[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

Moscow is covered with snow in January, the buildings are covered with thick snow caps, the branches of the trees have become thick snow strips, and the trees are covered with silver, just like the beautiful Christmas trees deliberately decorated in Japan— —But the temperature is much colder than in Japan.

Yuuri was wearing his heaviest attire—a thick cotton coat over a heavy fleece overcoat that Victor had strongly requested, a cotton mask and scarf, but when he stood in the newly built, shiny Moscow In the narrow square outside Vnukovo Airport, I was still shivering with cold.Viktor pushed the hood of his coat over his head from behind, blocking the snowflakes that were still blowing over their heads.

They pulled the suitcases and waited in the cold wind.Yuuri is recovering from the excitement of flying for the first time, where he was clinging to the armrests of his chair about 15 minutes ago, with a rollercoaster look on his face while Victor laughed at him all the way.Now his mind drifted away in waiting with the other emotion of being away from home.

I don't know if my parents know or not—they spent New Years together in Japan, and Mari still has occasional worries that scare Yuuri, but it doesn't seem like what he's worried about has happened yet.My parents are still so kind and warm, and we all repaired the house together a few years ago, and then had a lively meal of rice cakes and hot pot during the New Year—no one brought up unpleasant topics, and even the leg injury gradually healed Chris was not offended either.At the New Year's banquet, their parents expressed their blessings for their upcoming trip, and hoped that Yuuri would return to Kyushu after defeating his old enemy, and come back with a local champion or something.

He glanced at Viktor, who was looking intently at the street corner, with a hint of a smile on his lips—he was obviously happy to be back in his hometown, which comforted Yuuri a little bit about the various uneasiness ahead.But when the other party noticed that his gaze quickly turned his head and looked at him with a widening smile, he still lowered his eyes a little embarrassedly—he didn't want to discuss with Victor what the other party wanted to discuss all the time, the past , on the topic of his Christmas and birthday presents.He thought about a lot of gifts, they had given each other many gifts since they were young, bought in gift shops, handmade by themselves, etc., but he had never been so troubled like this time before—he wanted to respond to the birthday that Victor gave him gift, he racked his brains to imagine how Victor would be the happiest in their current state, so he did just that - he also drank a lot of wine before that night to strengthen his courage and thicken his skin, although that After that, he still made excuses to lie in bed for two days.

Victor seemed happy, and it was all worth it.Yuuri thought, raising his head and looking at the road with cars passing by with him.

A small yellow jeep crossed the street and stopped in front of them, and Victor took a step forward.Yuuri craned his neck curiously, so he could quickly see what the new teacher Viktor told him was like, but with the sound of the car door being kicked open with a "bang", a boy with a short blond hair and a handsome face walked away down.He walked straight up to Victor, and shook Victor's arm hard with the pouch on his shoulder. "Why didn't you die of old age abroad, you old man!"

"Yuri! What are you doing here?" Victor began to rub his forehead helplessly.

"My teacher condescends to pick you up, and Yuri will temporarily suspend class."

Yuuri looked at the woman coming out of the car, and he guessed she was Lilia Baranovskaya, but it wasn't what he remembered—Yakov's ex-wife was tall and strapped He has a high bun, wearing a long ginger down jacket, high heels, high cheekbones, serious eyes with hanging eyes.He couldn't see how she had anything to do with Kendo.

Lilia looked around at Yuuri who was standing next to Victor (the latter hastily tossed off his hat), and said to Victor, "That's him? He's not in shape at all."

Yuuri couldn't understand what she was saying, but based on her sizing up and her expression, she seemed very dissatisfied with him?Before he had time to react, the blond boy with the same pronunciation as his name jumped in front of him, provocatively looking at his bloated figure due to the cotton coat and his face that was a little red due to nervousness.

"You promised me, dear Lilia." Victor spread his hands, "Believe me, I never miss my eyes."

Lilia was noncommittal.She turned and motioned for them all to get in the car. "You sit in the front!" The blond boy pushed Yuuri's back and got into the back seat first.So Yuuri awkwardly opens the front door and sits in the passenger seat.

Yuuri was in a state of anxiety along the way, and he watched Ms. Lilia skillfully steering the steering wheel next to him, and a dancing plastic figurine pendant dangled in front of the car window.And the sound of playing and laughing from the back row from time to time made him even more upset—the Russian boy seemed to be full of hostility towards him, obviously they didn't know each other before.why?What else around him, Katsuki Yuuri, could make the other party care about——

Victor.Yuuri was sure in his heart.He looked at the street scene outside the car window, and tried hard to resist the urge to look into the back seat—the boy had been chatting with Victor, and Victor burst into laughter from time to time, which was as familiar as when he was with Chris And heartily.

"When will you be able to keep your mouth shut? And why don't you teach me Russian?"

It was night at this moment, and Yuuri was lying on the sofa of Victor's house, his whole body was as limp as a pile of lifeless cotton wool, "I almost thought you had something wrong with your brain—my profession is a kendo player, not a ballet dancer!"

One afternoon, he was in Lilia's dance studio being called around by her to do basic physical exercises - he didn't know at first that he was entering a dance studio, and he couldn't even read the signboard.In the end he knew that he really wanted to learn ballet from the former chief dancer—Victor and that Yuri had been watching him from outside the railing, the former was acting as an interpreter, while the latter was purely watching jokes—he pointed out from time to time Watching him mockingly laugh.

"Of course I know." Victor came out of the kitchen, ice pack in hand, "Come down and play, Makachin." He shoved the gray poodle off Yuuri's back, the dog a second ago On Yuuri's back he sniffed Yuuri's head with interest.

"Do you still remember the purpose of your family's Beichen Yidao style?" He rolled up Yuuri's trouser legs and began to apply ice packs to his strained calf.

