Yuuri doesn’t need to say I love you, because his love is best conveyed in action rather than words. It’s in the way he covers Victor up with a blanket after he succumbs to fatigue on the couch from a day filled with coaching and performing. It’s how he leaves a note on the fridge for Victor to let him know he’s taken Makkachin out with him for her morning walk and his daily jog. It’s how when they immediately get back he brandishes this absolutely earth shattering smile the minute he sees Victor’s awake and he asks him, “Are you hungry? Let me fix you something to eat.”
It’s in the way he decides to take on Victor’s personal chef’s usual duties and makes his diet approved meals himself. It’s how he ensures to remind Victor to keep hydrated after practicing drills. It’s how he rushes over if Victor has a tumble and immediately assesses the situation to make sure he’s truly fine. It’s the way he gives him a light squeeze on his shoulder to tell him he’s ready and understands what’s ahead of them.
It’s in the way he fetches new flowers to display in the kitchen, the way he helps to tidy up, and how he studies Russian cuisine in his limited free time cause he would like to replicate it for Victor. It’s in how when they have Japanese cuisine, Yuuri always gives Victor a spare slice of sweet potato cause he knows how much he loves it.
It’s in his arms that carries Victor back to bed when he’s hopelessly bone tired. It’s in the way he cradles Victor’s face in his hands and gently caresses the small tendrils of silver out of his eyes. It’s in the way he presses his forehead against his and thanks the highest being for the time they have together in a whisper when he’s sure Victor is sound asleep. It’s in the way he pulls Victor closer to him in the morning after a blissful sleep and he asks him for a few more moments to stay in each other’s warmth. Yuuri doesn’t need to say I love you, cause Victor knows how much he’s loved by him.
