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Yuuri was honestly still having a hard time believing the previous night. He was literally employed by his long-time idol and was going to be at his home every night. He arrived home in somewhat of a trance, and luckily Phichit left him alone for the most part, most likely figuring he was still grieving Vicchan, which he was, just on a smaller, less drastic scale.
Phichit asked him how the interview went, and Yuuri replied with a smile that it went "pretty well, and that he'd been offered the job." His friend smiled and told him that was great, and that was the end of that.
Or so Yuuri thought.
It was a Monday, and Yuuri and Phichit both didn't have classes, which was nice; they appreciated the three-day weekends. Phichit lounged on the couch watching some internet videos of hamsters on his laptop and giggling quietly. Yuuri was stood in the kitchen, stirring their lunch.
A knock was heard at the door, and Phichit looked over to Yuuri. "Are we expecting anyone?" He asked. Yuuri shrugged, completely forgetting about the key Victor was dropping off to his house.
Phichit got up and opened the door, gasping loudly. "You're...You...I-What?" He stuttered, gaping and blinking with wide eyes.
There he was. Victor Nikiforov. Actual Victor Nikiforov. Hair messy and tousled, dressed in an soft, oversized sweater. Yuuri could've just died right there.
Victor smiled widely, "Phichit, yes?" He stuck out a hand. And the door was slammed shut.
"Phichit!" Yuuri gasped, running to open the door again, smiling painfully. "I am so sorry about that."
Victor kept his million dollar grin and let out a laugh. "Do not worry, my Yuuri," He spoke quietly, reaching out to place a hand on Yuuri's arm, winking. Was he trying to make him have an aneurysm?
Phichit stood behind Yuuri, letting out a squeak. "Care to explain why Victor Nikiforov is at our house?" He managed to get out, staring at the scene in disbelief. Victor looked back and forth between Yuuri and Phichit, keeping a cautious smile on his face.
"I..Um..." Yuuri's face flushed, and he spun around quickly, playing with a thread on his jacket. "Remember that dog walking job i mentioned?" Phichit nodded. "Um, it's...Victor's dog."
Phichit's eyes widened. "Holy shit," He muttered. Suddenly a huge grin broke out on his face. "Man, what I would have paid to see your face when you saw it was him!" Phichit laughed, as Yuuri smacked him a few times to shut him up, face darkening to a shade of red he didn't even realize was possible.
Victor's smile brightened. "It was pretty hilarious," He said, causing Yuuri to snap back around to face him. Victor's sparkling eyes, and tousled hair seemed to make him unable to be annoyed at him.
"I brought your key, Yuuri. So you can start tonight. I'll have to leave around 7 so if you can get there near then, that'd be lovely," Victor rattled off, as Yuuri nodded.
"That won't be a problem." He stated confidently.
Victor smiled, "Wonderful." He leant down and patted Makkachin's head, and the dog licked his hand. "They just had to make practice at night, when I need to walk my Makkachin." He said, grumbling slightly.
"Because he's a professional skater, your idol to be more specific," Phichit said, leaning forward and whispering into Yuuri's ear, teasing lacing his tone. Yuuri squeaked slightly, and punched Phichit playfully in the shoulder.
"Oh yes, I'm already very aware of how my Yuuri is infatuated with me," Victor spoke, smirking and rising up to eye level. "I can tell," He said, pointing behind Yuuri to the-Oh My God. The poster of Victor on the wall.
Phichit snickered quietly into his hand.
Yuuri wished he could sink into the floor.
"It's alright. It's very cute. Boosts my self confidence." Victor said, patting Yuuri's shoulder while he attempted to shrivel up and die. He pulled Yuuri's hand closer to his body and immediately caught his attention.
Victor handed over the key to Yuuri, his warm hand pressing it gently into his palm. His fingers lingered longer than necessary to just hand a key to someone, but Yuuri wasn't really complaining.
Victor's face moved closer, until he could feel the warm breath from Victor on his face. "See you later, Yuuri~" Victor mumbled, lazily smiling and turning around to walk out the door.
"Do svidaniya!" Victor said happily as he walked down the hallway of their apartment building.
Yuuri stood blinking and facing the door, the key in his hand. Phichit was gaping. "Wow. I wasn't expecting that when I woke up today," He said, after a low whistle.
"Yeah, well you get used to it," Yuuri mumbled under his breath. He put the key on his small ring with the key to their apartment and sighed, falling tiredly onto the couch with a groan.
