Some new shirts were spotted at the WEGO Exhibition this week. Looks like there are two colors per design to pick from. I’ll update with prices and order links if the shirts go up for sale on the WEGO site any time soon!
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Victor pressed a gently kiss to Yuuri’s
forehead as he carefully slipped out of bed.
This may be a vacation for Yuuri, but he
sadly still had to pull at least a couple of hours at the rink each day to
prepare for his upcoming competition.
He pulled on the first set of clothes he
could get his hands on before exiting the room. He stretched his arms above his
head as he wandered downstairs, curious as to what type of food he could get
his hands on this early in the morning.
Strangely, the light of the kitchen was on,
illuminating the hallway and catching his attention.
It was rather early, a little after he
would normally get up in the morning if he was at home.
He stepped into the kitchen, curious as to who
was up this early.
“Oh, good morning, Vicchan,” Hiroko greeted
him from the kitchen bench, hands carefully cutting up some vegetable he didn’t
“Good morning,” he greeted, glancing around
the room, spotting an older man reading a paper at the small table set up in
the corner of the kitchen.
“Oh, Vicchan, that is my husband and Yuuri’s
father,” Hiroko explained, the man glanced up and sent him a small smile.
“Ah, good morning, I apologise for not
greeting you yesterday,” the man said, giving him a gently smile that almost
echoed the gentle smile Yuuri often sent him, “I’m Toshiya Katsuki.”
“It’s a pleasure,” he said, walking over to
shake the man’s hand politely. Toshiya stared at him for a moment before shaking
his hand with a nod and returning to his paper.
“Are you hungry, Vicchan? Can I make you
anything? Is there something else you need?” Hiroko asked as she carefully
poured some oil into a warming pan.
“Some food would be lovely. Could I also
bug you for directions to the local skating rink?” he asked, causing Hiroko to
turn towards him with a bright smile.
“Oh, yes, Yuuri mentioned that you skated,”
Hiroko hummed as she skilfully moved around the kitchen, stirring random pots before
adding a slice of fish that seemingly came from nowhere – or he hadn’t been
paying as close of attention to Hiroko hands as he thought.
“Yes. Yuuri also said that he organised for
me to skate?” he said, glancing behind him as he heard Toshiya turned the
paper, seeming content to just sit and read.
Hiroko spoke up suddenly in Japanese,
causing Toshiya to glance up before setting his paper down and leaving the room
without a word.
“Yes, yes. Yuuko was here only the other
day, telling us about how excited she was for Yuuri’s visit,” Hiroko said while
pulling out some plates and carefully serving up three portions.
“Yuu-ko?” he repeated slowly, hoping he had
gotten the name right. Hiroko chuckled and nodded her head while handing him
two plates and directed him to the table Toshiya had previously been sitting
“Yes, Yuuko. She is a childhood friend of
Yuuri’s. Her family runs the ice rink,” Hiroko explained as Toshiya returned, a
piece of paper in his hands which was handed to him once his hands were empty
“That is a map of the town and I
highlighted the path from here to the ice rink,” Toshiya said with that same
gentle smile on his face while sitting back at the table.
“Sit, sit, Vicchan,” Hiroko said happily
while placing plates and bowls all around him until he had a rather impressive collection.
“You have your Gohan – rice, your Miso –
soup, Yakizakana – fish, Tsukemono – pickled vegetables, Nori – flavoured seaweed
and Kobachi – vegetables,” Hiroko said while carefully pointing towards each of
the bowls in turn. He simply stared at the collection in front of him for a
moment before smiling and nodding his head.
He wasn’t sure he could name more than two
of the words Hiroko had just told him, let along explain what he was eating.
But the food smelt amazing and if it was anything like Yuuri’s own cooking – on
the rare occasion that Yuuri could be bothered cooking Japanese cuisine – it would
He picked up his chopsticks – exactly how
Yuuri had been showing him – and carefully began eating.
As he expected, the food was incredible,
tasting even better than Yuuri’s cooking – something he would blame on not
having the same ingredients available in Russia to save Yuuri’s feelings.
Now, if only he could somehow convince Hiroko
to cooking Katsudon, that would be the real test.
Yuuri quietly opened the door to his old
bedroom and poked his head into the room. It was a little after nine, meaning
it was probably time that he got up.
