Victor and Yuuri (and any other YOI characters that could fit into this scene), 46. Shut up, I am a delight!
“Enough with this foolishness, Vitya!“ Yakov barked out. “Up with you!”
“Room…spinning…ow.” Victor opened an eye, expecting his coach to be the one who’d kicked his side, but it was actually Yuri. “Oh, Yurio. Have you come to see my demise here?”
“It’s your own damn fault for coaching that pig and assuming you could return to form so easily,” Yuri spat out, kicking Victor again for good measure. It didn’t hurt by any means, but Victor let out a dramatic sound of despair.
“It’s going well, I think!” Victor waved a hand in Yakov’s general direction. “Right, Yakov?”
“See, perfect answer!”
“Oh, shut up.” Yuri would’ve been stomping away, had he been able to on the ice. “And move, you’re in my way.”
“Hush, I am a delight!”
“Only that pork cutlet bowl would think so,” Yuri growled. “Now move.”
With a huge sigh, Victor got to his feet. Truth be told, he was fairly exhausted - everyone had told him he was insane for agreeing to continue to coach Yuuri while also competing again. While he didn’t regret the decision one bit, the physical demands were starting to take a toll on him. Inspiration could only do so much physically, after all.
There were definitely perks to the whole setup, however…
“Victor? Are you still here?”
He noticed the flash of gold before he even really saw Yuuri’s face. Either way, it made him break out into a huge grin as he quickly skated towards the edge of the rink. “Yuuri!”
He ignored Yurio and Yakov’s complaining as Victor went to tightly embrace Yuuri, the two of them immediately breaking out into grins and clearly in their own little world.
Sure, everything on the ice was called love…but when he was with Yuuri, everything else around him was tinted with it as well, and it would always be what gave him strength.