"So, Yuuri, buddy, my pal," Phichit started, and he sat down next to his friend. "When were you planning on telling me it was Victor you were working for? Or was it just a fun surprise to wait until he actually showed up to our house." Phichit didn't sound angry, just curious, and of course, teasing slightly.
Yuuri blushed widely, "Uh..I'm really sorry!" He bowed his head. "I'm honestly having a hard time believing it myself so I didn't even know how to tell you!" Yuuri pushed his glasses up and looked Phichit in the eyes.
He was smiling. That was a good sign. His friend patted him on the shoulder. "Oh Yuuri, Yuuri, Yuuri." He ruffled Yuuri's hair and got up, heading to his room.
Before entering the door, Phichit stopped and said, "I think this will be really good for you. You'll have to tell me all about it." He smiled and walked into his room.
Yuuri sat in disbelief of how well everything suddenly was starting to go. He had a few hours before he needed to head over to Victor's, why not get some practice in?
He yelled to Phichit he was going to their temporary training rink and got dressed in his warm Japan jacket and sweats. Picking up his skate bag, he headed out the door to catch a bus to the other side of the city.
On the way there, Yuuri sat and watched the buildings rush by. All the little cafes and shops where people were having their own ridiculous stories to live. He wanted to know them all. But it would probably be best for everyone's sake if he focused on his own sudden strange change.
Yuuri walked into the rink, raising an arm to wave at the woman sat behind the desk. She greeted him happily. She was always smiling.
He sat quietly, tying his skates on and stretching a bit to avoid injury. Yuuri hadn't skated in a few days. One of the things he disliked about his time here was the lack of a training regimen. Celestino kept him on his toes, and he missed that solidity.
It was nice to focus on basics for the time being. He would work on the more complex jumps and spins once he arrived back in the United States. His worst enemy had always been those jumps, especially quads.
Victor was a pro at quads. He was basically a pro at everything. As Yuuri lazily skated figure-eights to get used to the ice, he noticed in everything he did, every situation, his mind always ended up slipping to Victor somehow. That was gonna be strange when he got to see the man every day.
Yuuri spun around and attempted basic singles and doubles he knew he had down pat. He wanted
to work on lifting his arm while completing them, since it led to more points in competition.
Being on the ice and being able to be free to do whatever he liked for a small time frame, even for a couple of minutes, was such a wonderful feeling. He wondered if Victor felt the same.
After spending a few hours skating, Yuuri realized he needed to be at Victor's soon. He headed home, to shower and put on nicer clothes. He wanted to get there at 6:45, since Victor had to leave at 7:00.
Yuuri walked to Victor's apartment building wondering what this first night was going to be like. See Victor, walk Makkachin, head back to Victor's and wait for him. This would be every day.
Every single day he got to see Victor. It had him wondering what he had done right to please the gods to deserve this.
He knocked on the door to Victor's, still nervous, and hoping he'd have on more clothes than last time. He swung open the door with a huge smile on his face, hair tousled and hanging over one shining eye. He waved his arm to gesture Yuuri in, "Come in, Yuuri, come in!"
He grabbed Yuuri's hand and led him towards his room, causing a blush to blossom on Yuuri's cheeks, saying, "Makkachin is excited to see you again. Just can't wait to be walked. Right, my pup?" Makkachin hopped from her spot lounging lazily on Victor's bed and ran to Yuuri, her mood taking a complete 180 at the sight of people.
Yuuri happily pet her, as Victor stood watching the scene. "Well, I better run, if I'm late, Yakov will have my head," He made a noise of fake fear and smiled. Yuuri couldn't help but smile back, Victor's was contagious.
Victor leaned forward and gave Yuuri a hug. Yuuri slightly tensed up in his arms, but desperately tried to relax. "You're really saving me, Yuuri, you'll never know how deeply I appreciate this." Victor patted Yuuri's back, and pulled back to stare at Yuuri's inevitably red face. Ocean blue eyes met honey brown.
Victor waved and started towards the front door. Yuuri followed, as Makkachin did also. "Call me if you have any issues. I'm sure Makkachin will be a good dog for you, yes?" He reached down and rubbed Makkachin's head, causing her to lick his cheek happily. Victor's laugh rang out and hit Yuuri straight in the emotions.
Victor stood back up and met his eyes again. "Goodbye, Yuuri." He smiled, grabbed his bag, and left the house. Yuuri stood watching the door for a bit longer than was probably necessary.
He looked down at Makkachin. "You ready for a walk?" The dog circled happily and let out a bark. This was gonna be great.