He smiled softly as he spotted Yuri sitting
up in bed, staring out the window.
“Good morning, Yurochka,” he called out
gently, causing Yuri’s head to snap towards him with a bright smile on his
“Papa!” Yuri called out. He chuckled at his
son’s ridiculous bed hair as he moved towards the boy, sitting down on the edge
of the bed.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked as he rose a
hand to brush some of the boy’s hair out of his face, making a mental note to
try and track down the boy’s hair brush after breakfast. Yuri nodded his head,
smiling at him bright.
There was a soft boofing sound from beside
the boy, causing him to finally take notice of Makkachin, who was half covered
by the bedding.
“Oh, sorry Makkachin, good morning,” he
greeted the poodle, reaching over to pat the dog on the top of the head, “Did
you look after Yuri for me?” he asked, earning a whine of protest from Yuri.
“No, papa! I looked after Makkachin!” Yuri
declared while grabbing his arm and shaking it slightly.
“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, ruffling the boy
hair, “You ready to get up?”
“Yes!” Yuri said, kicking off the bedding
and jumping out of bed. He chuckled softly as he followed the boy, getting back
to his feet and moving towards the door.
“Coming, Makka?” he asked the poodle, who
hurried after them without another word.
Yuuri let the way to the dining area,
letting Yuri cling to the back of his shirt.
“Yuuri! Yu-chan! Good morning.” He came to
a halt at the sound of his name, smiling as he spotted his father.
“Good morning, tousan,” he greeted before
glancing towards Yuri. The boy stared up at his grandfather for a moment before
shyly hiding behind him.
“Morning, Jiji,” Yuri mumbled quiet.
“I meet your partner this morning,” his
father said, causing him to pause in surprise.
Sure, he had come out to his parents as gay
a while ago, but it was still rather surprising how accepting they were of it.
Neither of his parents batted an eye when
he told them that he was dating another gay – something that he felt had to be
made clear, rather than just telling them he was dating someone.
They actually got quite excited when he
told them that they – being Yuri, Victor and himself – would all be making a
surprise, last minute trip to see them.
Despite everything, he still never believed
that they accepted his sexuality, but here his father was, referring to Victor
not as a ‘friend’ but as his partner.
“And?” he quickly asked, earning a bright
smile from his father.
“A charming boy. Very, very nice,” his
father said, nodding his head while reaching over to pat him on the shoulder, “Very
good man for you.”
“Thank you,” he stuttered out in embarrassment.
“Go have something to eat. Your kaasan has
been waiting for you to get up,” his father waved them off, continuing on his
way to wherever he was going.
“Papa, hungry,” Yuri whined, tugging on his
shirt to gain his attention. He ruffled the boys head before waving him off him.
“You know where the dining room is from
here,” he told the boy with a smile.
Yuri took a few steps in front of him
before pausing and glancing back at him. He rolled his eyes as he caught up
with the boy and walked beside him to the dining hall, where – as his father
promised – his mother was waiting for them with a huge breakfast.
“Yuuri, before you go!”
He finished dying Yuri’s shoes before
glancing up to his mother hurrying towards him.
“Yes?” he asked, before blinking as he was
handed a wrapped bento box.
“For Vicchan!” his mother said with a
“Oh,” he mumbled softly, “Thank you.”
“Bye Baba,” Yuri said while opening the
“Bye-bye, Yu-chan, be good,” his mother
said. He smiled at his mother before hurrying after Yuri, not wanting the boy
to get too far ahead of him.
“We will be back later,” he called out with
a final wave over his shoulder.
He sighed softly as he caught up to Yuri,
grabbing a hold of the boy’s hand.
“Don’t run off on me, Yurochka,” he told
the boy while tugging him in the opposite direction.
“We are going to find Vicchan, right, papa?”
Yuri questioned while happily skipping beside him.
“Yes,” he smiled, nodding his head softly.
“And Vicchan is at the skating rink, right?
We can skate?” Yuri asked him excitedly. He chuckled softly while ruffling the
boys head gently.
“Sorry, Yurochka, not today,” he said,
causing the boy to deflate.
“What? Why?” Yuri demanded, turning to look
at him with an adorable pout on his lips. He chuckled softly and ruffled the boy’s
“We are going to look around today. Maybe
if you ask Victor nicely, you can skate with him tomorrow,” he said. Yuri
stared up at him for a moment before huffing and turning away from him. He
blinked in surprised, not expecting Yuri to continue to pout at him.
