Huyuuu

Okay sorry this is a filler chapter, I really want to try and develop their relationship in this chapter because IM SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER AHHH I think you can guess what's gonna happen. Also this title doesn't have anything to do with the real plot of this chapter lmao.
Also sorry for the grammar mistakes, there were loads in the last chapter and I'm really embarrassed. I'm sorry, I fell asleep writing it.

Anyyyway thanks for reading, I love you all!

There is a time skip to the end of August here by the way
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Yuuri sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the photo frame in his hands. He'd been thinking about it a lot over the past few days. He wiped his cheeks as a few tears spilled from his eyes. He wiped his fallen tears off the glass of the photo frame and sighed. He was scared and confused. He was torn. He really was. The reason being so was Izo.

He missed the old him. The person he was in love with five years ago. He was one of the sweetest people he knew. He didn't know why it had happened him, but he'd turned into a monster. He was the reason Yuuri hated himself so much. The reason Yuuri was so scared of disappointing others, because whatever Yuuri did for him, it was never good enough. The reason for so many sleepless nights. And the reasons for so many scars.

Yuuri wanted to see Izo again. The last time he'd seen him was nearly two months ago. He was so relieved that he hadn't bumped into him in the streets or anything. It was quite a foreign feeling to Yuuri, not having to worry about pleasing someone to their standards, and not getting hit or slapped. It was also weird to Yuuri to have someone actually care and support what he did, because he was so used to being tossed to the side and forgotten about by Izo that he'd learned to live that way, and still wasn't used to have someone interested in him.

There was a quiet knock at his door, but Yuuri failed to notice. He was too lost in his thought. Yuuri heard a flick of the light switch and the whole room lit up. He squinted at the sudden burst of light, since he'd been in the dark for so long. He looked up and saw Viktor standing at his door and looking directly at Yuuri.

"You didn't come out this morning." Viktor broke the silence and walked over and sat on the edge of Yuuri's bed.

Yuuri rubbed his eyes and sniffed. He tried to clean himself up slightly. Viktor noticed how sad he looked. There was obviously something bothering him, Viktor could tell by his actions and words. Viktor felt slightly awkward because he was absolutely terrible at dealing with crying people, but he tried his best and the prayed that it was enough.

"What's wrong Yuuri?" Viktor questioned him. Yuuri looked up at him and ran his hands through his hair.

"Nothing." Yuuri replied while looking down at his hands in his lap.

Viktor glared at him. Yuuri looked back up at him after awhile to see a pair of piercing icy blue eyes staring at him. Yuuri could feel himself getting slightly annoyed at Viktor.

"You're really stubborn, you know that?" Yuuri commented. He frowned at Viktor before going back to fumble about with his fingers. Viktor was slightly taken back at Yuuri's words.

"I'm only trying to help." Viktor replied in a sad tone, which made Yuuri feel really guilty. Yuuri rubbed the bridge of his nose. He kept on fucking up.

"Look, I'm Sorry I just-"

"No, it's fine, there's no need to apologise. It's my fault. I shouldn't have barged in like that. I'll leave you to it." Viktor nodded his head at Yuuri before getting up and walking towards the door.

Yuuri's heart skipped a beat. Viktor was leaving him. He didn't want to be left alone. He wanted Viktor with him. Yuuri really, really hated himself for making Viktor leave him. How could he be so stupid? Why did Yuuri have to fuck everything up all the time?

"D-don't leave me alone!" Yuuri shouted after him. He stuttered a bit and blushed in embarrassment. Viktor turned around and looked him in the eyes for a few seconds before smiling a little and walking back over to Yuuri's bed.

The moment Viktor had sat back down on the bed, Yuuri tackled Viktor into a hug and knocked him over and off the bed. Yuuri let out a little yelp, not realising the strength he'd used. He screwed his eyes shut as him and Viktor slammed onto the floor and landed in a heap. Yuuri was pressed tightly against Viktor's chest, and was immediately embarrassed by it and scrambled to his feet. He didn't know why he was so embarrassed. They'd kissed, slept together, and they held hands and hugged all the time, so why was Yuuri becoming so jumpy and why was his heart racing every time Viktor touched him?

