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Yuuri stared mournfully at the light blue tie hanging in the closet. He’d been forbidden by Phichit, Chris, Minako, Mari, and Yukko from wearing it. Takeshi had just laughed at him. Jerk. He sighed and looked at his suit before slumping. It wasn’t going to fit. It hadn’t fit in the months before he retired, it really wasn’t going to fit now. Besides, Victor had shoved it into the back of the closet for a reason. Yuuri threw his hands up in the air and then pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent an SOS to Phichit. His phone rang exactly 5 seconds later.
“Help. Me.” he drawled as he wandered back into the bedroom to slump against the mattress.
“Oh Yuuri, what’s wrong?” Phichit responded.
“We packed and shipped most of our stuff to Japan this week and NOW Victor wants to go on a last date before we fly out. I’ve got nothing worthy of a date with Victor left!” Yuuri groaned.
Phichit was silent for a second before Yuuri had to yank the phone away from his head as peals of laughter rang through the line. Yuuri frowned at the phone in his hand, waiting his friend out.
“You done?” he grumped when Phichit was down to chuckling.
“Yeah, yeah,” Phichit wheezed, “I just didn’t expect Katsuki Yoga Pant Yuuri to ever really care about clothing.”
“Jerk. You used to dress me all the time!”
“Only after a battle! And yes, I can help you. Now switch to camera and let me see what we have to work with and please tell me you didn’t ship your eyeliner.”
Almost an hour later, Yuuri was dressed in dark jeans and red sweater he’d located in the back of a drawer. The sweater was definitely tight, but Phichit had whistled when Yuuri had tugged it on and smoothed it out.
“You have the nicest clavicles now.”
Yuuri blushed and tugged at the sweater again, “It’s not too tight? Is the pudge showing?”
Phichit glared through the screen, “Like I didn’t spend two hours on skype with you both the other night while Victor pawed your stomach.”
Yuuri facepalmed, “You could see him?”
Phichit started laughing again. “Thank you Phichit! Goodbye Phichit!” Yuuri called out as he hit the end button.
Yuuri fluttered around the apartment, picking things up and putting them in open boxes or smoothing his hands down his front, waiting for Victor to pick him up. Victor had insisted on getting ready at Yakov’s and picking him up for the date. At exactly 6:00 pm there was a sharp knock on the door and with one final glance in the mirror, Yuuri opened the door.
“Hi,” Victor breathed out, looking Yuuri up and down, “you look gorgeous.” Victor was also dressed in sweater and jeans, a dark blue that made his hair gleam even brighter.
“Look who’s talking,” Yuuri responded, wrapping his arms around Victor and tilting his face for a kiss.
“Ready to go? We’ve got reservations.”
Yuuri grabbed his keys and scarf and threaded his arm through Victor’s, “I’m always ready to go anywhere with you.”
“Yuuuurriiiii, you can’t just say that kind of thing!”
Yuuri watched out of the corner of his eye as Victor’s nose turned pink. He giggled and tightened his grip on Victor’s arm. It was going to be a good night.
