A Viktuuri love child that just wants to play hockey and, "No, dad, you cannot add rhinestones to my jersey!"
“But you’d look so pretty!” Viktor whines.
“No. NO RHINESTONES.” Koichi eyes him warily, defensively covering his jersey and holding it against his chest.
“How about this?” he asked, casually fishing out a random bag of pink glitter from his pocket. There’s a long silence before Koichi lets out a high-pitched scream and makes a getaway dash towards the door and out of the room, tripping several times throughout the apartment until he (literally) runs into Yuuri in the kitchen carrying a coffee mug in one hand and a skating magazine in the other.
“Ah, what’s up kiddo?”
“Dad, dad won’t stop chasing me with glitter, PLEASE STOP HIM.”
Yuuri tries to stifle a laugh but fails. “I don’t know, you could probably pull off the sparkly shimmery look.”
“Fine. Viktor, stop chasing our son with glitter.”
“Yuuri do you want to know why his hockey games are so boring?” Viktor asks, appearing abruptly in the doorway with a huge nerf gun loaded with glitter. Koichi swallows loudly. “Obviously because everyone’s wearing the same dull outfits.”
“Viktor, you’re not going to–”
До свида́ния, boring jersey.”
Cut scene, next practice Koichi shows up at the rink sporting a jersey untastefully covered in glitter that’s painful to look at.