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Viktor doesn’t get up and chase after Yuuri, he hadn’t been able to get a glimpse of the words on Yuuri’s wrist. The bottom half of his face is under the water as he blows bubbles in it, his mind going through their past encounters, the two had never really said anything to each other. Sometimes they had just waved to each other.
So why was Yuuri acting like this? He can’t think of any reason why the other would be and the only reason he’s here is just to coach Yuuri. He likes Yuuri Katsuki, so he wants to coach him, that’s it. There shouldn’t be anything else to it.
Yuuri finds himself holed up in his room after dropping a robe and a towel off in the bathrooms. He felt he couldn’t breathe, Viktor Nikiforov is his soulmate. He doesn’t deserve that, he doesn’t deserve his idol, his inspiration and his everything as his soulmate. Viktor isn’t meant to be his, Viktor is meant to be someone else’s, someone better than him. Someone who isn’t awkward or afraid of the truth, someone who doesn’t run from confrontation.
He wants to be everything that Viktor wants, he wants to be everything Viktor needs but that’s not something he will ever be. Viktor was always just a figure to him, someone who he’d only ever seen and never talked to. He shakes his head and brings himself to go downstairs, he sees Viktor had fallen asleep and he smiles at the sight. He feels a warmth spreading throughout his chest, the way Viktor’s cuddling Makacchin it makes him happy, even though he knows that he could never deserve Viktor.
“Why’s he sleeping in the inn’s robes?!” Minako shouts at him bringing him out of his trance.
“He got out of the baths, had dinner and fell asleep…”
“Well this is big news in Russia, Yuuri, apparently he’s given up the season to coach you. When he saw that video of you people are saying he felt inspired, you brought him here Yuuri, he chose you. ” He doesn’t get a chance to reply before Viktor sits up, holding Makacchin close to his chest and his other hand rubbing his eyes. He sees the words again.
“Hungry…” The words slurred and Yuuri’s shocked that Viktor’s still hungry
“He’s still hungry..”
“V..Viktor what would you like to eat?” Yuuri’s words are rushed, he can’t have bought anyone from their home country, he couldn’t have caused that big of a reaction by just a routine.
“As your coach, I’d love to try your favourite food, Yuuri!”
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Viktor finds himself knocking on Yuuri’s door when he can’t sleep, he’s holding Makachin in one arm and knocking with the other.
“Yuuri..can we sleep together?”
“No!”
“Please, little piggy!” He knocks again and tries to open the door to find that there’s a force almost equal to his own pushing against it to keep him out. He pouts at the door and brings his fist down from it and sits against it. He hates sleeping alone in an unfamiliar country, he likes having the familiarity of someone else there to keep him company.
Yuuri feels Viktor’s weight move to the bottom of the door and he can just reach his desk to bring the chair over and put it under the handle. He quickly runs around the room, taking all the posters down and shoving them into a box and hiding it in the back of his cupboard. He doesn’t want to sleep without his soulmate, he can’t sleep without his soulmate now that he knows who they are. That they’re just sitting on the other side of that door.
He opens the door and Viktor falls back into his room,
“Yuuri!” He smiles from his position on the ground and Yuuri feels a pang in his chest. Yuuri shouts when he feels himself pulled down onto the ground next to Viktor.
The two just lie there with each other, Makacchin lying across the two of them.
“Why’d you come to Japan?” Viktor turns to face Yuuri, who’s just looking at the ceiling, the words are heavy and Viktor doesn’t know how to answer.
“Because, you surprised me Yuuri.”
“I..I don’t deserve you..” The words are hushed and he barely hears them but he does,
“What do you mean?”
“E..Eh, nothing..nothing, I said nothing.” Yuuri smiles and tries to wave it off. Viktor suddenly zeroes in on Yuuri’s wrist, there’s a wristband there, it looks like it hadn’t been worn in years.
“Yuuri...Can I see your wrist?” It isn’t a question.
Yuuri reluctantly reaches out his wrist for Viktor to see his words, this is it, this is the end of him. He doesn’t want Viktor to know, he’ll only bring him down. Viktor isn’t meant for him, he was only ever meant to watch from the sidelines, from the tv screen. He wasn’t meant to be with Viktor along the way.
“You’re...You’re my…” Yuuri notices tears in Viktor’s eyes and he’s taken aback. Why’s he crying? Viktor could have anyone he wants in the world.
“You didn’t tell me?” Yuuri just shakes his head,
“How could I? I’d only ever bring you down.”
“No..No you wouldn’t, I couldn’t be happier to be your soulmate Yuuri.” Viktor watches as Yuuri breaks down, letting his emotions take control.
“Y..You don’t mean that.” Yuuri sits up, “You don’t mean that, I don’t deserve you, I’m not good enough for you.”
Yuuri feels like he’s choking, this isn’t supposed to be how it goes, this isn’t supposed to be how any of this happens. Viktor was never supposed to see him like this, supposed to see all his insecurities. He was never supposed to see him crying and losing his mind the way he is.
“Stop it.” The words are like ice and he looks over at Viktor, he doesn’t know when Viktor had intertwined their hands together.
“B..But…”
“ Stop it.” Yuuri doesn’t say anything else, heat rising to his cheeks as Viktor brings himself even more into Yuuri’s personal space. He doesn’t do anything, the warmth in his hand leaves and apart of him misses it.
He feels the same hand caress his face now, Viktor’s thumb wiping away the tears that had started to fall.
“Yuuri, you’re good enough for me.” Yuuri wants to scream, he knows that Viktor’s wrong, he knows that he isn’t, he’ll never be good enough for Viktor.
“You’ll always be good enough for me, Yuuri.” Then Viktor’s lips are kissing his cheeks, kissing where the tears had trailed down, kissing along his jawbone and finally he kisses him on the lips.
It’s reassuring, it’s slow and it’s paced, Viktor’s lips still taste of Sake but he can taste mint there as well, he likes the way their lips fit together. Kissing Viktor is warm, his mind flashes to winters by the fire with his family and friends, to the feel of his skates again the ice, he sees everything he loves and he can’t help but smile when Viktor pulls away.
They’ll work out in the end, He knows they’ll be okay, they were made for each other and that won’t ever change, he’s still afraid that Viktor will find someone else. But he’s always been like that, he’s always worried too much.
Yuuri stands up and walks over to his bed, Viktor following behind him. He smiles when he feels Viktor behind him, pressing against him, he feels protected and all his worries, everything, it melts away. He could stay like this forever, he doesn’t want any of this to change.
We’ll be okay, We’ll be okay.