Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
12 Jun 2017
At 1:47 am, you'd think that Yuuri would have been sound asleep, considering the fact that he hit the sack at 8:00 pm sharp. But here the little Katsudon was, grumbling as he tossed and turned in the sheets.
"Damn it," he muttered, slowly sitting upright as he planted his feet on the floor. He hated doing this, it embarassed the hell out of him.
But what has to be done, has to be done.
Yuuri! Let's g-" Viktor stopped abruptly upon stepping in. Yuuri was sprawled on his bed, his glasses askew as he snored slightly. He was latched onto Viktor's jacket, nuzzled close to his face. Viktor blushed, biting his lip as a cheeky smile crept onto his face. He also noticed dozens of his shirts scattered around Yuuri's bed, practically burying him in it.
Insomniac Yuuri meets Viktor's clothes, aka his aphrodisiac
"Yuuri, define hot dogs," Viktor mumbled as he walked hand-in-hand with Yuuri, heading to their favorite café for a lunch date.
"What?" Yuuri asked, hoping he didn't hear right.
"Did I fucking stutter? Hot dogs. Define it," Viktor deadpanned, looking at Yuuri straight in the eye.
Viktor's hands are cold, and he knows how to take advantage of it. By Yuuri's book, this means war.