He extended his hand and helped Viktor up before the both sat down safely on the bed. They brushed themselves off before smiling slightly.
After Yuuri had apologised and after a slightly awkward silence, he spoke up again.

"Look, Viktor, I- I'm aware that I'm an ass and you probably want to strangle me, but I- I'm new to all this...This trusting stuff, so please be patient with me. I'm trying my best." Yuuri looked down at his lap. He didn't dare make eye contact with Viktor.

Unfortunately, Viktor had other ideas.
He smiled before placing his long, cold fingers under Yuuri's chin and making him look up at him. Yuuri was taken by surprise and was blushing like mad, but was in awe at how delicate Viktor was with him.

"Yuuri, I care for you too much to strangle you, even if I wanted to. And don't worry, I'll help you get used to this whole thing. That's what I'm here for right? To reassure and support you. I know it'll be hard at first, but please try and trust me. You know I care for you more than anything in the world, right?" Viktor reassured him. Yuuri turned a dark shade of red and tried not to show how flustered he actually was. Viktor gently kissed the tip of Yuuri's nose, making his stomach flip.

"Now, Yuuri, tell me what's been bothering you." Viktor said as he moved him hand down and gently put it on Yuuri's. Yuuri stayed silent for a few minutes before finding the courage to speak.

"I know that this is going to sound really, really stupid, but I- I want to see Izo again." Yuuri muttered.

Viktor stared at him with a Are-you-serious look.

"Yuuri that is the stupidest idea I have ever heard. That man is dangerous! Look at what he did to you after hot springs on ice! He could easily hurt you again! You know that better than anyone!" Viktor grabbed Yuuri's shoulders and made him look at him. Was Yuuri out of his mind? Why did he suddenly want to go back to that man that had taunted him for so many years?

"No, I mean- I need to see him one last time before the competition next month. Viktor, I know it's hard for you to understand- b-but I just want to say goodbye..." Yuuri replied quietly. Viktor was grinding his teeth together in an attempt to not loose him temper with Yuuri.

"Yuuri, he could hurt you again! Even worse than last time! He doesn't need your goodbyes Yuuri, he doesn't deserve you! He cheated on you for three years. Be realistic here Yuuri." Viktor shouted at him.

Yuuri flinched. Viktor had never shouted at him before. He'd never been this mad at him before. Yuuri could feel himself becoming more anxious and scared. Was he going to hit him like Izo usually did? Was he going to leave Yuuri then?

Viktor realised he'd fucked up when Yuuri flinched away from him. He shouldn't have raised his voice like that. Jesus, was he a hypocrite. Viktor didn't know what to do because he'd probably triggered Yuuri of all the memories of what Izo had done to him. He wanted to apologise but he couldn't get any words out. He just watched as Yuuri began to sniffle cry quietly.

"Y-you don't get it, do you?" Yuuri cried. "I can't skate and properly show my love for you in my routine when I haven't said goodbye to Izo!" Yuuri yelled.

Viktor stared at Yuuri with wide eyes.

His love for him?

"Yuri- I-" Viktor stuttered but before he could finish, Yuuri was up and out of his room in a blink of an eye. Viktor tried to call after him, but he was too late. Viktor huffed. Viktor ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He couldn't help but smile.

Yuuri was skating to express his love for him?

Viktor shook his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He pinched his hand. This was reality. He had no idea what to do. Viktor was surprised that he'd been so oblivious. When Yuuri presented his theme to him, he never in a thousand years would have predicted that he was doing it for him. He just thought Love in general. Love for his family. Skating. His hometown. He never though love towards him. And he didn't know how to react.

Viktor stood up and huffed. He needed to find Yuuri. He knew where he'd be. He couldn't have gone far. He walked downstairs and out Yuuri's front door. Viktor made his way around to the back of the house and to his and Yuuri's usual spot. Viktor was right. He could see Yuuri curled up with his knees up against his chest.

