For a crack mental image: Consider young Yuuri having videos of his learning how to stop. Including running into walls a lot.
Yuuri comes back from the supermarket to find the worst thing he could possibly imagine.
Victor and his family (and a few inn patrons) are all gathered around the tv in the dining room. At first he isn’t overly concerned because it isn’t entirely unusual for Victor to draw a crowd.
But when he hears his mother’s giggle combined with Victor’s “Wow!” he knows something’s up.
He puts the groceries in the kitchen and warily makes his way over to the small gathering. Before he can see what they’re watching, a laugh ripples through the group, Victor’s bark of laughter the loudest.
“Oh, Yuuuuuri!” Victor calls with a wide smile when Yuuri puts a hand on his shoulder. He turns to the right to face Yuuri, but in doing so gives him a view straight to the tv.
And there, on the screen, is tiny, chubby Yuuri, tears in his eyes, but a determined look on his face, as he stands on the ice with wobbly legs. He recognizes the video straight away. It’s a home movie Minako took when Yuuri was first learning to skate. “No.” He whispers.
He immediately tries to get in front of Victor, dearly hoping the damage hasn’t already been done.
“Ah, Yuuri, you’re blushing,” Victor (un)helpfully points out. He slings an arm around Yuuri’s shoulder and pulls him in close, effectively blocking Yuuri’s attempt at distracting him.
The young Yuuri on screen goes barrelling across the ice and smacks into the boards with a ‘thud’. Yuuri buries his head in Victor’s chest in shame with a groan.
“Ah,” Victor sighs with smile, “I always thought you would have been cute when you were young. But you’re just adorable! I think I’ve fallen more in love.”
“Thank you, but please turn it off,” Yuuri mumbles into Victor’s chest, his face red-hot.
Victor laughs, pressing a light kiss to the top of Yuuri’s head. He turns to Mama-Katsuki and says, “Thank you, but I’ll watch the rest later.”
She smiles at him, pressing a hand to her cheek. “Oh, that’s fine. I have many more tapes. You just have to ask.”
“I’m going to burn them before you can,” Yuuri tells him. There’s no way Victor’s ever going to see the video of him trying his first spins.
The crowd groans in protest as Mama-Katsuki turns the tv off.
“It’s nice to know someone so talented started off the same as everyone else.” One of the older men says.
“Mmmn,” Victor shakes his head. “I think you started off pretty impressive,” he whispers. “You should have seen how bad I was when I first started. Bruises everywhere.”
“You have videos too?” Yuuri asks, looking up at him. He’s seen Victor at most stages of life, but never as a small child.
“Maybe,” Victor shrugs, looking at the blank tv. “How about...” he glances down at Yuuri, and says with a wink, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
