[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

Ever since Yuuri started his nightmarish ballet basics tutorial, he was forced to get used to the Russian menu—breakfast of black bread and yogurt, frequent barbecues, all kinds of salted fish, and mutton soup dumplings that Yuuri couldn't bear.He missed the fried pork cutlet very much, and he also yearned for the black fish caviar that Victor said-he said it was his reward after he finished his studies.But he must strictly control his weight because the heat of the barbecue is too high.At the same time, he was also subtly influenced by these foreigners—often overly direct and enthusiastic expressions of emotion—he once saw a man say something loudly to a woman at the door of the dance classroom building, and then they If there is no one else, hug each other.Victor told him it was saying "I love you".

Up to now, that nice Russian sentence will occasionally go round and round in his mind, and he has never cared so much about Victor not being an authentic Japanese—that way he wouldn’t have so many troubles, after all, “like” and “love” "Is there any difference?Why do Japanese people say "love" is to express passion for something?Why do Japanese people always say "like" when they confess their lovers?Does this mean "love"?Or is "love" something of a higher order?

He thought that his feelings for Victor had reached all the limits of his emotional cognition, but Victor never said "love" to him.Is this simply out of respect for him being Japanese?Or did they not reach that level?

That bothered him enough, but there were other things that bothered him, like the present moment.

Practicing alone after class, he managed a jumping spin on his toes, and then his dancing shoes bumped on the slippery floor, and he fell down again in a magnificent way.

"Idiot! Pig!"

I don't know how many curses came from outside the venue, and they were in standard Japanese. What's even more ridiculous is that the word "idiot" is still pronounced in a Kansai accent.He got up, panting with his hands on his knees, and stared at the blond boy who scolded him loudly.Victor next to him shrugged helplessly and apologetically at him.

Viktor told him that Yuri Presetti was a friend he met when he went back to Moscow to study at university.Viktor always had that hearty laugh in front of him, like when he was talking to Chris, and it made Yuuri's annoyance worse—why couldn't Katsuki Yuuri make Viktor like this?

This 16-year-old boy is Lilia's favorite student. He has a bad mouth but a good person-although Yuuri has not yet seen how "good" he is.Maybe he's annoyed that Yuuri's class can't continue with his own, which is understandable, but he always sits between him and Viktor with a plate when they have lunch, and then one lunch break It became a joke meeting for him and Victor.He would knock on Victor's door almost every night, holding Lilia's dessert, and would not leave until midnight - if Victor hadn't chased him away, he would probably have stayed.Although Victor told Yuuri that Yuri was just a naughty younger brother to him, except for Victor himself who didn't know it, everyone could see that this little guy was possessive of him.This makes Yuuri very angry, and what's more, Victor actually taught him Japanese. Although Yuri must have learned these two words on purpose, didn't he know that it was obviously used to scold him?

So at this moment, Yuuri suppressed his anger and walked slowly to Yuri, motioning for Victor to translate.Then he said softly, "Why can't you be as polite as Victor? You always thought you were his kind?"

Yuuri wanted to see Viktor's attitude - but he literally translated it in a slightly stifled laugh like he was looking at two kids.

A blush of anger welled up on Yuri Prisetti's fair face, and he was easily irritated like an immature lion cub.He walked into the arena and glared at Yuuri, "I don't know what Victor brought you here for, you're obviously not the same kind of person as us, you have no talent!" He stomped his feet, "I'll give you a week to fight with me Mai - I won't bully you, you just need to complete all the movements that the coach has taught you these days and you will win! Otherwise, just leave me alone and go back to your Japan," he lifted his feet and shouted at Yuuri's face Say, "Idiot!"

"Yuri. You're going too far." Viktor raised his eyebrows, and he could see that he was finally a little angry.Yuuri turned his face and asked him loudly, "What is he talking about, tell me word by word!"

Viktor glared at Yuri again, and slowly translated everything—except for the last sentence "Go back to Japan", but Yuuri instead had a feeling of not admitting defeat because Viktor was finally getting a little angry.He looked at Yuri seriously and said, "It's an appointment." Then he strode out of the classroom without looking at them again.

