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Took a wrong turn somewhere (or is it right?)

[When Yuuri wakes up, he's greeted with a pounding headache, the likes of which he's never had before. Opening his eyes gets him an eyeful of cheerful sunlight that sends him whimpering back under the covers. He tries again a few minutes later, just managing to swing his legs over the side of the bed, wincing the whole time.

He freezes when he finally gets a good look at the room. This is...not his hotel room.

The shock is enough to temporarily push back the discomfort and make him jump to his feet. What happened? Where am I? he wonders, when he comes up empty handed after a quick search of the room for his belongings. One hand running through his hair as his panic steadily rises, Yuuri finally starts toward the door, intent on finding answers.]

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[Yuuri tries and fails at keeping the guilty look off his face. He can't even deny it because it's true. They would just get carried away again, judging by how the pole dancing lesson went. Thankfully, there's a kiss to distract him. Caught up in it, Yuuri even finds himself drifting forward just so, chasing after those lips when they pull away.]

Hmm. [He says, as if he needs to think about it. On the one hand, he's going way out of his comfort zone with all this teasing and physical affection. On the other...he does like being kissed a lot.] I don't know. You might have to convince me some more.

How about... [he'll break the thought with another quick kiss, lingering close, fingers still dancing along Yuuri's chin]

I feed you some of that dinner you're making?

[He leans into Victor's touch with a soft sigh, letting himself be swayed.]

I think you've got a deal. [His eyes flick up to meet Victor's for a moment, before he leans in again, hopefully. One more kiss before he goes back to cooking?]

[he'll seal that deal with a kiss, yes, smiling to return Yuuri's playful sentiment. He's going to be curiously, if silently watching the man work, not wanting to distract him again. Victor's quite hungry by now! And looking forward to tasting authentic japanese food, he didn't get to try enough when he visited Japan last.]

[Lips still tingling from the kisses, Yuuri turns his attention back to the counter with a helpless sort of smile. With a jolt, he realizes he's actually happy. Not all of his worries have been swept away, not even close, but he'd be lying if he said Victor wasn't pulling him out of his emotional slump a lot faster than he would've thought possible.

Motivated by his desire to put another smile on Victor's face, Yuuri focuses on preparing the ingredients and then quickly putting the dish together. Luckily for him, he's had a decent amount of practice making katsudon on his own, and the recipe comes easily to him.]

Almost done. [Yuuri tells him a while later, eyes bright as he's scooping the rice into two bowls.] I hope you're hungry.

Starving! It smells so good! [Victor had been hovering around, grabbing things for Yuuri if he needed them, but mostly just watching curiously.]

I don't think I own any chopsticks, is it a crime to eat these with a fork?

[Yuuri laughs as he finishes filling the bowls with the egg and cutlets, too.] No, no. A lot of the tourists at the inn used forks and spoons. We can use those if you don't have chopsticks.

[Still smiling, Yuuri sets the used pans in the sink before peering into the drawers in the kitchen until he finds the one with cutlery.] Here, you take one of the bowls and I'll grab the other one.

[Victor will do as instructed, taking one of the bowls and moving it to the table to sit down with it. He's pushing it up under his nose to smell, his eyes sparkly and it seems pretty clear he would dig in right away if not for the lack of a utensil. He looks to Yuuri, watching him approach with scarcely held in excitement]

These are so impressive, Yuuri! [he can barely put together a stew, this was much more complex]

[The compliment warms him right up, drawing a pleased, bashful smile out of him as he joins Victor with his own bowl and the utensils for both of them.]

Thanks. Um, I really hope you like it. [Please like it. Nervous as he is to see what Victor thinks, Yuuri doesn't even dig into his favorite meal right away.]

It looks and smells so good, I'm sure it tastes-- [he'll be shoveling some pork and egg and rice onto a fork, wanting the whole flavor at once. He wants to go stuffing the bite into his mouth, but seeing Yuuri waiting he'll remember his earlier promise. He'll turn his spoon toward Yuuri, offering to feed him the first bite]

Well, you first! The cook should always try their dish before serving.

[Oh, Victor. Yuuri had gotten so distracted by cooking that the little promise had just about slipped his mind. It's weirdly endearing that Victor's still keeping it despite that.

Smiling helplessly, he leans forward and eats the spoonful that Victor's offering him.]

