katzuyas:

sometimes yuuri comes home to a quiet apartment and he drops his keys on the little drawer by the door, drops his skatebag too, hangs his jacket and toes off his shoes and in socks only gently pads to the bathroom, because it’s a thursday and on thursdays there is only one place where his fiance – victor nikiforov, whom yuuri loves more than life itself and who he still can’t at times believe is engaged to – can be.

he opens the bathroom doorway quietly and yes, his fiance is there: soaking in a bubble bath which looks like it’s not only made into a bubble kingdom, but which is also filled with glitter that will stick to everything for days. yuuri is already mentally preparing to find it on his skate blades, even if they still are safely tucked in his gear bag by the front door.

he doesn’t truly mind it, though. not when he takes a look at the relaxed face of his most precious person. there’s a face mask on in and two cucumber slices on the eyes, while his hair is lipped back by ridiculous pink hair clips, and he is more than perfect.

at the foot of the tub is makkachin, another precious piece of yuuri’s heat, and it’s that makkachin who notices yuuri first – his tail thumps against the tiles, alerting victor of yuuri’s presence.

“oh, you’re home!” victor chimes as he plucks the cucumbers off. he smiles, but the mask on his face has solidified enough that pieces of it crumble around his heart-shaped mouth.

he’s still lovely, yuuri thinks. he smiles back, too, and walks the last two steps up to the tub. victor is already tipping his chin up for a kiss and, grinning like a fool, yuuri rests his lips against his fiance’s smile that refuses to go.

“having a fun afternoon?” yuuri asks once their greeting is done.

“as fun as it can be without you,” victor gives, turning in the water. “care to join me?”

yuuri only laughs at him while he shakes his head. “and have glitter all over me? no thanks.”

“you’ll have glitter all over you anyway,” victor says, no shame in his voice at all. “at least this way you’ll also have fun with it. and me.”

he picks some blubble foam and blows it at yuuri, who ducks the assault, still laughing.

“fine, fine, let me take the clothes off first,” he says, but before he can actually leave to do that, a wet hand pulls him back.

victor’s lips press against his and some of the mask gets on yuuri’s nose, but the kiss is as quick as a simple blink. victor sits back in the tub, sweet smile on his crackly, pasty face, and chirps: “hurry up or the water will get cold.”

yuuri sheds his clothes where he stands and is not amiss to splash victor in the face with the bubbles when he gets inside. revenge is petty, but who says he isn’t?