessly, stopped and fixed his glasses, "I announce that you have been expelled. The Kyoto Kendo Association has no more students like you."

Long Yi spat on the ground, "Before I beat you, I had this awareness, an unfair teacher like you is not worthy of teaching me." He turned around and saw Yuuri.He's pleasantly surprised for a moment, but then he sees Victor next to Yuuri, and the smile disappears—Victor's hand is still on Yuuri's shoulder.He pushed through the crowd and strode away down the corridor.

"Dragon One!" Yuuri yelled and started chasing him, he felt that he should say sorry and thank him - Kim Jong gave him the lowest score, and he obviously intended to disqualify Yuuri.

Long Yi stopped.He turned to look at Yuuri and Victor, who was slowly following. "Thank you—" Yuuri Katsuki said sincerely, and then apologized sheepishly, "I'm sorry, what should you do next? You can't do this for me, really—" "Then you do everything for who did it What about it?" Long Yi interrupted him, his eyes flicked between Victor and Yuuri, "I don't understand you, you were driven like a slave every day in order to practice in Kyoto, and you didn't have a single complaint, you are so so —and this guy comes along," he nodded Victor with his chin, "you just give up here. Even if he's a celebrity, you trust him that much? I don't know what ecstasy soup he poured into you, but you know According to his appearance like a playboy brother, how much truth is there?"

Viktor starts to fold his arms again seriously, but he doesn't say anything, he wants to respect Yuuri's answer.But Yuuri was awkwardly silent.He was embarrassed how Long Yi found so much information, but he obviously misunderstood Victor's character, which he couldn't tolerate.So he tried his best to be calm and apologetic, "It's not what you think, Long Yi. Victor is very good, he will do anything for me."

"Even if it's like this!" Long Yi yelled irritably, "But you said that you saved his life, right? He must have done everything to repay his kindness, right? Don't think too much," he said. Putting on a weird tone, "It's likely that he even paid for himself in order to thank you—"

Yuuri fell silent again.But there was indeed a place in his heart that was uneasy—it wasn’t that the other party said to repay the favor, but he remembered that they both drank the night he was hugged by Victor. Although he thought it was impossible, did Victor really It's a little bit-"drunken sex", in fact, it's the same for everyone?This is why he has always refused to live with Victor.So at this moment, he was successfully aroused and lowered his gaze.He didn't realize that Victor had been watching his expression.

"Ha, look, I know—" "Shut your mouth." Victor pushed Long Yi hard, causing him to take two steps back and sit on the ground, "If it wasn't for the reason you helped Yuuri, Now your nose is blooming," he says harshly, then turns to Yuuri, "Look me in the eyes."

Yuuri looked up reluctantly, meeting those beautiful blue eyes.Then he heard Viktor look him in the eyes firmly and say, "You know I'm not repaying you." He saw Yuuri nod knowingly, then glanced back at Ryuichi on the ground, motioning for him to listen too, and then he aggravated Looking into Yuuri's eyes again, he said word by word:

"I wasn't drunk and having sex that day. I was serious."