It's a pretty lax timetable, but Victor still smiles to hear the bump and shuffle of Yuri getting up and ready, even as he's gratefully accepting some breakfast from Yuri's mother.

"That boy!" she says, beaming. "He has always wanted to hide away."

Victor nods, because he knows: not well, and not everything, but he's seen enough and heard enough to know that's true. That Yuri hides himself away, from family and friends and fans and even from Victor, his coach. He'd hid his true feelings about that music from Celestino, and he'd hid from the other skaters all last season, until the banquet.

And the champagne.

But Victor can't get him drunk all the time (or even now and again: Yuri doesn't drink when he's training, he'd said), so he has to find some other way to get Yuri to shine the way Victor knows he can.

Calling out "Here!" to his name being asked like a question, while he nods a goodbye to Yuri's mother, and heads towards the entrance, holding out one of the onigiri to Yuri when he comes in. "Here, Yuri: let's have these on the way. See you later!"

With a wave to Mari and Yuri's parents, as he slides open the door and Maccachin bounds ahead of them into the sunlit morning.

It's warm in May, and the sun feels good on the back of his neck, on his forearms, where the sleeves of his black shirt are pushed up. The onigiri is delicious as he chews, and he managed to get Yuri outside, to walk with him.

Maybe he'll be able to pull this off, after all.

Helping himself to another bite, and closing his eyes in delight. "Vkusno!"

Before smiling brightly over his shoulder at Yuri, and lifting what's left of his onigiri in a gesture. "We don't have anything like these at home. They're delicious!"

All the food here is. It's just one more thing to love about Hasetsu.