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The first time Victor heard it, he thought he imagined it. It was nothing more than a gentle humming coming from the bathroom, a sound he could barely hear over the water running in the shower. Victor quickly shook it off, assuming it was nothing, and continuing what he was doing. It wasn’t until a few days later that he realised he wasn’t imagining it.

Victor was sat on the couch, phone in hand as he scrolled through a wall of images, most of them belonging to Phichit. He had just passed yet another photo of a meal when the sound returned, but this time it was louder. This time, it was more than just humming. Victor’s finger stilled on his phone screen as he listened to the sound of Yuuri’s soft voice, the way the notes of the song he was singing seemed to roll off his tongue. But Victor couldn’t see him, and he wanted desperately to, wanted the certainty that he wasn’t imagining it this time.

It takes no time at all for Victor to get to his feet, following the gentle sound of Yuuri’s voice. Whatever the song he’s singing is, it’s definitely Japanese, and Victor can’t be sure what the words are, but it doesn’t matter. Yuuri’s voice is soft and soothing, and Victor could listen to it forever. It was as he reached the bedroom that he saw it; Yuuri sat on the bed with Makkachin, playing with her ears as he sang to her. Makkachin seemed to be completely asleep, soothed by Yuuri’s voice, and Victor couldn’t blame her.

The steps Victor took as he made his way into the room were delicate, afraid to break the spell of the moment, but he could see Yuuri’s smile, see how completely happy he was in that moment. Victor could’ve sworn his heart melted just at the sight of it. 

The song seemed to blend into something else, Yuuri no longer seeming to care about what the words were. Victor couldn’t contain his grin as he watched Yuuri lift her ears as he sang gently to her, “Makkachin, Makkachin, Makka Makka Makkachin…”

“You spoil her,” Victor finally spoke as he got close enough, sitting at the edge of the bed, “How come you never sing to me like that?”

Yuuri’s blush appeared in an instant, his eyes trained on the sleeping poodle in front of him, “I don’t know. I never really thought you’d want me to.”

Victor didn’t waste a moment, shifting himself until he was laying on the bed, his head rested in Yuuri’s lap as he closed his eyes, “Sing to me, Yuuri.”

Despite the surprised laughter, Yuuri’s fingers tangled delicately through Victor’s hair, and soon he slipped into yet another song, the words unfamiliar but comforting. There were still so many things Victor had to learn about Yuuri, but every one of them seemed to bring new joys into his life.