Viktor sat down next to Yuuri, startling the younger boy. Yuuri really wanted to be alone right now because the last thing he needed right now was a lecture from Viktor. Yuuri shuffled away slightly. Viktor reached out and put his hand on Yuuri's shoulder to show him that he was there to support him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Yuuri. I'm sorry that I didn't respect your feelings. I'm sorry for making you cry." Viktor apologised over and over. He hung his head low and tried his best not to cry.

Yuuri didn't say anything. He just scooted back over to Viktor and wrapped his arms around him tightly.
They stayed there for a while, both crying into each other's shoulders, Viktor, from the guilt and Yuuri from the shouting.

"I'm sorry too..." Yuuri whispered.

"There's nothing for you to be sorry for. I'm the one in the wrong here." Viktor reassured Yuuri. Yuuri shook him head.

"I'm the one who made you shout at me..." Yuuri mumbled. Viktor grabbed Yuuri's shoulders and made him look at him.

"Yuuri, it was my choice to shout. I made a stupid mistake and I'll never be able to take it back. You're too hard on yourself, in the one who's to blame this time, okay? Now let's just watch the clouds for awhile." Viktor sighed before squeezing Yuuri's shoulders slightly and putting his arm around him.

There was a nice silence between the two. It was one which gave both of them time to think. About their careers. About the upcoming competition. About their relationship. Viktor glanced down at Yuuri who looked peaceful and harmless. He looked beautiful. He always did. Viktor ran his hand through Yuuri's hair, causing him to squeal. Viktor knew Yuuri loved when people played with his hair and it drove him crazy.

"Eager, are we?" Viktor giggled. Yuuri glared at him and buried his face into Viktor's chest.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" Viktor asked Yuuri. Yuuri froze. Of course, he'd let it slip out. He didn't want to tell Viktor because he didn't want for him to look at him differently.
He wasn't sure if Viktor would accept this feeling that he'd decided to call love, so he'd kept quiet about it.

"Of course I did...I've- I've always skated for you, Viktor." Yuuri admitted. He hid his face In embarrassment. Viktor pulled him closer and kissed his head. Viktor was so grateful that he had Yuuri. He never thought in a million years that he'd ever end up finding someone like Yuuri in his lifetime. He was just on a whole other level from anyone else Viktor had ever met. Viktor was so happy that Yuuri was skating for him. He had Yuuri, and that's all that mattered to Viktor for now.

"Thank you, Lyubov Moya."

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Yuuri raised his hand and knocked the door. He could feel himself shaking, he didn't know if it was out of nervousness or from the cold. He heard a key turn in the lock and immediately felt like he was going to be sick. He fumbled around for a bit before reaching behind him and finding Viktor's hand. He grabbed it tightly. He looked up at Viktor with a terrified expression. Viktor could already tell that Yuuri was nervous by his body language and aura. He wish he knew how to calm the boy down, but he knew that this time only Yuuri could calm himself down.

He door opened and Yuuri's stomach flipped. He felt like all the oxygen in the world was about to fade away from him. Why did he think this was a good idea again? He stared as Izo stood there with a smile on his face, like he was the most harmless thing in the world.

"Ah! Yuuri! It's nice to see you, please come in!" Izo greeted him. "I see you've brought a friend with you."

Viktor snickered at the word Friend because Viktor was so much more than that to Yuuri. Izo shot him a glare.

"Would you like some tea?" Izo offered. Yuuri shook his head.

"Look, Izo, I want to get straight to the point. There's no time for fun and games." Yuuri said. Izo was slightly taken back from his words.

"Okay then. Let's go talk. Alone." Izo emphasised the 'alone' and stared at Viktor. Viktor gave Yuuri's hand a quick squeeze before letting go of it. Izo  took Yuuri into his living room and closed the door to make sure Viktor couldn't snoop in.

