when four months into the coaching yuuri realizes victor hasn't flirted with anyone else
Yuuri nearly dropped his sandwich when the realization hit him. It only made more sense the further back he looked for hints.
It was a common misconception that Victor Nikiforov was a playboy. Anyone who had spent a day with him and paid attention would know that this was not the truth. And while the running joke that every person in the world had or had had a crush on him at some point in their lives… that didn’t mean Victor flirted with people left and right.
Quite on the contrary, actually.
When Victor’s presence in Hasetsu was still a novelty he couldn’t go anywhere without being stopped for photographs and receiving a fairly impressive amount of love letters from his fans. People from all over the country had come to the city just to try their luck and give Victor a gift.
Victor… didn’t seem to mind. Some people went as far as giving Victor their phone numbers—sneaking them in his grocery basket or even walking up to him and giving it to them with a smile and a wink. All Victor did was tear it and throw it in the garbage when he knew people weren’t looking.
What was odd, and what took Yuuri literal months to realize was that he didn’t act like that with everybody. Yuuko, in fact, realized it much earlier.
“Here,” she said, giving Yuuri a small piece of paper. “Give it to Victor, please.”
Yuuri looked at what seemed to be the new opening hours for Hasetsu Ice Castle hastily written in Yuuko’s handwriting. Not even ten steps away from them, Victor was found talking to Nishigori about ice hockey players.
“Why? He’s… right there.”
Yuuko shook her head and chuckled in a fashion Yuuri knew. It usually meant she knew something he didn’t.
“If you give him that, he won’t throw it away,” she winked. “It’s the third schedule I’m trying to give to him, and he keeps throwing them out.”
Yuuri guessed he must have been looking at her with a doubtful look, for Yuuko rolled her eyes and kept going.
“You gave him a candy wrapper last week because you didn’t have pockets and he put it in his backpack. I saw it fall out of his bag yesterday and Victor picked it up and put it back into his backpack.”
Yuuri frowned, feeling his cheeks get warm. Whatever Yuuko was suggesting was nonsense.
“That just means he doesn’t like littering, but fine—I’m gonna give it to him.”
The worst part about the whole ordeal was having to deal with Yuuko’s “I told you so” smile for the rest of the week.
After that incident, Yuuri started paying closer attention to the things Victor did. One of the things he noticed was that he seemed to forget everything other people told him but would keep in mind the smallest details Yuuri mentioned in their conversations.
“You mentioned a while ago that your DS case was broken, so when I saw this one in town I knew I couldn’t resist,” Victor explained to a puzzled Yuuri holding a paper bag one evening.
Yuuri couldn’t remember ever mentioning that to Victor. The new case, however, was much more adorable than his current, broken one—somehow, Victor had managed to get his hands on a poodle-pattern case that looked suspiciously similar to Yuuri’s phone case.
The hundreds of mentions of Mari’s birthday went right over his head.
“He only cares if it’s about you,” Mari teased Yuuri, who was staring at the unashamed, forgetful Victor Nikiforov.
But the last straw had been minutes ago, when Victor flat out refused to have lunch with Yuuri’s young, rich, and handsome sponsor, a famous CEO that was a known heartthrob among Japanese figure skaters. Victor had refused, without hesitation, a free lunch at his expense at one of Tokyo’s most renowned restaurants in favor to eat a subway sandwich with Yuuri.
“This one is the only restaurant that offers cream cheese in Tokyo, Yuuri!” Victor said excitedly as they took the elevator to the first floor. “And it’s also pretty close to Harajuku. I’d love it if we could go shopping there until it’s time for your next appointment—we should get you an extra jacket since you forgot to pack your favorite one back in Hasetsu.”
Yuuri had always heard that realizing someone is flirting with you is a slow, logical process of understanding. To him, it felt more like a bus had hit him and dragged him from Hasetsu and back.
“Ah…” Victor’s groan brought his attention back to the moment. In front of him, a great portion of his sandwich’s fillings had spilled from the other end, making a mess on Victor’s hands. “Damn it, I made a mess.”
Like muscle memory, Yuuri grabbed his napkin and gave it to Victor.
“Oh, no, you don’t have to—“
“I got an extra pair,” Yuuri explained, feeling his cheeks get warm. “I’ve noticed you make a mess when you eat sandwiches so I was prepared.”
“Aww, you pay attention to me!” Victor giggled as he took the napkin. “Yuuri! That’s really sweet of you.”
Blushing, Yuuri smiled as he looked at the space between them.
“I still have a long way to go until I’m as careful with you as you are with me.”
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