AN: sry not sry for cliff hanger

Traveling is easier said than done. Yuuri loves getting out of Detroit but a lot of times it's a complete pain in the ass. Especially having to haul all his equipment to some city in Europe. "Ciao Ciao," Yuuri says seriously as he waits in line for what seems like an eternity, "I'm quitting skating for good. Take me out of the finals. I'm leaving."

Celestino sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, "You say that every time Yuuri and yet you're still here. You can understand why I don't believe you, right?"

"I'm serious this time Ciao Ciao."

"No Yuuri, you really aren't."

"How do you know? You don't know my life."

"Yuuri, I plan your every waking hour. Don't tell me I don't know your life."

"Shut up Celestino."

"No."

The plane ride is uneventful and the food is decent, or Yuuri seems to think so. Celeistino hates plane food (Yuuri secretly thinks Ciao Ciao is just used to the finer things in life and he tells him this often. Celestino just tells him that since Yuuri thinks Doritos are a food group he doesn't get an opinion on how good the food is). But really, you can't go wrong with bread that isn't moldy and some butter in a small package. Plus, they have salads in a small little container. It's like getting fancy meal packages from the supermarket. Takes him back to the days when he wasn't living with Phichit and therefore didn't feel the need to cook healthy meals that would actually give him healthy forms of nutrition. He just had a multitude of frozen corn dogs that he would heat up every now and then.

(He still doesn't eat much, but now he has a needy roommate who he doesn't mind taking care of, and taking care of people includes cooking or a method of gaining food sources.)

In the hotel they get to, they don't do much other than sleep. There really isn't anything else they can do. Other than sight-seeing of course but Yuuri only has a limited amount of energy and it's not about to be wasted on seeing buildings when he could be looking at recycled memes and surfing through his secret tumblr no man should ever come across. As he comes across another post about Viktor and how much OP wants to bone him, Yuuri realizes that he's really fucking hungry.

Sighing, he tugs on his shoes and googles nearby cafes where he can get a goddamn bite to eat. He sifts through the list of cafes as he walks to the elevator and jams the button a few times. The elevator dings and in his quest to find something edible, Yuuri doesn't even notice as the man coming out of the elevator. It's jarring when he bumps into a solid chest and drops his phone on the floor of the elevator. "Ah, whoops, sorry-" Yuuri says as he bends down to pick his phone back up. He's cut off by a short shriek from the other man.

"Yuuri?!" The man grabs his shoulders and Yuuri's forced to look up at his face.

It's motherfucking Viktor Nikiforov.

The other man seems to be just as shocked to see him, but a lot less panicked than Yuuri is on the inside. Yuuri is barely even in acceptable human clothes, not to mention he can't even remember the last time he brushed his teeth. He is not in the condition to meet his childhood idol right now. With a small noise, Yuuri glances back quickly, only to see that the elevator doors had already closed, effectively trapping him with a man he avoided for weeks.

This is it, Yuuri thinks despairingly, this is the end.

The end of what, Yuuri doesn't know. It's probably the end of their tentative bromanship though because they had never even talked in real life. His current dress state was a stage of ultimate bromanship, a condition only seen by Phichit and occasionally strangers when he was too tired to do anything more than pop by the gas station and grab a bag of chips. The point is, Viktor was not supposed to see him like this.

The planned meeting in his head did not go anything like this. They were supposed to finally talk after Yuuri beats him again in the finals (Yuuri didn't talk to him last time because right after he was called and told his dog died). When Yuuri was high off of victory and not over thinking anything. This is Murphy's Law in action.

Decided, he lies to Viktor's face. "Who?" He asks, head cocked in what hopefully would seem like a confused manner. Viktor's face goes stoney for a second and his voice deepens significantly.

"I know you're lying Yuuri." Viktor says and the man's grip on his shoulders tightens.

"Ahahahaha." Yuuri laughs nervously and shoots Viktor a twin pair of finger guns, "Gotcha good didn't I?"

Nice save, Yuuri.

Viktor's face brightens and the man pats his shoulders twice as he laughs, "Good," he says, and smiles, "I was really hurt there for a minute, I thought you were going to go back to ignoring me."

Oh my God. He's trying to guilt trip me into being friends with him, Yuuri thinks and sweats a little, it's actually working.

"Ahaha," Yuuri releases another nervous laugh and slides to the other of the elevator. "Could you, uh, hit the first floor button?" He asks and pulls out his phone again, quickly he sends a message to Phichit as Viktor presses the number one sign.

sk8erboi: SOS

sk8erboi: help immmm dyiiinnngg

sk8erboi: look what you've done. you didn't reply fast enough and now i'm dead.

sk8erboi: are you happy now?

Knowing Phichit though, he's probably watching a new episode of The Bachelor and is probably very pointedly not responding. The Bachelor time is holy time. Not to be interrupted by any man or woman.

"So," he turns to look at Viktor who's smiling happily while he speaks, "want to grab a bite to eat?"

The words ring out like a death sentence and Yuuri can feel anxiety creep into his head like some kinda shady motherfucker. "Uh," Yuuri swallows, he really can't say no to this, "sure."