"What do you want? Has Viktor had enough of you yet? Are you gonna come crawling back to me?" Izo crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently.
Yuuri took a few deep breaths. He couldn't let Izo get to him. It had happened too many times before. He was not getting away with it again.

"I've come to say goodbye actually." Yuuri said firmly.

"What?" Izo laughed.

"Izo, I never want to see you again. This is the last time we're going to see each other." Yuuri stared straight at him, feeling slightly more confident. Viktor had his ear pressed against the door, and wished he could cheer for Yuuri because he was doing an excellent job right now considering he was a wreck just a few minutes ago.

"What are you on about?" Izo frowned at him. His heart was pounding too. Did Yuuri think he could just leave him just like that?

"Izo, you don't need me anymore. You and I know that. I don't want to see you again, because judging by the text you send me every Fucking day, I assume you think we're still together." Yuuri spat. Izo gritted his teeth and pointed at Yuuri.

"I've only been good to you, Yuuri. See, you always want want want, but you're never willing to give. Who do you think you are?" Izo yelled at him. Viktor widened his eyes.

How dare he speak to his Yuuri like that.

"I'm sure pressuring someone into sex and hitting them isn't being good to them. You've got another man in your life anyway. So have I. I don't need you, you don't need me. We're better off without each other." Yuuri threw his hands up in the air.

"Cut the Crap Yuuri, you're the one who couldn't decide on your sexuality. Who needs to be emotionally connected to someone to feel sexual attraction? Are you just making things up? And my ass, you can't last without me for a day. You're so helpless, you're so pathetic. You're weak Yuuri, and you always will be." Izo spat at him.

Yuuri could feel his heart ache. All the confidence, self belief and all the other things he'd built up over the past to months were being teared down by the man he had spent five years of his life with. Yuuri felt sick. He didn't know how to respond.

"What happened to you Izo? You- you used to be so sweet and caring. I trusted you with everything I had. I gave you everything I had, and now you're going to throw it all back in my face?" Yuuri said quietly.

Neither of them spoke. They just stared at each other. Yuuri was desperately trying not to cry. The time for crying was over. He wasn't going to waste another tear on the man before. He'd wasted too many already.

"You ungrateful little shit. I'm going to make you regret being born." Izo gritted his teeth.

Viktor had heard enough. He shoved the door open glared at Izo. He promised himself that he wouldn't interrupt on Yuuri and Izo's (hopefully) last time together, but this, this, he'd never expected it in a million years. Izo had gone way, way to far. 

"Yuuri, what's going on?" Viktor questioned him. Yuuri didn't answer. He couldn't answer. He was paralysed with fear. He couldn't move.

"That's none of your business, now get out." Izo interrupted and pushed Viktor back. Viktor shook him head at Izo before slamming him into the wall and rushing over to Yuuri.

"Yuuri, Yuuri. I'm here. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to let him hurt you. Understand? I'll make sure you're safe, I promise." Viktor whispered into Yuuri's ear while gently stroking his hair.

"T-thank you..." Yuuri stuttered. "Can we leave please. I don't think I can stand being here any longer."

"Of course. C'mon. Let's get going." Viktor lead Yuuri out of the room. They were about to leave when Izo hauled himself up from the floor.

"Where d'you think you're going?" Izo yelled. Both of them snapped their heads in his direction.

"On a date. Bye." Viktor gave Izo a sarcastic smile before opening the door.

"Don't you dare leave!" Izo warned them. "Yuuri! Listen to me!"

"Izo. I'm not in love with you anymore. I'll never forgive you for what you did to me. I never want to see your face again." Yuuri yelled back.

"I'll find you, Yuuri. I swear on it."Izo pointed his finger at them.

"Goodbye Izo."

And with that, both of them left. They quickly walked down the flights of stairs and left the building. They were met by the hot summer breeze. Yuuri stopped and cupped his face into his hands. Viktor turned around and rushed towards Yuuri and engulfed him into a massive hug.

