Last brain cell writing strikes again. I hope you enjoy this deep-yet-not chapter.

OH AND TODAY- OH MY GOODNESS - I CAME INTO MY NEXT CLASSROOM ONLY TO SEE WRITTEN ON THE CHALKBOARD FROM THE CLASS BEFORE, WAIT FOR IT… "Eros - physical love. Agape - sacrificial love." WHAT THE HECK?! I MEAN, IT'S A FREAKING BLESSING. And HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY, YURI KATSUKI (NOV 29)!

Viktor spins a blade of grass in his fingers as he gazes up at the slowly-moving clouds in the sky. His Japanese boyfriend joins him in lazily lying back to the ground and staring up. "Thanks for coming out today, Yuri," Viktor mumbles, as he lightly tosses the blade away. A tired but content smile spreads across his face. "I'm happy we fit in time to spend with each other."

Yuri sighs while he stretches out like a well-flattened rug. [Excuse the description.] "It's hard to accept, but I can sort of understand where my mom is coming from. She isn't wrong either." This particularly catches the Russian man's attention, considering how much they'd been venting about how stupid it was. I guess it was finally time to think like grown men. "I mean, times are always changing. Customs will constantly be modified, and people who disagree will always be there. You can't get rid of any of it."

"You're absolutely right." Another blade of grass had again found its way in between Viktor's moving fingers. "And we can't ever forget that your mother is an angel. She's just trying to do things for the better. Sometimes you need to recognize an attempt, and still have the respectable confidence to stand your ground."

Yuri rolls onto his side with a silly grin fully apparent. "Did I ever specify what things I love most about my boyfriend?"

The philosophical nature of the silver-haired man quickly transforms into a playful one. He smirks and turns to face Yuri. "No, but I'd love to hear it."

He opens his mouth to respond, but it slowly closes back up. After seeing Viktor with a genuinely confused face, satisfied, he gets to his feet and brushes himself off. "Someday, I will. I promise."

Viktor squints disbelieving at the man looming over him. "That's not fair!"

"It is if you put a ring on my finger!"

The moment that sentence comes out of Yuri's mouth, the air seems to become awfully still and almost uncomfortable to handle. It doesn't take more than a second for his face to flush and for him to turn away in embarrassment. However, only a moment later, a soft, gentle hand clasps around his own. He knows the feel of that hand from anywhere. Viktor is standing there, a proud grin brightening up the setting in no time. "Once I'm out of debt, I promise," he lightly chokes out, fighting so hard against laughing and ruining it all.

"Oh, please!" Yuri nudges him in the side. He tries not to let the flattering words get to him. In front of Viktor, that is. It can't help itself but be embarrassing. "I doubt 'debt' is even in your dictionary."

"So, I guess this is goodbye." Yuri quietly mutters. Both him and Viktor are on the sidewalk, still about a block away from his home, only to make sure there wasn't any incident where someone might catch them together and then proceed to tattle.

Viktor tightens his grip on Yuri's hands before adding, "...For now. When's our next meeting?"

"Sometime on Sunday is fine."

"How about two in the afternoon?"

"Sounds good." Yuri lets go of Viktor and lets out a sigh. "I have to admit… I still feel like Juliet."

"What, you feel drop-dead beautiful? It's a reality, honey."

Yuri smirks and then teasingly punches him in the shoulder. "When will you stop being so cute?"

Viktor simply shines him a sparkly-white smile. "See you then, Yuri. I sure hope I don't die of complete boredom before then."

Yuri chuckles. "I'll have something for you next time, okay? How's that for motivation?"

An amused, satisfied lip curl comes onto his face and he slowly nods. "Gotchu. See ya, Katsudon." Viktor leans in to lightly peck the boy's cheek and then give him a small wave before walking away.

Yuri stands there for a second to watch his boyfriend go down the sidewalk. He waits for Viktor to turn around once more, but judging by his determined walking speed, he must've already had an idea in mind for the next meeting. Yuri turns one-eighty and begins to head toward his house, thinking about various things, one being how in the world he'd persuade his mother otherwise about letting him date Viktor. And heck, there wasn't a chance he'd date a girl ever again! Don't get him wrong - Kuroki was amazing, but she's no longer dating material for Yuri. His heart had been snatched away by the loveliest option he knew of: Viktor Nikiforov.

When Yuri walks in through the front door, he notices his mother busy in the kitchen preparing some sort of food. "What's up, Mom?" he asks, trying to start up a fruitful conversation. "Smells great in here!"

Mrs. Katsuki is quiet to respond with, "I'm making Pelmeni."

Isn't that…? "Mom."

She doesn't lift her head as she says, "Yes, Yuri?"

"That's Russian."

"I know that."

The boy is completely puzzled by the way she's acting. What is she aiming to accomplish by throwing together some Russian food? Trying to nag him more? No. That definitely doesn't sound like something she would ever do. "Are you making it for a specific reason?"

The short woman slowly turns her head up to look him in the face. "I want you to know that I was wrong. Freaking out like that was totally inappropriate-"

"Mom, no," he softly cuts in. "Don't be sorry. It was a reasonable response."

She runs a hand through her hair and doesn't meet his gaze. "Do you hate me, Yuri?"

Yuri's jaw drops open. "Hate y…? Of course not!" He moves forward to wrap his arms around his mother and continues to tell her it's all okay.

"I love you so much, Yuri," she mutters into his shoulder. "More than you could ever imagine."

This brings a gentle smile to his face. "I love you too, Mom."

Before he knew it, he was in his room with a nice hot cup of cocoa and Viktor's contact up on his phone screen. He quickly sends him a message, which, to be honest, will probably scare the absolute shit out of him. Maybe he'll think Mrs. Katsuki is trolling him. (YESSS.)

Yuri stands up and heads to his closet to get a new change of clothes. He'd been sweating profusely for who knows what reason. When he opens the closet door, he's shocked to see a tiny surprise he assumes his mom left there for him. He excitedly picks up the tiny flag as his other hand and then darts out of the room. The rainbow flag bounces in his hand as he runs to the kitchen.

Poor Mrs. Katsuki jumps when Yuri suddenly squishes her into a tight hug and shows her the flag in his hand. She laughs when she notices Yuri has no clue what to even say. He's completely speechless. He's happy.

*calm exhale* Friendships have officially been mended. But that's not the only thing you'll find out this chapter. That's because…. Drum roll… HEY! *steps out of the closet* I'M COMING OUT AS BI! (You don't know how much I wanted to say 'Gay' instead just so it'd rhyme.) It's been a long time that I've been keeping that in for. I mean, it's just on here I'm saying this, though. There's no way in real life I could magically come out because, GO FIGURE, I'm that cliche Christian-raised, developed-as-bisexual girl. TA-DA! GO LGBTQ+! ;DDD! Oh, and if you peeps have ANYTHING you wanna contribute (pull a #relatable) about you coming out or something, GO FOR IT. REVIEW. I LOVE YOU GUYS.

Hope this story brought you the happy feels you've been seeking. Until next time :)