Ok ya know that blessed image of Yurio serving pirozhki to Lillia and Yakov??
What if that’s not the only thing he knows how to make?? What if the time he’s not busy skating (or being super emo) is spent in the kitchen ?
Imagine Victor calling him with an SOS saying “Yurio I’ve had nothing but katsudon for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for weeks. Now don’t get me wrong I love it and I love Yuuri but the next skating season is about to beg–”
“I’m on my way.”
Yurio slams open their door to their apartment less than 10 minutes later to with a kit of knives and assorted cooking utensils shouting “STEP ASIDE PORK CUTLET BOWL"
He’s been in the kitchen for over 2 hours now doing GOD KNOWS what, clattering around with the occasional swear
"Yurioooo we’re hungry" "You cannot rush perfection old man" "I’m pretty sure my stomach has begun digesting itself" ”SHUT UP KATSUDON. I NEED ABSOLUTE AND COMPLETE FOCUS"
He then calls them to the table, which is covered with a silk runner, a beautifully decorated candelabra, and cloth napkins folded in the shapes of swans (Yurio brought all of this along)
"Alright folks tonight we have a nice al dente pasta, so that it has a bit of a firmness when you bite into it. Now that’s covered with an exquisitely seasoned crushed tomato topping and orbs of pulverized beef. And for garnish we have some fresh picked basil. Enjoy“ "Yurio, darling.. I’m pretty sure this is just spaghetti and meatballs"
Yurio begins fuming, screaming absolute nonsense about "not knowing art” and “ungrateful washed up pricks” as he shoves his things back into his bag (plates of spaghetti and all). He storms out with both his middle fingers extended towards the couple before slamming the door behind him