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This year is Yuuri’s first time making it to the Grand Prix Final, and he’s looking forward to it more than he can explain.
The Grand Prix Final is where he’ll meet Viktor for the first time. They weren’t at the same cup (Yuuri had been hoping they would be, even though he hadn’t known that they were soulmates at that point). Yuuri had completed his cup in second place, and then flown back to Japan to be with his family for the remainder of the time before the Grand Prix Final. As expected, they were all very proud of him, and so was Viktor, who has screamed his congratulations to Yuuri via text.
It bothers Yuuri that they had never called each other in the time after the switch. Their communication has been limited to texts and emails. Now, on the day before the Grand Prix Final begins, Yuuri is more nervous than ever. What will their first meeting be like?
Yuuri pushes these thoughts down.
He is currently on a flight to Quebec, Canada (where the GPF is being held this year), and it is scheduled to land in a few minutes. His palms are sweating. He’s dizzy. He feels like he might puke. Pushing the thoughts down didn’t work.
Viktor has told him countless times not to be nervous. He has told Yuuri that he loves him already, loves him more than anything, and that he’s always there if Yuuri needs someone to talk to. Yuuri balls his fists and squeezes hard as the announcer tells the passengers that the plane will be landing presently.
Yuuri is one of the last off of the plane, walking slowly into the airport with his nerves pulled taut.
He reclaims his luggage with minimal issues, and then proceeds to the hotel in a cab. He, being the kind hearted person that he is, tips the cabbie generously as he exits, then making his way into the lobby of the hotel.
One inside, he glances around nervously, scanning the area for anyone he could recognize (Viktor).
Tragically, he does not see Viktor. However , he spots one (1) Christophe Giacometti skulking around next to the elevators, and decides to approach him.
“Uh, Chris-” Yuuri starts, approaching the older man cautiously, but he doesn’t get much further before Christophe is whirling around and pulling Yuuri into a surprisingly gentle hug.
“Yuuri!” he says, beaming down at him.
“Hi,” Yuuri returns awkwardly.
Chris loops his arm with Yuuri’s as the elevator doors open, and pulls Yuuri inside.
They’re alone as the door closes and Yuuri shifts awkwardly as Christophe looks at him intently.
“So,” Christophe drawls, “are you excited?”
“W-What?” Yuuri all but squeaks, relaxing slightly as Christophe pulls his arm away.
“To meet Viktor,” Christophe clarifies.
Yuuri blushes and rubs at his face a bit, “Of course.”
Christophe nods, understanding that Yuuri, while undoubtedly excited, is also afraid. What if he doesn’t live up to who Viktor has come to think of him as? Yuuri’s lower lip wobbles, but he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. This is going to be fine. He thinks about Viktor’s warm smile, and his kind words. This calms him down significantly.
The elevator dings, and Yuuri and Christophe step out into the hallway.
“I’m in room 403,” Christophe says, “I got your room key, by the way. You’re in room 432.”
He hands Yuuri the cool piece of plastic and smiles as Yuuri walks down the hallway towards his room.
When he comes to the door, he swipes the card and steps into the room, closing the door behind him.
He now expects that he will be able to take a long nap, but he expected wrong.
“Yuuri!”
He turns, and there, in all of his glory, is Viktor Nikiforov.
“V-Viktor!” Yuuri squawks. Yes, squawks.
Before he can say anything else, he is enveloped in the arms of the love of his life.
“Viktor,” he breathes, softer this time, “ Viktor .”
Viktor pulls away and looks at him with watery blue eyes, “Yes?”
“I love you,” Yuuri says, voice breaking as tears begin to cascade down his cheeks.
“Oh, Yuuri,” Viktor exclaims, taking Yuuri once more into his arms, “I love you too.”
And they both know that they’ll never be happier than when they are with each other.