„A table for two, please!" – Said Viktor to the waiter who immediatley found a nice place to the men.

The table was next to a large window where you could easily see the street lights which covered China at night. In the middle of the table there was a glass of roses, nicely placed onto the white cloth.

„A little bit romantic, don't you think Viktor?" – Yuri was right.

The Russian took seat in front of his red faced pupil, he rised his white eyebrows and asked: „Are you feeling well? You look funny…"

„Uh… Viktor listen, i want to tell you something." –He began nervously.

„What is it?"

„I wanna ask, what am-„ –Before Yuri could finish his sentence a waitress appered from the nothing asking what can she bring for them. Viktor ordered some crab and wine, while Yuri just asked for soup. Dang it! Why is this happening with me all the time? This should be the perfect time to confess my feelings for Viktor, before it's too late. – When the waitress brought the food and placed on the table Yuri slowly began eating his hot, spicy soup what he ordered. But he repented the choice of the food.

It look liked it takes forever until they finish dinner plus, he had to eat soup because the competition. His coach would be mad at him if Yuri gets fat again and he didn't want that to see. He didn't want to see Viktor being disapointed in him. Meanwhile from the restaurant's calm vibe a soft voice breaks the illusion of timless moment.

„I'm worrying about you, Yuri. Every time we go to practice you look like you've been paralyzed, and before tomorrow is not a good thing you know." – Viktor was pouring a little wine for himself, then he drinks it.

A knot grew out in Yuri's throat what he couldn't swallow, therefore he was unable to speak. He looked out the window, Yuri discovered that it was open. Oh, if he would have any ability, then Yuri would choose ability of flying far away, too bad if he would try to jump out the window he would probabbly die immediatley. After that the whole Katsuki family would get the news about their son's death, then Yuri would be burried in Japan, next to his home, with broken, bleeding heart and hopes. Yes, everybody's eyes red from crying, but after one, two weeks Yuri would be probabbly forgoten, and Viktor would go back to skaiting or worse… he would train somebody else! Somebody who's got more talent than Yuri. And Viktor would be more proud of that somebody than him. From the nothing a cold, sharp chills running through his light skin, he woke up from the daydreaming and turned his head into Viktor's direction. His brown eyes told everything to the white haired man, it was time to leave and go home. After all tomorrow will be the final battle of China and Yuri can't lose. Viktor pays the dinner and both of then leaves the elegant, Chinese restourant with the romantic table and view of the city. They walked home, on the whole walkthrough Viktor was telling every kind of tips and helps to his loyal pupli who was clearly in trouble, trouble but not that kind of. Viktor stopped in front of their door, ready to opening it but for one more time he took a look at Yuri. Now or never! Like a strike, Viktor's arms were suddenly pinned against the wall: „It's my time to ask something, Viktor. I know you already asked in Japan but now it's my turn." – The boy's heart could pump out at any minute. „So, What am i to you?".

Everytimg frozen down, the life, the moment, the time. Even Viktor looked suprised about the question, but then he gave a gentle smile like he usually do.

„Well, what are you want to be?" –Aske the Russian with a bit of an unsure voice. Nobody had to tell how akward the situaton was. Behind the glasses, Yuri's eyes drowned in tears.

„What? Did i say something wrong?!" – Viktor's plan to hug Yuri was in vain, he turned away.

„No, Viktor. I want to tell you that i love you! I love you more than anything! And not just because to train me, you… You.. are my star on the sky." –He swiped his tears with a simple move. "I want to be someone special to you." -Said Yuri.

The Russian man looked on Yuri: „I love you too"

„Really?" –Yuri's eyes were shinning from the answear. Viktor stepped closer, then he spoke: „What are you to me? You are my pupil, you are my Yuri Katsuki, the boy who impressed me from the very begining." –He grabbed Yuri's arms and pulled closer to him. Yuri could smell that wonderful scent of Viktor Nikiforov. It was unexcepted when Viktor's warm lips thouched Yuri's smaller ones, buti t feelt like forever when they finally in embrace, the cold doesn't bothered them.

„Okay… Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" –Asked Viktor playfully as the gently broke the kiss. Yuri's face turned into red once again: „Wh-What?! But Minako is here too! We can't do that!"

Yuri's coach laughed a little when he heard that.

„What are you talking abou? I'm not talking about getting laid, i just said that you should sleep with me because the tomorrow's final."–They enterd in the hotel's room where Minako was watching television.

„YEAH! I know…" – Yelled the embaressed Yuri with a high voice pitch. Minako stared at Yuri, like she heard everything.

Later on, in the edge of the evening, when Yuri was ready to sleep with Viktor by his side, his coach orederd him to sit next to him. What does he want? – He thought. And then Viktor began: „I love you Yuri, but let's make a promise. Until you win the Grand Pix Final, let's act like nothing happened with us earlier, okay?"

Yuri widely opened his brown eyes in suprise: „But why? I thought…" –Viktor stopped him and gave a soft kiss on his forhead.

„I don't want to distract you from your goal, so you can focus even more. But I'm here for you. And i always be here, Yuri." –They get in the bed and turn off the light.

„Never forget it." –Viktor lays on Yuri.

„I won't."- What could he say? Althrough he wasn't diappointed Yuri fell into a sleep with a dream of winning the Grand Pix Final.

THE END.