Yuri comes down only a few minutes after he does, but Victor's already halfway through his breakfast. He always seems to be ravenous, here –– or maybe it's just that he can't remember being all that hungry all that often over the last year. Here, it's like he can't get enough of Hiroko's good food, or her cute blush when he's as enthusiastic about each new dish as he was that very first week before he even knew her very well.
He's still not at all sure she has any clue who he is or what he's doing here or what his connection to the skating world is, but once he got over his surprise, he was gratified: she seems to genuinely like him, just him. Not Russia's Living Legend. Not the five time world champion. Just Victor. (He is frequently overcome with the desire to gather both of Yuri's parents into an embrace each and every time they are politely vague about skating, but supportive for Yuri's sake –– and now, he suspects, his as well.)
It's all just as nourishing as the good food itself. Even better when Yuri makes his way over to the table, still looking a little mussed and sleepy, if at least fully dressed, while Victor beams at him from over his rice bowl. "So, Yuri, where should we go? Is there a beach you like? How warm is the water? Will we need to pack a bag?"
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Date: 2017-06-21 12:36 am (UTC)Yuri comes down only a few minutes after he does, but Victor's already halfway through his breakfast. He always seems to be ravenous, here –– or maybe it's just that he can't remember being all that hungry all that often over the last year. Here, it's like he can't get enough of Hiroko's good food, or her cute blush when he's as enthusiastic about each new dish as he was that very first week before he even knew her very well.
He's still not at all sure she has any clue who he is or what he's doing here or what his connection to the skating world is, but once he got over his surprise, he was gratified: she seems to genuinely like him, just him. Not Russia's Living Legend. Not the five time world champion. Just Victor. (He is frequently overcome with the desire to gather both of Yuri's parents into an embrace each and every time they are politely vague about skating, but supportive for Yuri's sake –– and now, he suspects, his as well.)
It's all just as nourishing as the good food itself. Even better when Yuri makes his way over to the table, still looking a little mussed and sleepy, if at least fully dressed, while Victor beams at him from over his rice bowl. "So, Yuri, where should we go? Is there a beach you like? How warm is the water? Will we need to pack a bag?"