He was delightfully torn between amusement and sympathy for his scaredy piglet’s endearing plight, though he wasn’t about to complain about the precious closeness the situation had earnt him. It wasn’t often that Yuuri initiated physical contact of any kind, always tucked away in his ridiculous personal space bubble. Viktor couldn’t help donning a foxy, self-satisfied smirk, taking advantage of the fact that Yuuri kept his eyes rigorously sealed. He even dared to trace slender fingers down the curve of his host’s pliable spine, with the unspoken excuse of providing a gesture of reassurance, only to casually splay his hand to rest above his tailbone, in a subtly intimate hold. He barely registered the gore-splattered frames and chillingly piercing screams spawning from the horror movie he suspected they had been tricked into seeing; frankly, when he’d asked Mari to pick something good for their movie night he hadn’t expected her to choose something so unnecessarily vile. But he sure was glad she did - perhaps she’d sensed the mood and intent, or perhaps she simply wanted to prank Yuuri into a possible (?) heart attack? Then again, he reflected briefly, Japanese horrors were known worldwide for being some of the very best ever produced in the genre, so much that they had faithful followings and numerous western remakes. So she hadn’t been so off the mark after all.
Still, he wasn’t quite as naïve as his pupil, who was currently clinging to him like his life depended on it. Now, if only he could sneak a photo in while Yuuri was otherwise distracted … but he was afraid that the tiniest shift would make him part from that lovely fusion of upper limbs and chests he was so shamelessly enjoying. He knew it was rather silly, but he couldn’t help but wanting to show off his time in Hasetsu to the world – and, in some way, as he was slowly coming to terms with, just how much he was finally enjoying life thanks to a seemingly unassuming Japanese skater, his rising star.
Artfully modulating his mirth in a delicate little chuckle, the skating sensation tilted his head forward ever-so-slightly to whisper the soothing words against the top of his pupil’s head, nose unabashedly burrowing in his shampoo-scented locks, conveniently ignoring forgetting about propriety. He’d never felt quite this unconditionally close to another human being before, and he found that he didn’t mind one bit - the sensual overtones in his silky voice were almost a reflex.
“It’s okay, Yuuri. Just look at me until it’s over.”
The sensation of Viktor’s hands stroking his back, which would have normally sent Yuuri hurtling to the other side of the room in an embarrassed panic, was something that was now calming him down - or at least, stopping him from completely fainting of fright. His heart was pounding madly in his chest, and Yuuri had no doubt that Viktor could feel it, considering how much he plastered himself against his coach.
Though, once Viktor pressed his face closer and spoke near his head, Yuuri couldn’t stop the shiver from running through his spine - coincidentally, the TV speakers blasted a chilling scream, causing Yuuri to not only get those chills, but to also bury his face into Viktor’s shoulder. “C-can I just keep m-my face here i-instead of l-looking at y-you?“ Yuuri mumbled, refusing to move his head even an inch away. Looking up at Viktor meant moving away, and moving away meant that he had less contact with his safety net (AKA Viktor), and less contact with his safety net meant a more scared Yuuri.
Nope, he’d rather bury his face into Viktor until every single scary moment was over.
The terrifying music stopped, and the movie fell into a small respite from the gore. "I-is it over yet...?“ Hesitantly, the raven haired skater moved his head, peeking a single eye at the screen, while slowly relaxing his death grip on Viktor.
