It’s strange really. Yuri’s not sure he could explain it if he tried. A few minutes ago he’d been thinking about how no one he knew, no one like Phichit, was here in Russia during this competition like the last. Yurio isn’t anything at all like Phichit, they’re so far apart it would be like comparing the sun and the moon, but Yurio’s voice goes biting and scathing and Yuri finds himself smiling.
It’s familiar. It’s exactly what Yurio should be like. Sullen and shatteringly sharp, unwavering about Yuri’s doom.
He shouldn’t smile, but he does at the beginning. It’s the first truly normal thing aside from Victor (who even seems a little different here, too). Which is an odd half-thought to already be in, when Yuri mentions he’s going to have Victor stay when he wins, and Yuri's smile does fall away, like it was gossamer dissolved against the touch of the air, and …
Hadn’t Yuri been thinking that earlier?
If he doesn’t rank high enough. If he doesn’t make it to the Grand Prix Finale. If Victor no longer has a reason to return to Hasetsu.
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It’s familiar. It’s exactly what Yurio should be like.
Sullen and shatteringly sharp, unwavering about Yuri’s doom.
He shouldn’t smile, but he does at the beginning. It’s the first truly normal thing aside from Victor (who even seems a little different here, too). Which is an odd half-thought to already be in, when Yuri mentions he’s going to have Victor stay when he wins, and Yuri's smile does fall away, like it was gossamer dissolved against the touch of the air, and …
Hadn’t Yuri been thinking that earlier?
If he doesn’t rank high enough.
If he doesn’t make it to the Grand Prix Finale.
If Victor no longer has a reason to return to Hasetsu.
What would Victor do, then?