No way, it couldn’t be… could it?
It was, it had to be and he couldn’t believe it. Yuuri had given up on the idea of finding someone, anyone he knew in this strange city but just up ahead was the man he’d recognise anywhere. His idol, his coach, his… friend? By some miracle, Viktor Nikiforov was here in this bizarre place and Yuuri suddenly didn’t feel so alone, lost and confused. He’d be okay if he was with Viktor, right? He had to be.
He began to move, eyes locked firmly on the taller of the two, his voice calling out before he even realised.
He had to get his attention, he had to, just…
“Oof!” A sharp pain tore through the top of his head and Yuuri stumbled for a moment as a daze took over him. Rubbing his head, he averted his gaze down to the ground. A block of cheese encased in red wax innocently sat there, as though it did nothing wrong. He glanced upward again, then back at Viktor, who he was sure had witnessed that embarrassing few moments. Heat rose up his cheeks; great… like he didn’t embarrass himself enough around him… but it was important that he reached him, he couldn’t bear this place much longer. He side-stepped the cheese and hurried onward to his coach. “Viktor! What... what are you doing here?” He asked, somewhat breathless. Now this… had to be a dream, right?
