InfernalMachinae

”hetsh!” Yuuri turned around when he heard a sudden sneeze from behind him. Viktor looked the same as usual, or rather his back looked the same as usual as Viktor was going through his closet looking for clothes. Or did he? Something about him (his posture? The way he carried himself?) was different and Yuuri squinted to see better. The way his muscles were contracted and weird stiffness of his posture and – Viktor shivered. He really was feeling cold. ”Is something wrong?” Yuuri asked. He heard Viktor sniffle as he pulled on a warm undershirt (another peculiarity as Victor tended to dress lightly for practice)

(tskes place right after Viktor comes to Japan) Yuuri woke up to the sound of soft but hirried steps in the hallway. While Yuuri always was a light sleeper he wasn't usually this easy to rouse. Ever since Viktor Nikiforov had moved into his house to be his couch he had been too nervous and exited, too scared yet also hopeful to sleep well. He couldn't quiet down his mind enough for proper, undisturbed sleep. With time he would get used to his presence. He would adjust. But he hadn't adjusted yet. Yuuri sat up in his bed, listening as the steps first stop then continue again as if the person wasn't sure where they were going. A door opened b