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Yuuri was moving around the apartment like a human-sized hurricane, his black hair in complete disarray, his cheeks anxiously pale and his hands flying over every surface, every drawer... even Makkachin's fur...
In exactly 1 hour and 27 minutes, Victor would be home and he couldn't face his fiancée like this.
Since he returned to competition, Victor always had to stay extra time in the rink, after finishing his own work as Yuuri's coach. That was the deal they made with Yakov, and right now, Yuuri was thanking the grumpy man in his mind.
Grabbing his jacket, keys and phone, Yuuri left the house.
“After leaving the rink, I went to the grocery store, then I stopped in that coffee shop and I sat in the park eating ice-cream…” Yuuri retraced his steps in his mind and then ran away, leaving some passersby in shock.
He ran to the park, peeking under every bench, gaining weird looks from the ice cream vendor and the people enjoying the warm Russian weather, until he sighed in defeat and then flew to the coffee shop. There, once again, after enquiring the owner thoroughly, searching under every chair and every vase, even going as far as sneaking into the back to peek into every mug, Yuuri left the place more depressed. Now, only the grocery store could still save him, before he had to go there…
But no such luck, the old lady that always smiled at him and Victor didn’t see anything, letting Yuuri make all the investigations he wanted to make.
Could he have left it in the locker room or the rink? Looking at his watch, Yuuri was sure Victor already left their training grounds, so he felt safe in returning there without his fiancée’s knowledge.
When Yakov caught Yuuri perusing around the shower stalls he almost had a heart attack, thinking it was a robber instead of a disgruntled skater.
Yuuri explained the situation and even Yakov helped him, but to no avail. He had to go home, depressed, anxious and fearful of Victor’s reaction.
When Yuuri opened his apartment’s door, he could hear Victor talking with Makkachin, inside the bedroom, while the music player echoed some songs that Yuuri knew belonged to Victor’s increasingly small list of choices for his Short Program and Free Skate.
Victor heard the door closing and immediately bounced to the living room, with the fluffy dog right behind him.
As soon as Yuuri saw Victor’s smile, his eyes shone and fat tears started running down his cheeks. Sobs rocked his body and Victor gasped in shock at seeing him this way.
“Yuuri! What happened? Someone hurt you? Were you robbed? Are you sick? Did you hurt yourself during the practice and didn’t tell me?” Victor was quickly shooting the questions, while touching Yuuri’s body with careful fingers, afraid of hurting him.
“V-Victor!” Yuuri cried, hugging the other man fiercely. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I looked everywhere! The park and the coffee shop and the grocery store and the rink! But I couldn’t find it!”
Victor looked down and then pushed Yuuri a little to see his eyes.
“Could you have lost a certain gold ring?” Victor asked and Yuuri cried louder.
“You hate me, don’t you? I knew it! I’m a disgrace!” Yuuri was now howling and Makkachin was eyeing his second owner with something akin to canine camaraderie.
“Yuuri…” Victor sighed and playing with his pocket, he took out a gold ring and let it dangle in front of Yuuri’s eyes. “I found it in the shower stall… you lost some weight with the increase in trainings and your fingers probably got thinner, which mixed with the soap made it fall without you realizing…” Victor explained, calmly. “So, stop with all that nonsense and kiss your knight in shining hair…”
Yuuri sobbed one last time, and then, envolving Victor’s neck with his arms, pulled his head down to kiss him thoroughly.
“What if I actually lost it?” Yuuri asked, a few minutes later, when they were in the couch, Victor’s head in his lap.
“We would flew to Barcelona and buy new ones…” Victor hummed, while Yuuri stroke his hair.
Yuuri’s finger froze and for a moment he thought he heard Victor wrong… but he actually remembered who he thinking about and realized that that would be a very obvious, very Victor-like thing to do…
He just hoped they never had to fly 2820 km to find out if the shop still had a third matching ring…