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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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[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.

[A soft, strangled sort of noise escapes him at Victor's teasing, and Yuuri shifts his hands until they cover his face completely.] You're awful. [The way his hands muffle the words don't make them sound any more convincing, when he didn't mean them at all to begin with.

Then, slowly, like he can't help but ask out of curiosity--] ...would you really?

[As much as Victor's forwardness embarrasses him, it intrigues him as well. In Japan, especially in a small town like Hasetsu, a statement so bold would've been shocking. And even in America, Yuuri had never really had this kind of attention directed at him.]

Consider it an open invitation, available anytime you so please. [breezy as ever]

[Yuuri ducks his head again, biting at his bottom lip.] I guess I wouldn't mind, if it's you. [He says, voice barely audible. For him, someone who rarely lets people close, just admitting that is a big deal. He can't deny that he likes having Victor touch him in any way, though.

Letting those words hang between them, Yuuri quickly goes back to eating his food, maybe just a little concerned that Victor's drawing these things out of him so easily.]

[Maybe an attempt to keep "slow" the operative word, Victor won't say more once Yuuri is eating his food. It's also because he doesn't want the man to sputter and choke if he said something scandalous, again. Playing nice, he'll put another spoonful to his mouth and savor it as he watched Yuuri. Changing the subject, he'll curiously ask.]

Mmn, do you ever have, how do I put it..? [he'll lick his lips idly, thinking]

Memories from tasting something? You forget a moment for a while and then a flavor or smell brings it back--?

[Toying with his spoon for a moment, Yuuri purses his lips as he considers the question.]

I think I know what you mean. [He pauses, gaze going unfocused.] I haven't been back in Hasetsu with my family in years. Sometimes, something will just suddenly remind me of it. [Yuuri cocks his head to the side, eyes inquisitive.] Were you reminded of something just now?

Quite the opposite, actually. I was thinking that if I had this taste again, this moment would definitely come to mind. That was a nice thought, to me.

Oh. [Yuuri exhales, eyes widening with surprise. Then, his face lights up with a smile.]

It... it is a nice thought. [Expression soft, he meets Victor's gaze for a second before dropping his gaze back down to the table.] I'll think of you, and all this, whenever I have katsudon from now on, too. [Two of his favorite things together. Though he does still want to prove himself to Victor on the ice, the time he's spent with Victor today has already become incredibly precious to him.]

So, no champagne at our wedding? You might suddenly remember dancing circles around me and call it all off. [just casually going to joke about getting married one day, because goofing on the idea means he definitely hadn't been thinking about it, right? Not, like, at all.]

[Though Yuuri's gut instinct would be to reject anything alcoholic immediately, he pauses.] I never want to get that drunk again... but I wouldn't mind remembering dancing with you at the banquet. [The memories of stripping and pole dancing with Chris, though, he could do without, if only to keep himself from spontaneously combusting from embarrassment. Even if Victor had enjoyed watching him, it doesn't negate the fact that a bunch of other skaters, sponsors, and ISU officials had also seen him.

Abruptly, his thoughts screech to a halt. Wait. Wedding? How can Victor just throw that out so casually--oh. Right. He's just joking.]

I-it wouldn't be champagne anyway. It'd be sake. [There's still a slight stutter, despite Yuuri's best efforts to calm his racing heart and try for a casual, teasing tone as well.] My parents would be disappointed, and Minako-sensei would hunt me down if I got married anywhere but Hasetsu.

Hasetsu it is. [a cute wink, no hesitation to joke about their hypothetical wedding.]

I get wild on sake, you'll have to watch out.

You could try to give my dad and Minako-sensei a run for their money. [A faint flicker of a smile as he thinks of the people back in Hasetsu.] I inherited my dad's drinking genes and Minako-sensei... she's just a heavyweight drinker.

[This is a dangerous line he's toeing here, playing along with Victor's joke. Even though they've only spent the day together, it's all too easy to see how he might want everything they're describing sometime in the future. Sometime soon, if he's honest. Somehow, this Victor--far more within reach than the idol he'd placed on a pedestal before--is a little too easy to fall in love with, quirks and all.]

I'm not a heavy weight, but I can't wait to meet them! [he laughs at his own dumb pun]

You're really close to your family, aren't you?

[The silly pun draws a surprised huff of amusement from him. But the smile fades into a contemplative, tiny frown after a moment.]

Ah... I guess you could say that. I haven't been home to see them in years. [That might be a quick flash of guilt in his eyes.] We've done video chats, but it's not the same.

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