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Viktor wasn’t exactly sure what he had expected meeting Yuuri’s parents for the second time, but this was not it.
Their first meeting had gone so well. Even before he had told them he was there to coach their son, they had welcomed him with open arms. He realized later that they had likely known who he was because of their son’s fascination with him. Nonetheless, they had accepted him, his abrupt arrival and his many belongings without a second glance.
Seeing how well his first meeting had gone, there was no way he could have predicted the cold shoulder he received. When Yuuri and he had arrived at the hot spring, Viktor had thought they would be greeted by hugs and kisses, given that Yuuri had just won a silver medal. Instead, Yuuri had been greeted by hugs and Viktor had been brushed past with only a scoff from Mari.
Unsure what had caused this reaction, Viktor could only follow Yuuri into the hot springs like a lost puppy. The family continued to congratulate Yuuri, and ignore Viktor. Viktor continued to grow more and more confused.
Getting a moment with Yuuri, Viktor questioned his family's reaction.
“Why does your family hate me?” Viktor wailed.
Rolling his eyes, Yuuri could only stare at Viktor. “They don’t hate you.”
“Mom and dad didn’t even greet me with a hug. They clearly don’t want me as their son-in-law.”
“Why don’t you ask them if you are so worried about it?”
Later that evening, after most of the guests had gone to sleep, Viktor confronted Yuuri’s sister.
“Do you hate me?” Viktor asked. “Did I do something wrong?”
Sighing, Mari glanced up from the table. “No, we don’t hate you. We’re just a little miffed that you didn’t tell us first that you two were engaged. We had to learn about it from the news.”
Hearing this, Viktor’s face fell. Jumping up from the table, Viktor raced to find Hiroko and Toshiya.
Finding them in the office, Viktor wrapped his arms around them. “I am so sorry. We should have called you instantly. We just got so wrapped up in the competition and Yuuri’s success. Please forgive me.”
Chuckling, Hiroko and Toshiya enveloped Viktor in their arms. “Of course we forgive you,” Hiroko said. “We can’t go on forever hating our son-in-law.”
“You will be the first to receive an invite when we start planning the wedding.” Viktor reassured them.
“Don’t worry,” Hiroko said, smiling. “Your mother and I have already picked out the ceremony location and looked at some honeymoon spots.”