"A clean cut? You want me to use swordsmanship into kendo again." Yuuri gasped, the ice pack seemed to make his muscles ache even more.

"Okay. I remember you thinking about your marbles when your dad told us about it." Victor smiled. "You lost all your marbles when you played against people."

"Say the point!"

But Victor didn't answer.He glances at the burning fireplace and motions for Yuuri to sit up and pull off his pants.The latter took off his trousers shyly, and watched Victor's hands move around with an ice pack on his leg in his underwear.Yuuri looked at Victor's serious face hesitantly, trying not to think about strange things, but——

Isn't ice compress supposed to stay on the affected area for a while before applying it to other affected areas?Why is his ice pack running around with ice cubes on his skin?

Yuuri felt his skin itch where he'd brushed it, and a small layer of goosebumps rose unconsciously.Also, he wasn't completely in the calf area, he moved to his thigh, even the inner thigh. . .The cold and provocative touch made the place he touched feel hot instead of cold, and he looked up at the other person's face again—still very serious, as if this was the most serious contact between a doctor and a patient.So he suppressed his accelerated heartbeat and let him continue.Until the piece of ice wrapped in plastic touched his. . .He took a breath and covered the somewhat protruding tent.

Victor finally laughed out loud, "Great, you're fine. I thought you were always busy and lost the function you should have."

"I'll do it myself, you won't at all!" Yuuri snatched the ice pack angrily, trying to ignore the flames that had been picked up.Victor didn't answer, but just stood there with interest, resting his cheeks, as if he was earnestly learning the "correct way of applying ice".

Yuuri is bathed in his gaze, uncomfortable, but he knows he's doing it on purpose—well, let you do it on purpose.

He even took off his shirt, fully stretched his body on the sofa with his chest bare, and then began to wipe his body with ice cubes as if taking a bath, frowning and shrugging his shoulders continuously, as if stretched in many places all over his body. The injury troubled him.Then he rested the ice cube in the hollow of his neck, closed his eyes, and let out a breath—a relaxed, languid look on his face with a touch of ballet allure, and he stretched his legs , greatly divided, the whole person just spread loosely on the sofa without any defense.

Soon, he felt a person pressing on him, and he heard the other person's heavy breathing in his ear. "Since you don't know how to apply ice, why don't we use ice to do something else."

Yuuri immediately regrets it - Viktor pushes himself up, and then he feels a chill in that part that makes him jump, and then falls into a warmth.Biphasic stimulation made him cry out.

. . . . . .

"If it wasn't for your injuries and you still have to train tomorrow, I won't let you go." Victor hugged Yuuri on the sofa, his voice couldn't hide his smile, "I helped you, now it's your turn me."

Katsuki Yuuri got up, shook his blank head, glared at him, turned his back to him and put his hand on his belt.

Fortunately, no one saw my expression now.Yuuri thought to himself—who knows how much he longed for the behavior he was doing now.

"You're beautiful, Yuuri."

After the two idiots who failed to seduce each other finished cleaning up the mess and sat on the sofa drinking tea, Victor continued the serious topic. "Your match against Tokugawa a few years ago was beautiful. You made me think of a possibility that no one thought about. Think about it. Dance and kendo are two seemingly unrelated things, but if—" He After a pause, "The purpose of Beichen Yidao Style is that it does not simply want to express tactics, but an art."

Yuuri thought of its founder Chiba Shusaku. . .He was lost in thought.Then he looked at the other party and continued, "I know you are reluctant, but you just need to learn some basics. Originally, I wanted to go to China, but no one can speak Chinese - they have an ancient art called 'dancing sword'..."

Yuuri listened to him talk about his thoughts tirelessly, watching the familiar expression of enthusiasm when he was passionate about something, but his mind wandered elsewhere.An annoyance from the past began to reappear a little bit-Victor was doing everything for him, not for himself.He never said he was going to play again, nor did he apply his college knowledge to himself.It was fine before, he might not be able to interfere too much with his interests, but now it's different - he can't watch Victor's supposedly brilliant life be completely wasted on himself, he wants to ask for more for Victor himself.

"Victor," he interrupted, "do you want to be a doctor or something? I can ask my dad to find you a suitable place, but if you want to be here I can't help you."

Viktor glared at him—he knew what he was saying in a split second, but he was still a little annoyed. "I don't want to be a doctor," he said stiffly.Of course he thinks about his future, but that's variable - it changes with Yuuri.So he quickly adjusted a smile, "I just want to be your—" He moved his face closer and tried to kiss him, but Yuuri quickly avoided it.

"I don't want to argue with you. I know I'm going to lose." Yuuri said seriously, "But you have to give me an answer, before I learn the basics of dancing. I want to know if you have your own goals— ——If your answer is to be my long-term follower forever or something, then you'd better think about the consequences."

Victor felt that Yuuri had become a little strange for a moment—he was always gentle and obedient, even when he gave advice to him, he often blushed before finishing his words cautiously, and even when he was angry, he was like a child Equally impulsive and kind.But now he has a mature personality, just like the serious physics teacher when he was in school.

He tried to get back to his original home ground, so he started to raise his voice to defend himself, trying to make Yuuri let his own arrangements and plans like he always did, regardless of his own future.But no matter how hard he tried this time, he couldn't succeed—Yuuri was persistent, his expression was serious, and his words were stern, as if this problem was extremely important to him, it seemed to be another problem that broke out after he hoarded, he Ignoring any of Viktor's excuses, as if he had to come up with a plan that had nothing to do with Yuuri Katsuki and only thought about his own life - this made Viktor a little annoyed, but at the same time he had a vague sense of familiarity -

Who is this like?