[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

"Hi~Yuuri, it's great that you're home." A beautiful Russian woman with long blond wavy hair and green eyes squeezed open the paper door and walked in unsteadily—her arms were full of people, big and small. Paper bag or box, "Can you help me? Whoops—" A rectangular hardcover box fell.

Yuuri hurriedly stood up from the tea table, wiped his mouth in a panic (it was covered with rice grains a second ago), and took some boxes and paper bags in three steps at a time, "Anfisa—why did you buy such a bag?" How many, what are these?"

The tall Russian woman precariously placed those things on the tea table, pushing away Yuuri's pork chop rice, "I don't know when there will be so many."

"You really look like Viktor," Yuuri said resignedly, and sat down at the table after her.However, this ordinary sentence immediately caused the woman on the opposite side to yell and cover her eyes, "Is it really that obvious, oh my god, Vicha—he doesn't hate me!"

Looking at her appearance, Yuuri felt even more sure that she, like him, was one of Victor's many admirers, probably a member of the "Victor's Blood Support Club" at Brutz Medical University.He was even more helpless, and comforted: "He won't hate you, I promise he won't be angry with you at all, you know, that's how he is."

"It does seem like that, he never lost his temper with me, he was always gentle and polite," Anfisa said thoughtfully, taking his hands down, "Seriously—a bit too polite. She became a little depressed again, but she quickly adjusted her mood, "These are gifts for you, I said I would deliver them tomorrow, but Victor insisted that I come now, as if these gifts would grow feet tomorrow As if running away—Actually, I don’t intend to stay at his house tonight, but—Okay, Yuuri,” she picked up the rectangular gift box, “This is for you, Victor asked me to give it to you for him bought."

Yuuri took the cardboard box, feeling like a bird was singing in his heart.He hesitated to open it—forget it, let's wait until bedtime to enjoy it for a while.He stuffed it under the tea table, and found that the person opposite was looking at him with a smile, so he looked at her in embarrassment.

"You know—Victor said you wouldn't open it right away." Anfisa giggled, "He knows you very well, just like you know him very well. You two are really good friends!"

yes.good friend.It doesn't get any better.He understands me very well, but there is one thing he doesn't understand - Yuuri becomes more and more helpless and frustrated, but he finds that the woman opposite is still staring at him, with a familiar face on his face that he doesn't want to see expression.

"Why are you—dammit, you still want to listen to that?"

Anfisa giggled again, covered her mouth and said, "Yeah, good Yuuri, tell me more!"

Yuuri almost wants to push the woman out the door and back into her hotel, but he hears himself say dryly again, "I think, you haven't heard that... yeah, when Viktor was a kid , very good at writing, he once helped me write a love letter to a girl, really good, Japanese is obviously not his native language, is it? But he almost turned the love letter into a poem or prose in Japanese— —”

"This is it! A beautiful love letter!" Anfisa exclaimed in surprise, "It was only after hearing his love letter that I mustered up the courage to confess my love!"

"Wh-" Yuuri's tongue was tied, he had never heard of their relationship history, and he didn't want to know, but the inexplicable desire in his heart urged him to turn into an impatient expression, "Victor he- —What's the matter with you guys?"

"God, didn't he tell you?" the girl across the way began to narrate excitedly. "He has a lot of suitors in school, you know, but he hasn't dated any of them! I didn't dare at first." Yes, we were just friends until—until that day at the door of his dormitory, he must have known I was coming, and I was standing at the door in the corridor—I heard him begin to read a love letter."

Katsuki Yuuri looked away.His companion didn't notice his strangeness, and continued to recall with a flushed face, "You don't know how beautiful he writes! I was so flattered! So I went in and confessed to him! Said I liked him too!"

"Um, so he's definitely going to accept it?" Yuuri asked trying to follow along, his heart uncomfortably starting to contract abnormally.

"Well...he didn't accept it, and he didn't refuse." Obviously the situation at the time confused the girl, but she was still very happy, "Maybe he was too embarrassed to say it! But, I think that's it! So I Think I was right to follow him here!"

"You follow—" Yuuri wanted to be more specific, but his reason prevented him from continuing to say this, because his hands and feet were already cold and his head was dizzy, and he tried to make himself nonchalant, "Yeah, he It’s beautifully written! Also, look, when Victor first came, he helped me fight once, and he stuck that idiot’s head in the toilet urinal, and oh, he…”

He was talking ramblingly, slowly becoming happy, just like every time he told Anfisa about Victor's interesting stories - no matter how sour and depressed, he and she could always talk about Victor's things happily Laughing out loud - that's why the other party's Japanese has improved by leaps and bounds in less than a month.

Katsuki Yuuri was lying on his little bed, rubbing the rectangular box he had opened—a brand new tie inside, and then he thought of something, and threw the tie angrily into the closet at the foot of his bed superior.The tie fell with a snap, but it managed to catch the wardrobe handle and hang dangling there.

So angry.Although he was originally angry that Victor always laughed at his clothing taste, he suddenly thought of a deeper level, so he was even more angry, with unspeakable sadness.He got up, grabbed the tie, dropped it to the floor, and started stomping on it.

It's horrible.I would never wear this tie as your best man, even if you were wearing a suit like mine, and that tie I told you was the best looking you would never—

He looked at his feet. The tie was a familiar color, just like the one he wore when he first appeared in front of him four years later.Black with faint silver streaks.What does he mean?

Anfisa, you are wrong, I never knew him.never.Yuuri thought gloomily, sitting on the tatami with his back against his bed.

He couldn't imagine what Victor had done in those 4 years, how he had tried to get back to that university, how he could even afford the tuition?He only said that he went to find Yakov's ex-wife, went to the military office to handle some chores, and inherited part of his adoptive father's estate. Is Yakov a rich man?He didn't ask - but Viktor bought the old house now, bought furniture, even almost bought a car - if Yuuri didn't try to stop it.He also tried to pack Yuuri, dragging him from one end to the other in the most expensive shopping mall, throwing shirts, pants and even underwear on Yuuri who was following him regardless of the price—even if Jaco Husband is an invisible old Russian rich man, should he also jump out of the photo in the shrine and strangle his prodigal adopted son?

How hard does he work, how much skill does he have to afford everything including tuition fees, and make him a playboy when he comes back?

He is not human.He is Victor Nikiforov.Yuuri continued thinking silently.Even if he doesn't have his Katsuki Yuuri and Katsuki's family, he can still live as a shining, proud existence that he always looks up to.And he has such a good personality. When he was in this small town, if he wasn’t a foreigner, he would have been forced to marry eight times by girls in the town. Thick, not ordinary thick, like the moment he just came back, how could he act as if nothing had happened?Didn't he know how he felt then?How could he—— Yuuri Katsuki stroked his feverish ear root helplessly.

He is so annoying.