Hi hello. Pls consider: victor being able to tell apart yuuri’s sniffles. From the ‘oh right, it’s allergy season again’ to the ‘are we out of flu medicine? I must drop by the pharmacy’ or the ‘which commercial is it this time? Is the dog one or the baby one’ and to the most dreaded of them all ‘oh no he’s about to have a panic attack, i better hold him and hug him quick’ sorry to be a downer but i’m having Feelings™

alykapediaaa:

I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO TO BED, ANON, HOW DARE U BLUDGEON ME WITH FEELINGS

IM JUST GONNA RAMBLE BC IM SLEEPY AF I HOPE U DON’T MIND

For the longest time, Viktor has lived alone and aside from Makka, he’s never really shared a space with anyone. So it’s a something of a learning experience, living with Yuuri in St. Petersburg without the interference of other people. And Viktor starts to notice the most minute things: habits, preferences, tendencies.

And it’s a surprise each and every time. Because Yuuri is a treasure trove of surprises and Viktor endeavors to know all of him and be an expert on all things Yuuri.

Case in point: Yuuri’s sniffles. 

Viktor never thought he’d be obsessing over how a person sniffles before Yuuri, but here he is, standing behind the bookshelf and waiting for Yuuri to sniffle again so he can act accordingly. Spring has passed and with it, Yuuri’s pollen allergies, so Viktor’s pretty sure that he won’t have to break out the heavy-duty antihistamines and drag a groggy Yuuri to bed. The sniffles Yuuri is letting out right now lack the nasal quality when it’s a flu sniffle, so Viktor won’t be visiting the pharmacy any time soon. 

Which leaves–

Taking a deep breath, Viktor peeks over the bookshelf to see Yuuri curled up with Makka on the couch, sniffling pathetically as the TV blares the familiar jingle for a dog food ad that never fails to have Yuuri teary-eyed. Viktor smiles to himself and saunters to the kitchen to prepare some tea, because Yuuri always requires cuddles and a cup of genmaicha after that particular commercial and Viktor will endeavor to provide both.

(The last type of sniffles, Viktor learns through trial and error to deal with. Because he’s terrible with people, but he wants to try, wants to be better, wants to be the best for Yuuri. So he learns slowly to recognize the pained hitch in Yuuri’s breath, learns to kneel down in front of Yuuri and coax him into breathing, learns to wipe gently at the tears on Yuuri’s cheeks, kiss them away with a hum and a promise to stay forever.)

IM SORRY IM ONLY MILDLY COHERENT AJSKHDJKADH