Victor felt that Yuuri was too strange recently - he watched Yuuri follow Lilia in class step by step every day, the state was no different from the beginning, and he was still often punished to double practice.He used to observe Yuuri's expression in the big mirror on the classroom wall, but found nothing - as if the conflict with Yuri that day didn't exist at all.Then he tried to persuade Yuuri not to care at all during the meal, and Yuuri readily agreed, but his expression prevented Viktor from continuing the topic-his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were determined and calm, as if this was in him Before an extremely important game in his life, he was full of fighting spirit and ready for battle.

It gave him a different kind of maturity than before, just like he forced Victor to arrange his future plans that day.He seems to have really grown up.This made Viktor uncomfortable and slightly fascinated, but—

As for?

On this night after another attempt to make peace with Yuuri but was rejected, Victor looked at the big boy sleeping peacefully next to him who went to bed on time every day and got up early on time without an alarm clock, and thought again helplessly.He also fell into an uneasy sleep following Yuuri's gradually steady breathing.

However, around midnight, Katsuki Yuuri quietly got up from the bed, glanced at Victor, and walked out of the bedroom lightly.He put on his coat and gloves in the hallway, hesitating or not wearing a mask and scarf—that would get in the way when he was running.Then he quietly turned the doorknob and walked into the biting night wind.

The snow in Russia seems to never end.Messy little snowflakes danced in the night sky like ice crystals, and the frozen street lamps shone like egg yolk but not warm.

Katsuki Yuuri ran along the street, and soon he took off his coat and tied it around his waist, and continued to run to a small park not far away, where there was a small open space and some fitness equipment, he and Victor took the horse every day Where Kachin takes a walk.

He has been thinking about "love" these days.He thought about his experience in this since he was a child. If the love for something is considered love, then this kind of thing must be very precious or excellent, and vice versa for people.And how did Victor understand the importance of this challenge to him?How can the ordinary and lackluster Katsuki Yuuri be worthy of letting the dazzling Victor say the word "love"?Doesn't he know how restless he's been since he's been with him?He was actually grateful to Yuri, at least he gave this opportunity—to prove that he is no worse than anyone who casually approached Victor, and to increase the chance of making Victor "love" him.

The biting cold wind quickly made his face numb, and the snowflakes and the sweat on his hair quickly formed ice crystals, making his head look like a white velvet hat.But he was thinking about his thoughts while pressing his legs on the horizontal bar in the park, almost unconscious.He didn't even realize that his throat was uncomfortable, he was coughing all the time - he was completely immersed in this daily late night practice.He also didn't realize that Victor had been following him since he left the house and was watching him from behind a tree.

Viktor looked at the figure who was exercising in the snowflakes all over the world - he didn't sleep well at all tonight, at first he thought Yuuri got up to go to the bathroom, but he suddenly remembered that Yuuri didn't have the habit of waking up at night.He followed him quietly all the way, and because he promised to respect him and stop interfering too much in protecting him, he controlled the urge to take him back for the nth time.This is Russia!A freezing Russian winter night!He decided to drag him back in another 5 minutes, but at this time Yuuri had put on his coat and looked ready to go back—so he hurriedly returned the same way secretly, got home early and lay down on the bed.

Victor stroked the remaining snow from his head on the pillow, and covered himself with the quilt to pretend to be asleep.After about a few minutes, he heard the sound of the door opening and closing again.After a while, he felt the weight of the bed next to him, and the quilt was pulled away by a corner.But Yuuri didn't come closer - he obviously didn't want his cold body to be close to Viktor.

Victor could smell the cold air outside on his body, and he seemed to cover his cough twice with his hands.Maybe he's been like this for several nights—Victor has never blamed himself so much for his carelessness.So he turned over pretending to be in a deep sleep, and wrapped Yuuri tightly in his arms.

And in the next few days, Yuuri found that he never had the chance to go out to practice late at night-Victor seemed to fall in love with staying up late reading a book or listening to the radio.He always sat on the sofa in the living room like a guard, turning a deaf ear to Yuuri's call to sleep.In the end, Yuuri could only drink the cold medicine he had prepared, and lie on the bed obediently to sleep.But he always has to feel the warmth of the person next to him or the familiar hug in a blur before his head sinks into a deep sleep.

Then came the thing that bothered Lilia - the person on duty at the porter started asking for overtime pay because Yuuri was always practicing late in the classroom.This also caused Yuri to knock on Victor's door for two nights, but no one answered.He quietly came to the door of the classroom and saw that the room was brightly lit.Victor leaned against the wall with a cup of coffee, watching Yuuri practice the moves he learned in today's class over and over again.

