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“Yuuri?” Victor says from his side of the double bed, his voice piercing the silence.
Yuuri’s eyes snap open; he had no idea Victor was awake. “Yeah?”
“Um… can I ask you something?”
Rolling over, Yuuri shuffles closer to his boyfriend. “Of course. Is something wrong?”
“Not really wrong, as such. I’m just… conflicted.”
Something about Victor’s tone of voice sets off alarm bells in Yuuri’s brain, and he switches on the light, illuminating their hotel room and the frown pinching Victor’s forehead.
“Victor, what’s wrong?”
Victor sighs. “I’ve been thinking. Is it… okay for you to be dating your coach?”
“How do you mean?” Yuuri asks.
“I mean, our relationship has a very large power imbalance. Does that… bother you?”
Yuuri stares at Victor. Has his boyfriend been worrying himself that their relationship is somehow unhealthy?
“Victor,” he says, shuffling closer so their foreheads touch. “It doesn’t bother me. It’s not that unusual, either, for a man to date his coach. You don’t need to worry yourself. I love our relationship and I love you. I’m the happiest I’ve never been with you.”
Victor smiles, giving Yuuri a kiss. “Thank you, Yuuri.”
“No problem,” Yuuri says, kissing him back.