"I'm so proud of you Yuuri. I really am. Let's go to the park. We can talk properly once we're there." Viktor said before grabbing Yuuri's hand. They walked down the streets and the park soon came into View. It was only around 6:00 but there didn't seem to be any children out. Not that they were complaining.

They both made their way over to the swings and sat down on them. Yuuri pushed off and let his feet graze the floor as he became lost in thought.

"Izo's a dick. I can't believe you lasted five years with him." Viktor broke the silence. Yuuri sighed.

"Yeah, i didn't really have any other choice." Yuuri huffed. He looked out at the sunset and smiled slightly. He never failed to appreciate the beauty of his hometown.

"Yuuri, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but what did Izo say about your sexuality?" Viktor asked. Yuuri's heart skipped a beat. Sexuality had never been a particularly comfortable subject for Yuuri to openly talk about. Yuuri sighed.

"I've always thought of myself as Bisexual. I-i mean, I've always found boys and girls attractive, that's simple. But- but, I've never really talked about this to anyone for a long time, but- I- I don't know anymore. I've never really been comfortable with sex and stuff- I- it's embarrassing to talk about. Izo always put me down because I didn't want to have sex with him, but it wasn't my fault, I just hadn't though about sex with him until that point in time. I wasn't interested. I- I didn't feel sexually attracted to him. I didn't have enough of an emotional connection with him to- to feel attracted to him in that way. I couldn't help it. I-I'm sorry,  I'm rambling. I'm probably just being stupid anyway..." Yuuri looked down at his hands.

Boy did he feel as if there was a weight lifted from his chest. He was relived to finally be able to get it off his chest. He sighed and looked over at Viktor who was looking at him with a slight smile on his face.

"Yuuri- I think you might be Demisexual" Viktor said. Yuuri looked at him with a confused expression. "Biromantic Demisexual."

"What does that mean?" Yuuri asked him. He couldn't help but feel a little excited though. We're his feelings valid? Was there an actual name to this? Viktor pulled his phone out and googled it.

"A person who is romantically attracted to two genders, but will only feel sexual attraction when a deep bond is formed between them and their partner." Viktor looked up to Yuuri who looked like he was about to cry.

"So my feelings are valid?" Yuuri smiled. He was so overwhelmed that he'd finally found a label that he felt comfortable with.

"Yes, your feelings are always valid, my love. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?" Viktor got up from the swing and pulled Yuuri in for a hug. He kissed his forehead and then smiled.

"Thank you, thank you so much Viktor. Honestly. You've helped me so much. I can't thank you enough." Yuuri blushed. Viktor smiled.

It took all of Viktor's self restraint to not kiss Yuuri. He knew he couldn't mess around with Yuuri's head and feelings, and decided to try and contain himself till he'd built up the courage to ask Yuuri to be his boyfriend. He knew Yuuri was going to take time to get over Izo, but he hoped that after today he could let go of him. Izo never deserved Yuuri's love. Viktor was going to prove that to Yuuri and to the whole world.

"V-Viktor, you've been staring at me for ages now..." Yuuri snapped Viktor out of his thoughts. Viktor because extremely flustered and began stuttering and fumbling about. Yuuri giggled. Viktor was so adorable.

"Y-you're just really beautiful." Viktor blushed. Now it was Yuuri's turn to be flustered and Viktor's turn to laugh.

"N-no I'm not!" Yuuri stood up and  adjusted his glasses before looking away from Viktor. Viktor sighed before delicately grabbing his chin and making him look at him.

"Oh, but yes you are." Viktor kissed Yuuri's nose. Yuuri became even more flustered and gulped. His heart was pounding and he felt like he was about to explode. Viktor, meanwhile just giggled at how adorable his Yuuri was. He was so happy that it was Yuuri who was his student. He had the most precious, beautiful student of all.