The rest of the walk to the rink was quiet
and uneventful. Yuri continued to ignore him, though never wandered more than
three steps away from him.
He entered the rink, recognising the woman
standing behind the counter fixing rental skates right away.
He couldn’t help but smile shyly as the
woman turned towards him, only to pause.
“YUURI!” Yuuko squealed in delight,
hurrying to the front of the counter. He chuckled softly while approaching the
counter to greet his childhood friend, only to yelp in surprise as he was hit
on top of the head.
“Ow,” he whined, glancing up at Yuuko in
“You’re dating Victor Nikiforov!?” Yuuko
hissed, peaking up to clearly check if Victor wasn’t in earshot.
“Yes?” he replied hesitantly, earning a
pointed look from Yuuko.
“And why did I only find this out when
Victor Nikiforov came to my rink, telling me that his boyfriend had organised
ice time for him?!” Yuuko huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Papa,” Yuri mumbled, tugging on the back
of his shirt.
“Yes?” he questioned, turning towards Yuri
who was glancing around curiously.
“Where is Vicchan?” the boy asked, he
smiled as he gently handed the boy the bento box his mother had made.
“Vicchan is through those doors. Can you go
give him this for me?” he asked, pointing towards the doors that lead to the
“Oh my god,” Yuuko whispered from behind
him, “That is your son? He is adorable.”
“Oh,” he mumbled, blushing softly, “Thank
“I’ve seen photos, but seriously, they don’t
do that kid justice,” Yuuko cooed softly.
“How are your trio?” he asked, earning a
bright smile in response.
“Trouble makers, I don’t know where they
get it front,” Yuuko sighed while pulling out her phone to show him some
pictures of her triplet girls. How Yuuko – and Takeshi, his other childhood
friend – dealt with three kids was beyond him. One was plenty at the moment.
“But seriously, we need to catch up. I need
to know how you managed to hook Victor Nikiforov,” Yuuko insisted while giving
him a pointed look.
He glanced up at his nickname and smiled as
he saw Victor standing in the doorway of the rink in his workout gear, his
skates still on his feet.
“Hi,” he said, giving Yuuko a small smile
before walking over to his boyfriend. Victor didn’t even hesitate to wrap an
arm around his waist and pull him into a kiss, right there in the doorway of
He gasped in surprise causing Victor to
chuckle softly as they continued to kiss for a moment.
“Hi,” Victor mumbled softly when they
finally broke apart, a grin that could only spell trouble on his lips.
“Gross,” Yuri mumbled from somewhere nearby.
“I need all the details later, Yuuri, all
of them,” Yuuko giggled from behind him – in Japanese so Victor couldn’t understand,
of course - causing him to groan as he buried his face into his boyfriend’s
“What?” Victor questioned.
He simply let out another groan, this time
into his boyfriend’s chest.
A continuation of my Yurio Catches Puberty story, the introduction and “index” of which is here.
Yuri’s Angels Hasetsu Local Branch: Co-Presidents Axel, Lutz, and Loop
Realistically, the triplets were too young to be doing pretty much anything they ever did; Yuuri wouldn’t have banked on any child of Takeshi Nishigori having more than an ounce of sense in them, but he charitably believed they’d had a near miss and gotten it from Yuko’s side. And he tried to indulge them, because after all they were the ones who had filmed him without…his permission and uploaded it without…any thought for what might happen…
Actually he probably should still be mad at them about that. But, well, they were kids.
So was Yurio, something he was trying hard to remember during their first day of practice at Ice Castle. (There is a readmore below! Read more!)
He looks like he belongs in a lineup of superpowerful villains who serve the Big Bad with their elite skills, smirking as he watches the heroes approach and thirsting for the battle that will come. He looks like he should be screaming and laughing as he moves his body around like a demented puppet before leaping forward to grab the protagonist’s face and throw him through a wall.
I mean, look at that evil-spiked hair and those razor-sharp eyebrows and that stabbing beak of a nose. It’s like someone tried to draw Vegeta but a demon was possessing the pen and twisted the drawing into a nightmare. This character looks fully prepared to stab his bare hand through the chest of an innocent nakama and casually toss the bloody body aside.