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Having dinner together as a family was something Victor wasn't used too. He always felt a little guilty when he was invited to sit with the Katsuki family. It was nice to eat home cooked meals but sitting down with Yuuri and his family every night was almost stressing him out. They were so kind and loving. Victor wanted to make up for their kindness but they always insisted that being Yuuri’s couch was more than enough. He wasn't satisfied.
One day after dinner Yuuri started picking up bowls and bringing then to the sink to be cleaned. Victor was hot on his tail as he as well started grabbing plates. Yuuri’s mom tried to stop him but he insisted. Victor ignored Yuuri’s judgement as he walked into the kitchen behind him.
“I’ll do dishes tonight, Yuuri.” Victor proclaimed. Yuuri didn't budge. He didn't say anything either as he watched Victor start to clean dishes. The way he stared made Victor feel like he was taking a test. It distracted him just enough that a glass slipped out of his hand and broke. They both tensed at the sound.
“Shit” Victor cursed in Russian. Yuuri knew what he said as he went to reach into the sink to help. His hand was met by Victor’s scolding one that smacked his away. When Victor went to reach into the sink again to pick up the pieces his finger snagged a raw edge and was sliced open, bright red blood dripping out.
At that point Yuuri’s mom came in. “Okay boys. I've got it from here. Yuuri help him clean out his finger and get a bandage on it.” She smiled as she gently pushed the both of them out of the kitchen. Victor was going to protest but Yuuri was dragging him away. He wrapped his hand around the bleeding finger to prevent it from dripping.
When they entered the bathroom Yuuri pushed him in front of the sink. “Wash out your finger.” He said before leaving. Victor uncovered his finger and ran it under cool water. It stung but he was finally able to see how deep the cut was. Nothing to require stitches but it was going to be a hassle to keep clean. When Yuuri came back with a first aid kit he put it down before hesitantly taking Victor’s hand. Victor couldn't help but stare at Yuuri as he examined his finger. A slight blush coming to his plump cheeks. Even with the weight loss his checks kept a sort of baby roundness too them. They were almost always flushed when Victor was around. He couldn't count how many shades of red he’s seen them. He loved every one of them. Yuuri placed a cream on his cut, it didn't burn much to his surprise, and then placed a bandage on top of it.
“You're probably going to need another before bed if the bleeding doesn’t stop. I'm sorry you cut yourself…” Yuuri said not meeting Victor’s eyes.
“It's just a cut. I've had worse. Stitches worse.” Victor said as he used his finger to lift Yuuri’s chin. “I just wanted to help.”
Victor watched as Yuuri’s checks became another shade of red. “Y-you shouldn't have to help… you already have given a lot.” Yuuri protested moving away from his touch. “And you got hurt…”
Yuuri had always put Victor on a high pedestal and the moment he saw blood run a chill went up his spine. Victor’s prestige fingers had been cut on broken glass in his house. He knew he shouldn't feel so guilty but Victor was here because of him. His idol was injured on his watch.
“Stop beating yourself up Yuuri. It's not a big deal.” Victor said with a smile. While Victor hadn't been around that long Yuuri knew his fake ones from his real ones. This was a real one. Maybe Victor was right. He was overreacting. After all Victor was human and got hurt like everyone else. Yuuri smiled back.
He was surprised when Victor’s arms wrapped around him in a tight hug. “Thank you for taking care of me.” Victor said softly before letting him go and leaving him standing there as he went to his room. The warmth lingered on Yuuri and his face burned but a smile stayed on his face.
The first time Yuuri remembered Victor was human just like him was over a cut finger.