Word Count: 544

Rating: PG

Description: Viktor discovers Yuri's obsession

  Work was inevitable recently. I made sure Yuri passed each move with perfection, grace and emotional. Not only I wished for perfection from Yuri, but I wanted him to enjoy it as well. Finally, having to send emails out promoting my up-and-coming star, which I'm in the middle of. My ice skater was already off to sleep along with everyone in the household. I was the only surfing through the web for the sake of Yuuri. I didn't do it because I wanted to, I did it for Yuuri. He isn't an inconsequential man to be ignored by the world. Yuuri is a talented skater, better than me if I may say so myself. He deserves the attention!

I caught a glance of my reflexion through my computer. Bags were forming from my half-lidded eyes, I was paler than ever, and I saw leftover cookie crumbs from earlier hanging on the corner of my lips. With a swipe of my hand, the crumbs flew off. After that, my gnarled hands rubbed my droopy eyes with a yawn. Before restraining from work, I looked at the time. It said 1:57 AM. I closed Yuri's laptop. 

The floor boards creaked as I sauntered over to my room. But then I stopped halfway. An idea plotted on my head, my room was farther down but Yuri's room isn't. Should I go? Indiscriminately, I walked towards the ice skater's room. I examined at the tiny scratches and the feeble paint on the door. My apprehension overtook my body. I started painfully carving my nails onto my palms and munch on my lips. Every second I doubted then agreed on my decisions. Should I go inside and sleep with Yuuri? Would Yuuri mind if I do?  I gulped down my own anxiety as my bare and trembling palms slide the door open. 

Luckily, the moonlight was bright enough to illuminate a quarter of the room. My eyes scanned around. To my surprise, his room wasn't as disheveled as I would have thought. Everything was neatly packed especially the stacked books on his table. The walls though were attacked with posters. My gingerly steps walked over to the center of the room as I closed the entrance from behind. 

I tried capturing a perfect glance at one of the posters without darkness overtaking it. My finger tapping on my chin and I hummed. A step closer and I noticed the figure on Yuri's poster. 

It was me! All of them, they were all posters of my old ice skating days! The ones where I grew my hair all the way until the day I decided to coach Yuuri. I knew I had many fans, but I never knew Yuuri would be my #1 fan! "Kawaii!" I squealed inside. A smirk appeared and I couldn't take it off. The affection that this man has towards me was fascinating. 

I yawned below my hands. I turned around to spot Yuuri- or should I say my fanboy, snoring quietly on a corner of his bed. I crept up to the mattress, trying not to wake up perfection next to me. Wrapping my arms around Yuri I drifted off to sleep. 

My Yuuri...my little fanboy~