It tastes a little different, but it's still good. [Yuuri quickly scoops up some of the rice and egg from his bowl and holds out his spoon for Victor this time.] Your turn.

[Victor leans in, he's really going to be sure and look perfectly cool and seductive. Feeding someone is really intimate and sensual, isn't it? He's laying it on thick and it probably would have been pulled off if he stuck to it.]

[Instead he completely breaks it by looking very surprised. He had expected it to be good, but not crazy good. He just makes a throaty squeak with it in his mouth, chewing slowly before swallowing. A hand is half over his mouth when he speaks after because he's worried he'll spit on Yuuri, for how much that made his mouth water]

Oh my god..! [YUURI MADE THAT. LIKE. HE SAW IT. He can't even believe it!]

[At first, he's just mesmerized by Victor's efforrts at seduction, even though part of him knew Victor was 100% doing it on purpose.

Then, he's struck by a sudden sense of horror. "Oh my god"?? That's--is that a good reaction or a bad one?? Yuuri clutches at his chest with his free hand, looking at Victor imploringly.]

H-how is it?

That's the best thing I've ever ate!! Your mother makes a better one? Does she cook for a god!?

[Victor stop yelling]

[Yuuri blushes, expression brightening at the praise even.]

Um, yeah, my mom's katsudon is the best. I've tried katsudon in other places before, but I haven't found one that I liked more than hers. [He shifts happily in his seat.] I'm glad you like it so much. I wouldn't mind cooking it for you, whenever you feel like having it again.

[If that wasn't obvious enough already.]

It's amazing! [he's going to take his bowl and shovel another bite into his face. He moans at the second bite, sighing around his fork before it's even slipped out of his mouth again. The idea that Yuuri would make this for him whenever he could want, that's dangerous. That's how someone ends up getting fat...........]

MMmnnnnnmnhhhm--! Yuuri, marry me yesterday..!

[Oh. Yuuri watches Victor eat, hands pressed to his mouth, and his own katsudon momentarily forgotten. "Cute" wouldn't have exactly been in the list of words he'd use to describe Victor before this--words like charming and handsome and charismatic would've belonged there more, in his opinion. But this...this is definitely cute.

Yuuri enjoys good food a lot, of course he does, but even he wouldn't have predicted his katsudon would get this kind of reaction. The marriage proposal only makes his face turn even redder.]

I... [He laughs nervously, face still aflame. Calm down, he has to tell himself. Victor's just joking.] I've never gotten a proposal because of my cooking before.

[is he kidding?

Is he?]

You must not have cooked for many people, then! [He says this between bites, rice getting stuck to his cheeks as he greedily ate his, but also tried to savor it, but also tried to pay attention to Yuuri]

[Yuuri blinks, toying absently with his spoon.] You're right. I... haven't, actually. Only Phichit and Celestino have had my cooking before this.

[It's a very exclusive club, apparently. Yuuko and Takeshi probably should've been on that list, but with his mom's far superior cooking available instead, Yuuri had just never bothered back then.

Smiling, Yuuri begins eating his meal, too, trying not to be too aware of Victor's eyes on him even as he looks back.]

Ah, you have... [Eyes lighting up with amusement, Yuuri unthinkingly reaches out unthinkingly and brushes the stray rice from Victor's cheeks with his thumb.]

[Victor looks surprised just a moment, while Yuuri brushed rice off his face. It breaks into a big grin just a moment later. How is he so sweet? Victor's heart could melt any moment and Yuuri would be entirely to blame.]

I've never been so doted on!

[Yuuri's eyes widen and he yanks his hand back with impressive speed.]

Sorry! I wasn't thinking. [He stammers, hand curled against his chest. What was he thinking?] I-I'm not usually this... you know. Touchy. With people.

Yuuri, you could lick rice off my face and I wouldn't find it too touchy.

Li-lick--[Yuuri squeaks out, hands flying up to his face like he's slightly scandalized just by the thought. Or a lot scandalized.]

You should really warn me before you say things like that. [Yuuri says to the top of the table, the tips of his ears pinking up. His heart can't take all the suggestive things Victor keeps throwing out so freely!]

Hahaa, warning, warning! [he practically sings it]

I'd let you lick anywhere you wanted, Yuuri.

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