From the very beginning I thought that Victor was being a jerk here. And now. Now I can’t stop laughing. Because I see that smile and it’s the fakest smile ever. He’s so mad. Like. SO MAD. He’s just thinking “You stupid sexy Japanese drunkard. I’ve been waiting to see you in every fucking single competition after the Grand Prix Final. And YOU. You’re just here so happy about your fucking
delicious katsudon. You better get ready for my coaching, you traitor.”
And I just think this is adorable.