"How about we go get some tea, hey?" Viktor offered. Yuuri nodded and laced his fingers together with Viktor's. Both of them were so happy. Everything was so perfect when they were together. It was like the whole world was at rest. Of course, Yuuri's crippling self esteem and his anxiety still had a massive effect on his life, but Viktor had been able to start to build Yuuri's confidence back up. And for that, Yuuri was eternally grateful.

They both smiled and blushed at each other before walking off into the sunset together, hand in hand and hearts pounding.

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Slap.

The sound of Yuuri hitting the ice echoed throughout the rink. He picked himself up and brushed it off. He tried again. No luck. Again. No luck. Again. Almost.

It was the night before Yuuri's first competition since the Grand Prix Final last year. He was competing in the The Chugoku, Shikoku, and Kyushu Championships. He was a ball of nerves. He couldn't mess up tomorrow. It was the beginning of his and Viktor's season. He needed to show everyone why he deserved Viktor, Because he was pretty sure that everyone hated him for taking Viktor away from the sport.

Yuuri had a lot on his mind. That's probably why he kept flubbing the jumps. As Viktor would say, Yuuri would always make a mess of his jumps when he was overthinking. He checked the time. 10:27. He hadn't realised it was so late. He quickly skated off the rink and took his skates off and shoved them in his bag. He slipped his coat on and said goodbye to Yuko before running back home.

He ran all the way, knowing that he'd get a lecture with Viktor if he wasn't in bed early. When he finally got home, everyone else was in bed already. He quietly set his bag down and slipped his coat off. He tip toed upstairs and slipped on his doggo pyjamas. They were his lucky pyjamas. He brushed his teeth quickly and then climbed into bed.

Yuuri should have known already that he would get an ounce of sleep.

He was so so so nervous. What would they think of him? Of Viktor? It would be the first time showing his free program that him and Viktor had created to the world too. There was so much on his mind. He just couldn't sleep. After what felt like hours and hours of lying awake and overthinking the smallest things, the checked the time. 12:27.

There was no way he was going to get to sleep. He would have normally gone outside and sat on the bench till he'd calmed down, but tonight was different. He needed sleep. Yuuri sighed. He'd given up on sleeping after another hour of being awake, and accepted that he was going to fail tomorrow.

A sudden knock on his bedroom door make him yelp and jump out of his skin. Who the fuck was knocking on his door at one on the morning? Was it a ghost? Or just his imagination? Yuuri wrapped his quilt around him to try and protect him as the door slowly opened. A head popped around it and he immediately relaxed when he realised who it was.

It was Viktor.

He tiptoed into Yuuri's room and climbed into his bed and wrapped the quilt around him. Yuuri was confused to why the older man had just decided that he wanted to sleep with him and 1am.

"I knew you'd be awake. You nervous?" Viktor asked him. Yuuri hated how well Viktor knew him. He often forgot how close they actually were.

"Yeah." Yuuri answered plainly. He didn't know how else to reply.

"Come here." Viktor said before wrapping his arms around Yuuri's torso and pressing him against his chest. Yuuri could never express how much he loved cuddling with Viktor. "You're going to do amazing tomorrow, okay? We've practiced and been over these programs so many times, there's no reason for you to worry about mucking up. Of course, you can't help if you do but you're going to do your best, and that's all that matters, okay?"

Viktor kissed the top of Yuuri's head and ruffled Yuuri's hair. He knew that playing with his hair always relaxed him.

"I'm going to skate for you tomorrow." Yuuri whispered before snuggling into Viktor's chest. Yuuri closed his eyes and tried to go off to sleep.

Viktor kept twirling Yuuri's hair in his fingers until he could hear light snoring coming from the boy.  Viktor always knew that it calmed him down and lived for the feeling of his hair between his fingertips. Viktor smiled down at Yuuri. Right now, Viktor had his whole world in his arms. He couldn't ask for more. Yuuri was his world. He loved him beyond what words could express. He kissed his forehead and smiled softly down at the boy in his arms.

"Sweet dreams, my love."

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Started:2/12/16
Finished:4/12/16
Published 4/12/16
Words: 4860

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