Yuuri held on to the railing and made simple foundations such as wiping the ground with one foot on the side and the front, and then he started splitting legs vertically on the floor as if he had made up his mind.

To be honest, it was too difficult for Yuuri who had no foundation before-even though he has been trying to open up his body recently, it is too late to start exercising at his age.This can maximize the flexibility of his body, but Lilia didn't ask him to do this, and of course the sword doesn't need it either, but he clearly insisted with a kind of obstinate blindness.

Yuri looked at Viktor—there seemed to be no reaction.But he didn't know how many times Viktor had stopped Yuuri, and he didn't know that every time he looked at Yuuri like this, he would frown, like a ball of burning cotton stuffed in his heart.

Yuuri's sweat was already soaking through his black exercise clothes, his bangs were sticking to his forehead in a ball, but he was gritting his teeth and pressing down on his legs, which had been opened a lot for a while, but still less .But Victor had already coughed hard—this was a serious warning message, if he pressed harder, his leg might be broken.So he tried his best to maintain this angle, and beads of sweat rolled down his face.

Yuri Prisetti didn't continue to look, he shook his head and threw the hair on his forehead to his face, and strode away from the corridor.

Lilia nodded sternly as she watched her student's smooth movements.Victor at the side was puzzled.Why did Yuri temporarily change the rules, why didn't he dance together but chose to dance the first half by himself and leave the climax of the song to Yuuri?

The tune is simple and classic "Waltz".The melody of the whole song is relatively soothing and beautiful, and Yuri's figure in white exercise clothes is like a proud and beautiful white swan.He spun and moved in the winter sunlight coming through the huge glass windows, his graceful toes and wrist movements were impeccable.Viktor shook his head and sighed—he knew Yuuri couldn't beat him.But he soon fell into doubt again - Yuri didn't do any difficult moves, what he did was just the basic moves that Yuuri had learned these days, as if he was demonstrating.

Soon, he stopped gracefully in a bar of the music, and Lilia signaled Yuuri, who had been sternly on the sidelines, to come on stage.

Yuuri took a quick deep breath and walked into the venue, and into the music that followed.He stretched his arms as gracefully as Yuri could, spinning and jumping lightly.He already understood Yuri's plan, the only difference was that he was at the climax of the music.

So he paid attention to the inconspicuous ups and downs in the climax part of the song, and added his own style to the movements.He spun around on his toes, different from Yuri's soft elegance, he moved on the field with his own chic.He was doing all the simple movements smoothly in the order Yuri showed, and at the same time he thought of kendo for no reason. . .Then his movements became more imposing and fierce—at the end of the music, he imitated Yuri's jump and split jump—he made a small sprint with small steps, and then succeeded by trying to split He lifted his toes into the air after hard training—a big split jump, but he didn’t stop. He took advantage of the situation to do a spin, and then another split jump, and another—he jumped three times in a row, and then At the last note of the end of the music, he barely stopped, but his posture was not perfect, he was crooked, and he managed to stand upright with difficulty.

Victor first slapped his hands with a smile—this is too surprising, although he is still not as good as Yuri, but at least he has made a breakthrough with his own physical strength.

"Courage is worthy of recognition, but you should be more graceful." Lilia said to Yuuri, there was still no smile on her face, but her tone had softened a lot, "You need to—" "Because you changed your pace temporarily, so I won It’s over, you pig!” Yuri interrupted his teacher’s hard-won patience in teaching.

"Yeah." Yuuri didn't care what he was saying, just smiled shyly at him, blushing.This made Yuri blushed without saying a word, and it took a long time before he snorted and walked away swaggeringly.

But Yuuri and Viktor don't care what anyone else does or says anymore, and they smile happily at each other.Then hooked up and decided to go home and celebrate Yuuri's "failure".So they bought cakes, fruit platters, and frozen borscht.But as they were setting the table and waiting for Yuri's familiar doorbell, the phone rang.

Victor answered the phone, still smiling—but slowly, his smile faded.He responded to the phone twice in a rare short cut, and then hung up.He turned around, and Yuuri saw his stiff expression.

"Your father," Victor said reluctantly, "he wants us to go back immediately, immediately, together."