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Yuuri's first thought when he started his shift that day was "Oh great, this guy."
But it wasn't in the annoyed tone one would expect. He didn't mind this particular client or his treasured dog.
He came a lot, always over stupid things. Yuuri doubted that this time was any exception.
"Good morning, Mr. Nikiforov." He greeted, adjusting his glasses.
"I keep saying you can call me Victor, Dr. Katsuki." His voice was a purr that made Yuuri's knees weak.
"That's not how we do things here, Mr. Nikiforov." Pichit exited the examining room, that teasing shine in his eyes that always seemed to be there when Victor was visiting.
Pichit drove Yuuri nuts when it came to this client. He seemed to think that Victor was coming to see him, but Yuuri genuinely believed that Victor was just a hypochondriac when it came to his dog. He saw people like this all the time.
Well, to be fair, nobody came by the vet nearly as much as Victor. His record was three times in one week.
There was one downside to these constant visits. Victor was hot.
Way too hot.
His hair was the gentlest shade of silver and his eyes shone an icy blue, nose pointy and lips shining. He was European, but Yuuri hadn’t been confident enough to ask what he was doing in Japan. The only things they had spoke about were dog related.
“Right.” Victor nodded, walking Makkachin to the front desk.
“What is it this time, Mr. Nikiforov?” Pichit leaned over the counter, smiling politely.
“I think Makka has a tumour?”
“Right. Why don’t you come to the back and we’ll see what’s going on?” Pichit beckoned. He lead Victor and Yuuri into the examination room.
“Hello, Makkachin.” Yuuri helped the dog onto the table, petting her on her sweet little head. “Are you being a good girl?”
“You know, Yuuri used to have a dog just like this.” Pichit said, patting Makka on her fuzzy little back like the good girl she was.
“Really?” Victor raised an eyebrow. Yuuri laughed nervously.
God damn, he was a hottie.
“Yeah.” Yuuri admitted, keeping his eyes trained on Makka. “He was a childhood pet…”
“They really are a great breed.” Victor said dreamily.
“Uh huh.” Yuuri nodded, feeling his face heat up. This was why he never tried to talk to clients.
“I’ve never had a dog before.” Pichit butted in. “My apartment growing up didn’t allow them, so I always just had hamsters.”
“Thank you for your input, Pichit.” Yuuri glared at his best friend. “Can you let me do my job now?”
“No need to be so spicy!” Pichit laughed, backing out of the room.
“Don’t call me spicy.”
Pichit’s laughter carried on long after the door was closed.
“Ah, young love.” Victor muttered.
“What? No! It’s not like that! He’s just an asshole. I’m single! I mean…not in that way…I mean…”
Oh god talking to cute boys was impossible.
Victor smiled at him and his heart absolutely melted.
“S-so where did you say this ‘tumour’ was?”
“On her leg.”
Yuuri ducked under the dog, taking a quick look.
“Which one?”
“The back left on the outside.”
Yuuri moved to said leg, gently squeezing to check for lumps.
He stopped when he found one, his face turning stony.
“Sir, this is not a tumour.”
“What? Really?”
“It’s a burr. She must have picked it up on a walk.”
“Impossible! I got her groomed yesterday.”
“Dogs just get into stuff sometimes. It’s not a huge deal.”
Victor looked shocked. Yuuri was used to this by now.
“Does she need surgery?”
Yuuri sighed. “Her fur is pretty thick. I’d have to cut the burr out.”
“Cut it out?! My poor baby!”
“Just the fur.”
“Oh! That’s awful! I can’t allow it!”
“If I don’t take it out, it’ll only get worse.”
“If you insist.” Victor pouted.
Yuuri grabbed his scissors.
Why did such a handsome man have to be so damn idiotic?